Aiming for the Immortal Path

Su Twelve charged forward, and at this time, he also met the crowd rushing towards the Evil Alliance.

"What a boy, don't you have a lot of courage?"

"You dare to come here alone. Are you here to die?"

A pale-faced monk with a long face sneered with a sinister glint in his eyes.

Before he finished speaking, he activated a green flying sword and headed straight for Su Twelve.

At the same time as he took action, there were more than twenty foundation-building monks surrounding him, and they also launched an attack on Su Twelve at the same time.

Attacks one after another, carrying wind and waves, like wild horses galloping and beasts coming out of their cages.

Before the attack came, Su Twelve suddenly felt a lot of pressure.

The cultivation of these monks in front of him may not be as good as his, but when many people join forces, plus the additional momentum brought by more than 2,000 people traveling together.

The power of this wave of attacks cannot be underestimated.

Facing the oncoming attack, Su Twelve remained calm and immediately drew Qi into his Dantian. He condensed his sword with one hand and pointed it to the sky, while the other hand formed a palm and faced the ground.

"Huhuhu..."

The seven-mouth Tai'a Seven-Star Sword hovering around him suddenly accelerated, forming a terrifying blade storm with him as the center.

"Bang bang bang..."

Attacks came one after another, and the moment they touched the blade storm, they were directly bounced away.

While resisting the attack, Tai'a Seven Star Sword, seven flying swords, and seven rays of cold light burst out.

The cold light flickered, like a fleeting light, quickly passing through the surrounding crowd.

In the blink of an eye, blood-colored flowers bloomed in the sky, and figures with stunned faces fell from the sky.

Either fall or be severely injured!

After the Tianjue Secret Realm group, although the cultivation level did not improve much, it only improved from the middle stage of foundation building to the late stage of foundation building.

However, after practicing sword moves and multiple techniques, coupled with rich combat experience, Su Twelve's current strength is different from what it used to be.

Even among the monks in the late stage of foundation building, I dare to say that he is one of the best.

They are both in the late stage of foundation building, and there are only a handful of people who can block his move!

Defeating the enemy with one move, Su Twelve stepped on the flying sword and moved forward.

Wherever he went, blood blossomed everywhere, and the evil alliance suffered countless casualties.

In just a short period of time, more than twenty people died, and nearly a hundred people were seriously injured.

This scene greatly encouraged the monks from the Righteous Path Alliance who rushed in afterwards.

In less than half a cup of tea, the righteous alliance, the evil alliance, and thousands of figures mixed together and started fighting fiercely.

"Kill...kill..."

"Fight!"

"Hmph! The evil demon will die..."

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The shouts shook the heaven and the earth. On the battlefield of thousands of foundation-building monks, energy fluctuations exploded, and the mountains and rivers roared with great force.

This kind of scene is not inferior to the scene of the battle between Jindan strong men!

Attack and defense are interchanged every moment!

The clever monks relied on their body skills and speed to shuttle through the crowd like phantoms, waiting for opportunities to launch sneak attacks again and again.

There are also monks who are familiar with each other, and many people join forces to advance and retreat together!

Blood is constantly being shed from the sky.

One after another, dilapidated figures landed one after another.

Every figure falls to the ground, either dead or dying.

Su Twelve was in the center of the battlefield, walking with a sword, extremely brave.

Everywhere he went, it was like death was coming!

One person can cause the evil alliance to suffer a lot of losses.

"Um?"

"Who is this person? He has such strength!"

Behind the crowd, a figure cast its gaze on Su Twelve, with a cold light flashing in his eyes.

This man wore a snow-white robe, tied his hair and wore a crown. In the center of the small crown, there was a

Light yellow ancient jade.

His face is like a crown jade, he looks humble, elegant and upright.

If he wasn't at the very back of the evil alliance, it would be hard for people to believe that he was also a member of the evil alliance.

This person is no one else, but Zuo Jun, a powerful foundation-building monk from the Baiyan Sect, who possesses the peak cultivation level in the late-stage foundation-building stage.

When the decisive battle begins, Zuo Jun is the person in charge of the foundation-building monks of the White Flame Sect and one of the commanders of the Evil Alliance.

"No matter who it is, this person has hurt so many of our people, this person must not be allowed to stay!!!"

Next to Zuo Jun, stood an old man in slovenly clothes, with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks, a goatee, and a sinister glint in his eyes.

The old man put his hands in his sleeves and bent his back. In addition to looking shrewd, the aura around him was weak, and he did not look like a master at all.

But he is the person in charge of the foundation-building monks of the Xuanyin Sect, a very arrogant old devil!

"Oh? It seems that fellow Daoist Ji Kang is tempted?" Zuo Jun raised his brows and smiled calmly.

The extremely arrogant old demon snorted softly, "Why...don't Fellow Daoist Zuo plan to take action?"

"No, Zuo just has confidence in the strength of fellow Taoist. Besides, taking this opportunity, you can just target other people first, right?"

Zuo Jun shook his head. As he spoke, his elegant aura disappeared, and his eyes instantly turned cold as he locked onto several monks from the Righteous Alliance who were relatively strong in the field.

"Hoho...it's really not easy to get the approval of fellow Daoist Zuo!"

"It seems that I can't avoid this battle! Ho ho..."

When the extremely arrogant old devil spoke, his body trembled slightly, and he couldn't help but let out a weird laugh.

Amid laughter, thick black mist suddenly surged around him.

The black mist blew with the wind and was swept into the battlefield.

The figure of the extremely arrogant old devil also disappeared at the same time.

"It's really not easy for Xuanyin Sect to become the largest sect in Cangshan Mountain!"

"This extremely arrogant old demon appeared suddenly, but his strength is not inferior to that of the old demon Ji Feng and Ji Yin who were in the foundation building period."

"Xuanyin Sect, Xuanyin Sect, how much strength do you still hide..."

Staring at the black mist pouring into the crowd, Zuo Jun murmured in a low voice, and a cold light of contemplation quickly flashed in his eyes.

Immediately, his body shook, and a huge amount of true energy surged out.

A flash of sword light flashed, and the broad and thick Gentleman's Sword flew out of the formation, heading straight for the person in charge of Shenzhu Villa, and then they all left.

In the battlefield, Qi Ziran was fighting two evil alliance monks of the same realm on his own.

The sudden cold light made his heart tense.

Without thinking, he threw out a pseudo-spiritual weapon-level defensive shield.

"Qiang!"

The sharp sound of the clash of golden swords sounded.

The defensive shield was full of cracks, but it also blocked this sudden blow.

"Tsk tsk... He is indeed a member of the Shenzhu Villa. He uses fake spiritual weapons as defense treasures as soon as he makes a move. It seems that Fellow Daoist Qi has more treasures than Zuo imagined!"

The blow failed, but Zuo Jun was not surprised. With a sneer, he stepped on another flying sword and quickly approached Qi Ziran.

When Qi Ziran heard the sound, he immediately increased his true energy and swept out his sword to repel the two opponents in front of him.

Turning around to look at the approaching left army, he felt as if he was facing a formidable enemy.

His brows were furrowed and his eyes were full of anger.

"Hmph! It's you... this hypocrite!"

"I really regret that I was deceived by you into making a spiritual weapon like the Gentleman's Sword for you."

"Back then, I once said that a gentleman's sword is only given to gentlemen! If you use this sword for evil, I will kill you to get this sword back!"

"Today is the day when I fulfill my promise. Are you... ready?"

Qi Ziran clenched his fists. As he spoke, his true energy surged wildly, and a light yellow flying sword beside him continued to emit sword energy.