Chapter 1153 The sword is raised, blood is pouring
The long sword was raised, bringing with it a sea of fire.
The fire unicorn went straight towards the three of them, and the rules of heaven and earth within more than 9,000 feet gathered in the sea of fire.
Feeling the sea of fire rolling in, the long swords in the hands of Lone Bai and the three of them all made a soft sound.
The faces of the three people changed slightly, and the long swords in their hands turned into afterimages, tearing apart the billowing curtain of fire, and shot straight at the fire unicorn like a snake.
"The martial arts field of more than nine thousand feet is certainly terrifying, but with the strength of the three of us, it is not difficult to defeat this person!" Lonely Bai's eyes flickered, his expression always so indifferent.
Compared to Lone Bai, Yanyu's expression was ferocious, his sword power was extremely fierce, and he was completely ready to go all out.
"That kid has to come here early, otherwise the Blood Prison is really going to deal with this place today!" Fire Qilin's figure kept erratic, the long sword shook, and in an instant, dense sword shadows emerged.
The original fire of Qilin merged into the shadows of these swords, forming a giant flaming sword that roared towards them.
The afterimage of the will fell on the flaming giant sword, and the afterimage of the will shattered it with an extremely weak advantage.
The combined attack power of three strong men in the martial arts realm is not that easy to bear. Although the injuries on Huo Qilin's soul have recovered a lot over the years, there is still a gap between it and its heyday.
In vain, the situation fell into a stalemate in the void. Four figures loomed in the sea of fire. There were even snowflakes falling into the void. Under the pressure of the four martial arts domains of Xuehang transformed by the ice rules of heaven and earth, there was no one left in the void.
The existence of warriors in the sky.
Even Fatty Xiao and others fell to the tower one after another, their blood-red cloaks fluttering below the Samsara City.
Hundreds of thousands of Blood Prison troops lined up in a row, with overwhelming murderous intent condensing in the sky. This killing intent made the roaring cold wind still.
Outside Qianfuyu, hundreds of thousands of law enforcers from the Three Hells were divided into three square formations, and three equally terrifying trends surged above these law enforcers.
More than a hundred martial arts realms were lined up, with two strong men in the martial arts realm standing at the top.
The two of them were dressed in silver robes, and the swords in their hands seemed to be made of silver, filled with bright silver light.
Under the suppression of the four realms of martial arts, everyone below felt a pressure, and the true energy in their bodies circulated very slowly.
The two silver warriors looked coldly at Liu Dong on top of the city tower. Chang Cun drew his sword, causing a sharp sound of breaking wind.
A high-pitched sword chant sounded, the long sword swung down, and two shouts that merged with the will echoed out: "Blood cleanse the blood prison!"
"Blood cleanse the blood prison!" hundreds of thousands of law enforcement officers shouted, and the shouts became louder and louder, setting off a wave in space.
Bang bang! More than a hundred martial arts masters stepped out, and the whole earth shook, even the Samsara City.
"Attack!" The two silver warriors took the lead and ran forward, shooting straight at the huge city gate.
Bang bang! Hundreds of thousands of warriors came out with swords, following closely behind the two silver warriors.
The momentum is so great that even those who are not determined will be frightened to death.
Standing against the wind, Liu Dong looked at this scene with an indifferent expression. He also raised his long sword and shouted, "Reincarnation Sword Formation, start!"
The long sword in Liu Dong's hand suddenly swung down, and the stone sword hovering over Samsara City made a crisp warning sound, spun terrifyingly, and brought forth fierce sword winds.
Waves of terrifying sword energy condensed in the wind, forming dense sword blades.
As the three hell law enforcers approached, these sword blades scattered like rain, drawing beautiful arcs in the void and sinking into the surging crowd below.
Whoosh! The sound of broken flesh and blood sounded, and eye-catching blood lotuses swayed and bloomed in the wind.
In an instant, the endless sound of killing undulated below the tower, blood gathered into a pool of blood, and corpses fell in pieces.
In just a few dozen feet, thousands of warriors fell.
On the city tower, tens of thousands of Blood Prison soldiers were frantically circulating the true energy in their bodies, and the true energy merged into the stone sword like a tide.
Such a scene is extremely common in the eyes of Fatty Xiao and others. In the past few days, the three hells have launched several offensives.
"Broken!" Two long shouts appeared in the air, and two silver warriors waved their swords. The martial arts will surged out like a tide, forming a torrent of will.
The sword blades that were shot were shattered one by one, and the impact of the Samsara Sword Formation was weakened by the will of one hundred martial arts.
Just a few breaths later, the figures of many law enforcement officers were already a hundred feet away.
"Among all the hells, only my blood prison!" Liu Dong roared out, and the hundreds of thousands of blood prisons below also roared: "Anyone who offends my blood prison will be punished no matter how far away!"
In the end, tens of thousands of blood prison citizens in Samsara City roared out with such force that even the heaven and earth trembled.
Blood-colored cloaks, red-stained swords, and hundreds of thousands of blood prisons surged out like a wave of blood, rushing forward without fear. Even if the opponent was a strong martial artist, they still raised the long sword in their hands.
With the rain of blood flying, how could the ordinary Blood Prison Army withstand the offensive from the martial arts realm?
The Blood Prison in front fell, and the Blood Prison army in the rear immediately rushed forward, vowing to stop the offensive of the three hells.
The surroundings were quiet except for the sound of the wind and the roar of swords. This was a silent killing, and the blood flowed back into a river.
"Let's do it!" Fatty Xiao whispered, holding the sword out, bringing up the afterimages, and went straight to one of the strong men in the martial arts field. The will of the three generations of Moon God and his will gathered between the eyebrows, and the will
Vast.
Whoosh! More than thirty rays of sword light streaked through the void, shooting directly at the crowd below. The Samsara Sword Formation could not withstand the attack of these people, so Fatty Xiao had to mitigate part of the attack.
The martial arts field was fully opened, and the fairy tooth was like a sharp blade, thrusting straight into the crowd. Wherever it passed, hundreds of figures fell down.
"Stop him!" The big man among the two silver-robed warriors said, and walked away with his sword. The giant sword flew through the air to block Xianya's offensive.
In addition, several martial arts practitioners from all around also appeared one after another, surrounding Xianya.
Compared to Fairy Tooth, Fatty Xiao was oppressed even more. A strong man in the martial arts field and a digital martial arts realm, in just a few breaths, Fatty Xiao had several sword marks on his body, and blood surged wildly.
If this continues, the Blood Prison is destined not to last long.
In the void, Yanyu looked at the scene below, the coldness in his eyes became more intense and he smiled: "These martial arts realms can't stop the iron hoof of my three hells. Today, your bloody hell is destined to be restless!"
Bang bang! Avoiding a bright sword light, Huo Qilin also noticed the situation below, and frowned slightly, "The martial arts is at the top of the mountain, and with the will of the three generations of moon gods, the fat man can only hold on for a moment."
"Once Fatty cannot hold on, the defense line below will inevitably collapse. At that time, the current Samsara Sword Formation will not be able to hold on for long." Will surged, and Huo Qilin sighed slightly. Today, the future of Blood Prison is worrying.
Suddenly, Huo Qilin chuckled, his eyes fell far away on the horizon, and his frown relaxed: "Weiqing!"
Facing Huo Qilin's laughter, Lonely Bai and others were a little puzzled, but according to their induction, a weak breath emerged in the void.
The petals of flowers were flying, the clothes were as white as frost, the hair was as white as snow, and a figure emerged from the flying petals of flowers.
After this figure appeared, an inexplicable scream sounded from the swords in the audience.
The flower rain was heavy, and the falling flower petals fell on the pool of blood, the corpses, and the bodies of many law enforcement officers.
A strange scene appeared. As soon as these originally delicate flower petals were contaminated with the law enforcer's body, they immediately withered away and lost all their vitality.
The warriors who were knocked off by the petals were like withered petals, their bodies were lifeless, their bodies were swaying, and they fell into a pool of blood.
With an empty gaze without any emotion, Mu Chen looked down at the battlefield that had turned into a hell, and walked down step by step. The fluttering flower petals around him rolled out wildly, and shot directly at the warriors who were besieging Fatty Xiao.
Bang bang! The weak petals fell on the sword body, and several martial arts practitioners took a few steps back.
Waves of ripples rippled through the martial arts field. Even the strong men in the martial arts field frowned and looked at Mu Chen who came out of the air with a somewhat solemn expression.
With a slight breath, Fatty Xiao stepped back half a step, looked directly at Mu Chen who was just a few feet away, and said with a chuckle: "I still like to join forces with you. At least with you here, no one behind me will dare to use a sword."
When Mu Chen heard this, the indifference on his face lost a few points, and a rare smile appeared on his lips, "Just like ten years ago, hasn't that guy shown up yet?"
"You don't know his temperament. He won't show up until the last minute!"
Looking around at the Blood Prison Army fighting bloody battles, Fatty Xiao whispered: "That guy will definitely appear in time, he will."!.!~!
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