Unrivaled in Immortality

The shadow of the barbarian bull appeared on Wang Yong's fist, and the spear smashed down towards Wang Yong fiercely, bringing with it a series of air-breaking sounds.

"Boom!" A loud bang was heard, and the fist met the spear, and the two sides separated at the touch.

Wang Yong's entire arm drooped down, and the spear was also bounced out, flying backwards for a long distance before slowly stopping.

"No wonder he can be on the Demon Slayer List, he really has some skills!" A deep voice came from the spear, and the sound spread, with a little chill.

Wang Yong's right arm had been restored by the vitality at this moment. He slowly shook his right arm, looked at the spear and said: "In this case, why don't you come and die quickly."

Wang Yong's ferocious face showed a smile, which made him look even more terrifying.

"Hmph! Sharp teeth and sharp mouth!" After the spear finished speaking, it suddenly stabbed straight towards Wang Yong, revealing its sharp edge.

Seeing this, Wang Yong clenched his fists and went forward without fear.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The sound of explosions continued to come. The two hit the ground from the sky, the rocks collapsed, and the earth cracked.

In the short term, they were evenly matched, but both sides knew that the spear could not maintain its peak state for a long time, and Wang Yong had a countermeasure for this.

That is to delay and consume their mana. When their mana is not enough to maintain the battle formation, it is time for him to counterattack.

And the Jindan cultivators in the one-word spear formation also know their disadvantages. What they have to do now is to fight quickly!

Both sides have their own plans, and the battle is quite fierce.

At this moment, in the direction of Beiliu City.

Wu Qingshan held the Piaoxuexianghun Knife in one hand and the Bloodwood Guardian Shield in the other. Blood-colored knife qi slashed out, breaking the attacking spells, and the occasional omissions were all blocked by his Bloodwood Guardian Shield.

"Wu Qingshan, let's see how you can escape this time!"

"Hahaha, I didn't expect that you, Wu Qingshan, would have this day. Killing you will get a very generous reward."

"We haven't killed anyone on the Demon Slayer List yet."

"..."

A group of cultivators tried to influence Wu Qingshan with words while attacking him.

Wu Qingshan responded to these attacks with ease. He used the Blood Fragrance Soul Knife and Blood Wood Protector Shield in his hand quite skillfully.

"This is not a solution. Wu Qingshan is too stable. If we want to kill him in this situation, we will suffer a lot of losses." One of the three-turn golden elixir said.

"Then what do you say? Do you have a better way?" A voice sounded behind him.

These two people don't get along well, and everyone has long been accustomed to it.

The man who spoke first continued: "Form a battle formation!"

"Form a battle formation?"

"Form a battle formation!?"

"..."

Everyone looked surprised, but they were more worried.

"The battle formation has caused great losses. What if we don't kill Wu Qingshan after the battle formation? Then our lives will be in danger." Another person narrowed his eyes and then retorted.

"Humph! If you don't want to take risks, how can you talk about success? This is the only way I have. If you have a better way, you may as well propose it and we can discuss it. However, Wu Qingshan will definitely not give us this opportunity." After the monk finished speaking, he looked in the direction of Wu Qingshan.

At this moment, Wu Qingshan slowly placed the Bloodwood Guardian Shield in front of him. The shield was filled with blood mist and connected to Wu Qingshan's body.

Seeing this, everyone frowned. They felt the oppression that they had not felt just now.

"Everyone, make a decision quickly. It may be too late if you are late." The man continued.

In fact, his method is also the most appropriate method now, but after his interruption just now, everyone hesitated. Now Wu Qingshan obviously doesn't want to go on like this. If they still do this, the result may be hard to say.

"Okay! Let's fight!"

"If so many of us are afraid of him, wouldn't it be a joke if it gets out?"

"Okay! Let's fight quickly!"

"..."

The group immediately made a decision to fight Wu Qingshan to the death.

"Okay! Everyone! The long spear formation starts!"

As the Jindan finished speaking, everyone got in position, and a gray-brown spear slowly emerged.

Wu Qingshan was holding the Bloody Fragrance Soul Knife and wearing the Bloodwood Guardian Armor. He was very heroic. He held the knife with both hands and then slashed with it: "Bloody Fragrance Soul!"

As Wu Qingshan shouted, a blood-colored stream of light suddenly slashed out and slashed towards the brown spear.

"Buzz!" The spear emitted a brilliant light, and the coldness was everywhere. A spear shadow suddenly shot out from the spear and faced the blood-colored stream of light.

"Buzz!" The two collided, the buzzing sound resounded, and they consumed each other and gradually turned into nothingness.

At this moment, Wu Qingshan, holding the Blood-Piaoxiang Soul Knife, flashed and was already above the spear.

He held the knife with both hands and chopped it down fiercely, leaving a bloody afterimage.

The spear was suddenly raised, and the tip of the spear hit the knife with a "ding~" sound. The sound spread, and then Wu Qingshan flew backwards, and the spear was also shaken and smashed down.

Both sides officially fought with all their strength.

At this moment, on a mountain, a blood river was drifting on it, and the blood waves were rolling, and the remains of corpses and broken arms were revealed from time to time.

"Hua La~Hua La~" In the middle of the blood river, a figure stood in the air. This was a middle-aged beautiful woman. She was wearing a blood-colored robe. The breeze blew, and the blood-colored robe rustled.

She had a cold and arrogant face, looking at the blood opposite, this person was Yan Wenxiang!

At this moment, she had the advantage, looking at the group of Jindan-stage cultivators dominated by the blood-piaolu, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.

"You dare to trouble me?" Yan Wenxiang's crisp and cold voice sounded, making her opponents feel like they were facing a formidable enemy.

"Hmph! Do you really think you can kill us so easily? Brothers, form a long spear formation!"

As the voice of the Jindan stage cultivator fell, a group of Jindan stage cultivators rolling in the blood river lined up in a row, their auras gradually merged into one, and a sharp intention was revealed, breaking the blood river and then shooting out.

"Hmph! You want to run, can you run?" Seeing this, Yan Wenxiang waved his hand, and the blood paddle caught up in an instant, and in an instant, it covered the brown spear again.

The brown spear sank and floated in the blood paddle, and the sharp intention split the surrounding blood, but soon there would be new blood surging.

Yan Wenxiang is worthy of being a fifth-turn Jindan cultivator.

Above Beiliu City, Lu Feihong and the Dead Wood Body were fighting fiercely. At this moment, the Dead Wood Body had already used the Wood God's Sorrow, and its severed left arm turned into a spear, fighting with Lu Feihong at a very fast speed.

In Beiliu City, the Blood Bat Demon Cult and the Wood Country monks were fighting in it. Buildings collapsed, and the ground was covered with corpses and broken arms. There were corpses in the bloody mud, including those of the Blood Bat Demon Cult and the Wood Country monks.

The battle between the two sides looked quite tragic, as if it was the final decisive battle.

General Mu Ren and Chu Tianlong knew the importance of this battle, so they were both supervising the battle from above.

"I hope the people sent by the king can arrive before Beiliu City is completely captured." General Mu Ren sighed as he looked at the battlefield below.