Fantasy: Regenerated Into A Grass, Accompanied By A Willow God

No matter how regretful the people in Luofu are, the situation is irreversible. They wanted to escape, but found that the world had already been locked by Sword Qi, and they couldn't get out at all.

People from other big clans have also discovered this situation.

In the place covered by Sword Ray, no one can take a step!

They were all trapped here and could not leave. It seemed that the Ji Ling of the deserted village was furious and did not want to let them leave at all.

The chiefs of the clan waved their hands and ordered the scaled horse troops to shoot arrows to attack. The rain of arrows hit the deserted village, and the blackness was like locusts passing through the territory.

The sacrifice spirit of the Golden Wolf Clan also took the opportunity to attack, like a sword of Gold across the sky, shuttles.

At this moment, everyone felt an unprecedented crisis.

I saw the sword that had pierced the dragon rising high in the air, spinning around, and suddenly the sky and the earth were mighty, and the wind and clouds rose for no reason, forming a huge vortex in midair, smashing all the arrows shot by the scale horse troops .

The dust fell and sprinkled on everyone's heads, and there was a coughing sound, so they were in a panic.

But soon they will find that this is nothing.

Because a greater crisis was imminent, a gust of wind blew up everything around, and the sharp Sword Qi cut everyone's body.

All the sacrifice spirits of the four races screamed uneasily, and their breath was in a mess.

hum!

There was a crisp sword cry.

Everyone could see that the swords in the sky turned into two, and then turned into four, rapidly multiplying, and soon covered the entire sky, and the mighty swords were all suspended, with the tip of the sword facing down, giving people endless excitement. Coercion.

Countless swords are like mountains, pressing on the top of everyone's heads. Thousands of swords are in the sky, catching the sun's brilliance, and everyone is trapped in the mud, and it is difficult to escape.

He could only watch helplessly as all the swords flew towards them, the overwhelming stream of light was like falling stars.

Cao Ye looked at the sword ready to strike and said softly: "This is Wan Jian returning to the sect, Wan Jian rising from the sky, no one dares to ask for life.

After the voice fell, the sword fell like rain. Thousands of streamers fall, like a dream, very beautiful, but this beauty carries a deadly killing intent.

These swords are not real swords, but thousands of sword shadows transformed from Shushan swords, condensed by Spirit Power, passing through the human body without leaving wounds, and directly killing people!

"Patriarch, what should we do, quickly think of a way!" At the critical moment of life and death, the master of the Golden Wolf Clan looked at the patriarch, hoping that the patriarch could find a way.

The patriarch of the Golden Wolf tribe couldn't take care of himself, so he quickly sacrificed the treasures of the clan to resist, only to see the golden light flashing, the patriarch vomited blood, broke his left arm, knelt on the ground, and finally escaped the catastrophe.

His ears were full of wailing and pleading for help from the clansmen, and they were crying out in regret, but he couldn't save himself and couldn't rescue him.

"Pray for the protection of the sacrificial spirit!"

"Help me!"

"I was wrong! I shouldn't be here!"

"Desolate village! Desolate village, let your spirits stop! We are willing to raise our hands and surrender!"

All the people are calling out to the sacrifice spirits of their clan, asking for the protection of the sacrifice spirits, and the golden wolf known as the Supreme sacrifice spirit is simply mud Bodhisattva crossing the river, struggling to walk towards the blocked border, unexpectedly Abandon the own people and ignore them.

In the end, all the clansmen brought by the Golden Wolf Clan died, except for the patriarch, Wan Jian pierced his heart.

The same thing happened to other big clan masters, they tried their best to escape, but in the end they could only die at the moment when the streamer passed through their bodies.

They also called for Ji Ling, but Ji Ling himself was seriously injured and couldn't get up at all. They hoped that the spirit of the other party would show mercy "but they didn't even say their prayers.

The people of the Luofu tribe died when the patriarch died, and they were all wiped out at this time, leaving no one behind.

The patriarch of the Lei Clan sacrificed the ancestral artifact. Like the Patriarch of the Golden Wolf Clan, he was seriously injured and escaped death, but he was also unable to fight anymore.

His heart was filled with fear, and now he knew that what happened a few days ago was not because of the birth of Shan Bao, but because of the commotion of the village's sacrificial spirit.

Eighty percent of the people sent out also died by the sword.

As the number one expert, Zishan Patriarch also survived by relying on the treasure skills passed down from his ancestors.

In addition to these three masters, there are also three sacrificial spirits, and none of the rest survived.

Cao Ye didn't intend to let anyone go. Being in this continent, he couldn't think about problems according to the thinking of his previous life. He looked at the surviving people on the field, pondered for a moment, and shot again

The onlookers looked at the scene in front of them in astonishment. They never expected to witness such a peerless scene when they watched the excitement on a whim.

………… Ask for flowers………………

His hair stood on his head, as if he was the one who died under the rain of swords, and there was an unpleasant smell. He lowered his head and saw that it was coming from himself. It turned out that he was scared to death unconsciously.

He thought he would never forget it in his life, and he murmured in a dazed voice: "It is said that this is just a small village. Although it is a bit weird, it is still just a village, but this... is too outrageous!"

The powerful of the four major clans were all wiped out, leaving only a few remnants of soldiers, how can we fight like this.

In the distance, the three patriarchs knelt down and begged for mercy, completely losing the prestige they had when they first arrived.

The people in the deserted village were speechless. They had never seen the rain of swords just now.

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They only know that the Sword God is very strong, but they don't know that the Sword God is so strong. They know that the Sword God has a sword, and the Sword Qi is so high that no one can beat him, but they didn't expect that he can also transform into thousands of sword shadows, and wipe out the group directly.

Under ten thousand swords, where the sword light shrouds, not a single blade of grass grows.

The people in Yungong have long been dumbfounded: "Who can tell me, how did you manage to be so powerful yet so low-key. Returning to the barren village? I think you are just pretending to be pigs and eating tigers, let these strong people come here one after another , and then be sucked clean by your sacrificial spirits."

The people in the deserted village rolled their eyes secretly, you ask us? We don’t have the time to pretend to be pigs and eat tigers. If these people came decades earlier, when the stone sacrifice spirit was there.

I don't know what the situation is yet.

Speaking of it, God of Willow and God of Sword are better. Although they are a bit bored and don't like to communicate with them, they have never let them down by protecting the villagers.

Sword God is so powerful, they didn't expect it!

Cao Ye didn't know what the people in the deserted village were thinking. He had already pointed his sword at the few sacrificial spirits. He remembered that after killing the sacrificial spirits, he would get the essence of the sacrificial spirits. After absorbing these, he could see clearly Under the ground, there is something that contains huge energy.

So he didn't pay any attention to these people's begging for mercy. He moved his sword at will, and the sword crossed the continent.

Everyone in the deserted village revisited the familiar scene. .