Become a Fairy

The Blood Demon Venerable knew this very well, but he didn't care. He didn't care about the casualties of these few immortal soldiers. If he could defeat Wen Tingdao, he wouldn't frown even if there were more casualties.

"Hai Yin Purifies the Soul!" Wen Tingdao, who was on the wave, raised his left hand lightly and swung his sword lightly. This sword looked extremely light, as if he was not fighting with the enemy.

Just like a skilled musician playing with an instrument, the surging waves, the roar of sea beasts, and the crisp cries of seabirds intertwined into one.

This sword slashed down, there was no wave that hit the sky directly, nor was there a sword that could break everything, but it made the Blood Demon Venerable's soul throb uncontrollably. The sword that cuts the soul, the soul is shocked under one sword.

The blood light in the terrifying blood-colored wave just now was disordered, and the Blood Demon Venerable took advantage of the situation to cut down a thick barrier.

This sword had too much impact on the soul, and Xuehuo Demon Venerable didn't dare to take it hard in a hurry. He could only use this method to buffer the opponent's killing move. After he prepared a little, he would deal with this terrible soul-shocking sound.

Xuehuo Demon Venerable's temporary block temporarily solved his troubles. Wen Tingdao frowned. It was not difficult to break through the opponent's defense, but with Xuehuo Demon Venerable's cultivation, there was such a short breath, enough to come back to his senses.

It was not realistic to want to severely injure such a strong man in a short time.

It would be better to take the opportunity to kill more immortal soldiers and reduce some pressure on the Kongying Clan and the Jin Family Dragon Clan in the rear.

With this thought in mind, Wen Tingdao slashed with his hand, and the sword shadows slashed at a team of immortal soldiers in the distance like a torrential rain.

"Form a formation, defend!" The general of the Immortal Army sensed the impending crisis and roared to command the Immortal Army to resist. A part of the Immortal Army slashed the air with its weapons, creating a light curtain. At the same time, another part of the Immortal Army in the rear erected a large shield to build a second line of defense.

Puff, puff, puff, the rainstorm transformed by the sword intent poured down densely, and the light curtain held up by the Immortal Army did not last long before it was riddled with holes.

The dense raindrops continued to attack forward, and soon this thin line of defense could not stop them. The raindrops transformed by the sword intent poured down on some of the Immortal Army, and there were casualties everywhere.

Wen Tingdao pursued killing and wounding, so the targets he chose were naturally considered. He did not choose those large-scale and tight Immortal Army battle formations, but tried to pick some relatively easy targets.

The Immortal Army attacked the ninth floor of the palace. Due to the formation, prohibition, terrain restrictions, and the influence of other powerful people's fighting, it was inevitable that the battle formations in some areas were relatively scattered.

The Kongying tribe warriors mainly fight on the defensive and cannot seize such an opportunity, but for a strong man like Wen Tingdao, it is not difficult to take advantage of the opportunity to harvest a wave. The sudden rain hit for a while, and in a short time, thousands of immortal soldiers were killed or injured.

In another place, a dense bamboo forest grew out of thin air. Lanyun Bamboo Monk slashed back the Eya Daozun with a flying sword. The bamboo forest has already surrounded the more than 2,000 Linlongqi who followed closely behind like a maze.

Eya Daozun's face was ashen. He had never been underestimated like this. But facing a strong man like Lanyun Bamboo Monk who had one foot in the level of Immortal Lord, he could only hold back his unwillingness. He was still forced back by the seemingly light sword intent of Lanyun Bamboo Monk even if he tried his best.

Even if he was unwilling, he had to admit that he was indeed not the opponent of Lanyun Bamboo Monk by himself.

If it weren't for the extremely powerful Linlong Riders and the numerous immortal soldiers around them that took up a lot of the opponent's energy, he would have been forced to retreat step by step.

The remaining Linlong Riders launched a surprise attack, trying to help him repel Lanyun Bamboo Monk in one fell swoop, and even wrapped the opponent in a battle formation, and finally surrounded and killed this powerful monk.

Who knew that when they were halfway through the charge, a thick fog surged around them, and the remaining 6,000 Linlong Riders who attacked quickly plunged into the fog. When the leading general came to his senses, Lanyun Bamboo Monk and E Ya Dao Zun seemed to be extremely far away, and the towering mountains and dangerous cities lay before them.

The threat of the Kongying Clan warriors was already within reach, and if they concentrated their energy on dealing with Lanyun Bamboo Monk at this time, they would undoubtedly be hit hard. As a last resort, the remaining Linlong Riders could only turn their spears and attack the Kongying Clan warriors in front of them.

"Demon Slayer, Dragon Slash!" Zhai Jianglin, the leader of the Dragon Riders, is also a strong man with a soul body. Since the battle with the Kongying Clan, the Dragon Riders have suffered heavy losses, and their strength is less than one-third of their peak.

Strong men with similar strength to him have all been killed or injured. Zhai Jianglin is considered to be lucky. He was not seriously injured twice, and he quickly recovered under the conditioning of elixirs. Now he is the strongest fighter in the Dragon Riders except for the E'ya Daozun.

At this time, commanding 6,000 Dragon Riders on the battlefield is definitely a force that cannot be ignored. To be honest, the current situation is not too bad for him.

If he had no choice, he really didn't want to besiege Lanyun Bamboo Monk. That old bald donkey had previously fought with another good friend of the Dragon Riders, Xian Yufeng, and there were 2,000 Dragon Riders under his command to support him.

It was the tragic battle when conquering the sixth layer of the Nine Palaces Lianshan Formation. In that battle, his good friend Xian Yufeng was cut in half by Lanyun Bamboo Monk's sword, and his soul was also seriously injured. He escaped from the chaos by luck, but has not recovered completely until now, and his condition has deteriorated a lot.

It is not easy to recuperate in a place like the Devil's Pond of Destruction. In addition to Xian Yufeng, he was also injured by Lanyun Bamboo Monk, and more than half of the more than 2,000 Linlong Riders who fought with him were killed or injured. This bald donkey was only slightly injured, and he recovered as before not long after.

Although he now has 6,000 Linlong Riders under his command, the opponent's main focus is temporarily on the Eya Daozun. Unless it is necessary, Zhai Jianglin really does not want to fight with Lanyun Bamboo Monk.

Even if he could charge over now, the opponent's Yuanshen Body strongman would never sit idly by, and there would definitely be strong men rushing to help, so it would be better to charge in other directions now.

The enemy used a ban to isolate him and the six thousand Linlongqi in an area, which was exactly what he wanted.

Taking advantage of the fact that the opponent's Yuanshen Body strongman had not yet reinforced, he led the Linlongqi to charge and try to cause some casualties to them.

The Linlongqi was powerful and was the most elite force under Chen Fufeng. If it weren't for the great resistance encountered in the battle in the secret realm of the Kongying clan, the losses of the Xunlong Division and the Jielong Prison were extremely heavy, and Chen Fufeng would never pull up his most elite forces to consume the opponent.

At this time, the immortal army had already been somewhat reckless, only hoping to defeat the enemy in the shortest time. Chen Fufeng, Bai Taiyuzhu and others could pay any price other than themselves.

Zhai Jianglin understood that this final battle would be no less dangerous for them, who had spiritual bodies, than for ordinary immortal soldiers. The other side was also full of strong men, and would definitely fight them to the death when they had no way to retreat.