Boom boom boom boom!!!
A fierce battle broke out on Wandao Square.
One of the two warring parties was the gray-haired old man who was a military sage.
The other side. .??.
They are the two great sword masters and Kunlunzi.
As for Huikong and Jian Tianming, there is no way to intervene in a battle at this level.
I can only look up from the ground.
"Is this the power of a saint?"
Huikong and Jian Tianming both had solemn faces.
They felt an extremely terrifying aura from the gray-haired old man.
This is the breath of a saint!
It was a powerful aura they had never felt before.
It was more terrifying than any powerful person they had seen before.
Although they had heard many legends about saints, this was the first time they actually saw a saint.
Even with the strength of the two sword masters and a late-stage semi-saint Kunlunzi, they were completely suppressed by the gray-haired old man.
Defeated steadily.
I can only barely support it.
The two sword masters and Kunlunzi were also deeply shocked.
This gray-haired old man is indeed a saint.
But the power of the saint is probably incomplete.
He must have been seriously injured and almost died, but he has not recovered much at the moment.
But even so.
It still made the three of them feel great pressure.
This is the difference between a saint and a semi-saint.
Even if you are a saint who is not in perfect condition, you cannot touch porcelain in the semi-saint realm.
Even if several semi-saints join forces, they can't defeat a saint with insufficient strength.
Although the gray-haired old man suppressed the two great sword masters and Kunlunzi, he was still unable to truly defeat them.
I also felt extremely helpless.
"If I could recover some of my strength, there would be no need to waste time here!"
The gray-haired old man knew his situation.
His current strength is probably only 20% at most compared to when he was at his peak.
And even 20% of the strength is enough to deal with these people in front of you.
boom!!!
The gray-haired old man used the sacred art of military strategism, and the overwhelming evil energy turned into countless warriors.
The two sword masters and Kunlunzi were instantly surrounded.
"not good!"
The three of them were shocked.
"This is the sacred art of the military!"
Holy magic!
It belongs exclusively to the magical powers exerted by saints.
Every strong man who steps into the holy realm can create his own holy magic.
Unpredictable power!
It is completely beyond the scope of what ordinary practitioners can imagine.
And the holy art of this gray-haired old man is naturally related to military strategists.
Use your own power, combined with the great avenue of heaven and earth refined in your body, to develop military battle formations.
The power of the battle formation can easily kill a powerful semi-saint.
Even if they are both in the saint realm, if they want to crack this move, they still need the same level of holy magic to be able to do it.
Facing countless attacking generals, Yun Wuxiang and Feng Wuhen did not hesitate.
The Jue Nian Sword and the Jue Breath Sword were slashed out at the same time.
A perfect match!
This was the insight the two brothers gained when they learned about Ye Qingyun's inexplicable sword skills.
It's a sword move made by joining hands.
Although it has not yet been perfected, both sword masters can feel the extraordinary quality of this move.
Enough to exert a power far beyond the two of them.
The two swords meet.
All the sword energy of the two sword masters gathered together at this moment.
A tornado of sword energy rose into the sky.
It swept across all directions in an instant.
Boom boom boom boom boom!!!
The sword energy tornado was extremely powerful, sweeping away countless warriors attacking from all around.
"This is"
Such a scene made the gray-haired old man look shocked.
There was an unprecedented solemnity in his eyes.
"The power of this move is close to that of a sword master!"
"Although these two people have extraordinary attainments in swordsmanship, it stands to reason that they would not be able to perform such a level of sword moves!"
Yun Wuxiang and Feng Wuhen also did not expect that the combination of wind and cloud that they jointly performed could actually compete with the holy art of the gray-haired old man.
If this move is completely perfected, wouldn't it be comparable to that of a saint?
"This move is indeed exquisite, but it's a pity that you two can't use it a second time."
The gray-haired old man sneered.
The two sword masters looked ugly.
What the gray-haired old man said was true, this move was extremely powerful, but the two of them could not use it a second time.
"Kneel down!"
The gray-haired old man roared.
The power of the saint exploded like a sea.
In an instant.
The power of the saint is condensed into a huge halberd.
Military halberd!
This halberd not only contains the power of the saint, but also surges with another astonishing power.
The power of overlord!
"Are you of the bloodline of a military overlord?"
To be continued...