Since there's no way to leave, then I won't leave.
This was the decision made by Ning Fengchen.
A very calm yet powerful decision.
The objective of the battle silently and seamlessly changed at this mont.
Now, the Sword Cultivators have only one goal.
To break through the layers of the Demon Army and then kill the Eastern Qi Demon Lord.
If they can achieve this goal, even if they all die here, they would have done justice to their swords.
This is destined to be a bloody and perilous war.
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Ning Fengchen was covered in blood, one can imagine how thrilling and bloody the previous battles were.
There was no expression on his face.
A mont later, several more Sword Cultivators from the Sword Sect fell beside Ning Fengchen.
Thus, of the nearly eight hundred Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect, only Ning Fengchen and Jian Huang remained.
But they, at last, broke through those layers of the Demon Army.
With a sudden and unexpected montum.
Jian Huang looked at the Eastern Qi Demon Lord not far ahead, full of mockery and ferocity in his expression, and suddenly asked, "Peak Master Ning, if we can't kill this beast today, would it be a disservice to their sacrifice?"
"Yes," Ning Fengchen stepped forward, "so, he must die today."
Because Sword Cultivators never fail their comrades.
Before Jian Huang could react, there was a gentle breeze blowing.
Ning Fengchen gracefully leaped, dashing straight towards the Eastern Qi Demon Lord.
He intended to cross this last stretch alone.
Ning Fengchen's expression remained serene from beginning to end, as if the mighty Eastern Qi Demon Lord and the countless blocking Demon Army were nothing more than ants that could be crushed in his eyes.
He continuously swung his sword, slashing down the blocking Demonic Cultivators.
A pot of wine silently swayed and hacked, like a peerless fiend waking up, cruel, bloodthirsty, and powerful, tirelessly devouring the lives of Demonic Cultivators.
Ning Fengchen's movents were crisp and clean, with no extraneous efforts.
Everywhere the sword blade traveled was the brow, heart, neck, and other fatal areas of the Demonic Cultivators.
Like a dazzling waltz of blades.
The aura between Heaven and Earth suddenly beca turbulent and restless.
Although the resistance of the Demonic Cultivators grew stronger the further he went.
But at the sa ti, Ning Fengchen's sword-swinging frequency also increased, his speed got faster, and his killing intent grew fiercer.
The 'pot of wine' quickly descended and ascended, so fast that the naked eye couldn't catch it, leaving behind trails of afterimages.
The chilly and nacing Demonic Qi grazed the sword body of the 'pot of wine', generating a harsh wind sound.
The sword blade turned into a line as hard as iron, as cold as frost.
A line breaking through the tide.
The Demonic Cultivators of the Demon Race desperately pressed forward, the rolling Demonic Qi nearly enveloping his figure.
Ning Fengchen's lips slightly curled up, bearing a faint smile, continuing forward.
His speed was swift, as swift as a phantom.
Neither the sharp Demon Soldiers nor the powerful battle techniques nor the ever-changing Divine Demon Bodies could harm Ning Fengchen or even slow him down.
Ning Fengchen's body seed to rge with the long sword in his hand, effortlessly piercing through the defensive line ford by Demonic Cultivators.
Where the sword blade reached, those using their full power to unleash their Divine Demon Bodies, the mighty Demon Race warriors, fell like eggs struck by stones, scattering and falling below.
In just an instant, the last distance was crossed by Ning Fengchen.
The Eastern Qi Demon Lord standing at the position of the central army still had a cold face.
When Ning Fengchen led the remaining three hundred Sword Cultivators forward instead of retreating, he had already discerned Ning Fengchen's intentions.
However, the Eastern Qi Demon Lord looked at Ning Fengchen, who was almost within reach, clearly aware of his intent, yet showed no sign of panic in his expression.
On the contrary, even like Ning Fengchen earlier, his lips slightly curled upwards, revealing a smile with an unclear aning.
Then, a thick Demonic Qi surged from the body of the Eastern Qi Demon Lord, shrouding his body and visage, turning everything dim.
No one could see that within the Demonic Qi, his physical body was gradually becoming illusory.
Only his cold eyes were that chilling.
The Eastern Qi Demon Lord looked toward Ning Fengchen, who was charging towards him, and took a deep breath.
"Over! Your! Head!"
And then, he punched like a mountain.
Once the punch was thrown, in the blink of an eye, over a hundred tall figures of the Eastern Qi Demon Lord appeared between them.
Though the postures varied slightly, they all punched, exuding the montum of a thunderous rush forward.
The determined Ning Fengchen faced off against the first Eastern Qi Demon Lord.
Clang sound.
The fist was like tal and stone, imnsely powerful.
For the first ti, Ning Fengchen was forced back, retreating a zhang.
The form of the Eastern Qi Demon Lord erged endlessly.
The second Eastern Qi Demon Lord rushed up.
Ning Fengchen was pushed back a second ti, retreating two zhangs.
Like a relay, constantly advancing.
The third ti, three zhangs.
Fourth ti, four zhangs.
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Repeatedly, the Eastern Qi Demon Lord fought increasingly fiercely, with more and more forms appearing.
On the connection line between him and Ning Fengchen, in no ti, it was densely filled with his forms, like the hair-blowing replication technique of the Monkey King.
Ning Fengchen had no choice but to retreat again and again.
anwhile, blood oozed from his body.
Finally, the Eastern Qi Demon Lord's fists, like massive hamrs, struck Ning Fengchen's 'pot of wine', bursting forth with a loud bang like a war drum, finally sending Ning Fengchen flying.
Ning Fengchen's figure flew backward, staggering, with Sword Qi sprouting beneath his feet, hooking into the space to impede his retreat.
When Ning Fengchen barely steadied himself, the long-silent Eastern Qi Demon Lord, until now, calmly looked at him and said, "Worthy of being known as the unbeatable Sword Sect Sword Cultivator over thousands, even at such a deadlock, you still pose a threat to ."
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