The explosion continued to roll, causing the eyes of the people around hundreds of miles to be on the sky. At this moment, in the place where the explosion rolled, a mushroom cloud composed of energy slowly rose into the sky. Then a shocking shock, the entire palace collapsed, and even several nearby palaces were directly shaken. Another branch of Fengqing Pavilion was completely destroyed, and all the people in the branch were killed.
What does the concept of the Holy Heaven Sect exert the power of the entire sect? Four sixteen-type four-turn Tianling Saints, and more than a hundred masters of the five-type five-turn Tianling Emperor, which shows that the number of masters of the Tianling Emperor and above has reached nearly six hundred. The core disciples, at least the Tianling Immortals, are above the Tianling Immortals, and the number of disciples of the Tianling Immortals who have been killed is over six million. The combat power of these six million is not comparable to that of ordinary giant sects. Although there are tens of millions of official disciples, there are probably not even one million above the Tianling Immortals. The combat power of six million masters of the Tianling Immortals is definitely not something that ordinary people can imagine.
The Shengtian Sect is not a giant sect now. It is a super sect, whether it is territory, strength, or influence, and it is not inferior to other super sects. The power of a super sect is almost all that can attack a branch of a giant sect without even delaying half an hour.
"There is no branch of Feng Qing Pavilion ahead, and you can immediately enter Fenglin Valley." A handsome man with only the late stage of Tianling King waved his hand suddenly and commanded an army of more than 6 million people with hundreds of masters above Tianling Emperor. This person was the guest minister of the Shengtian Sect after disguised. In this battle, the entire sect was also at a disadvantage. He really couldn't draw out his strength to protect the guest minister Ao Sen. When Ao Sen insisted on coming, Ruibao disguised him as an ordinary disciple and mixed in countless ordinary disciples. This was also the best way to protect him.
With Ao Sen's order, suddenly, figures rushed away like comets, and various spiritual energy decorated the entire night sky to the extreme.
Six million people are like stars, shuttled through the night sky, and most of them will never see such a beautiful night in their lifetime. But this beauty is based on boundless killing!
Suddenly, the evil man with a trendy hairstyle flew to Ao Sen. Gu Wuyan was disguised. He saw Gu Wuyan's face a little serious, "Old Ao, have you seen it? There are no experts in the branches we attacked. I'm afraid they have known that they have all shrunk their strength and are waiting for us in Fenglin Valley."
Ao Sen's face was dull, as if he didn't care at all, "We didn't know how much we were, and Feng Qingge didn't know that we could hit him and die. A Saint Lord, a Great Perfection Realm, and nearly ten million disciples, with such strength, we will rashly fight with others to the death. This is the first time we have such a reckless thing. However, Yan Lu was arrested, and even if Brother Ye is here, I'm afraid he has to save each other. We are now giving Brother Ye's orders. Brother Wuyan, don't you?"
"Yes, even Nangong Feixue and Zhao Xiner have come out of seclusion, so there is nothing to say about us going to fight. There is a little recklessness, but we may not lose. It would be great if the eldest brother was there."
Ao Sen laughed at himself, "Brother Ye hasn't come back for thirty years. How could it be so coincidental? Kill it? This time we are not going to die with them. On the one hand, we will restrain their absolute power. At least the Holy Lord Feng Qing and the Great Perfect Realm must fight. At that time, we will send fifty masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor to take advantage of the chaos to kill in and save Yan Lu. If the people are rescued, we will retreat."
"good!"
In a very short time, six million masters of the Shengtian Sect came to Fengye Valley.
"The person inside, hand over my master's wife, otherwise I will bite you to death! Roar!" A crisp and loud voice of a child, mixed with beast roar, was roaring throughout the Fenglin Valley under the mix of majestic spiritual energy! The person who spoke was the little bastard of the guest of the Shengtian Sect. At this time, Ao Sen, Gu Wuyan could not reveal himself, so the little bastard called out.
A thunderous shout, mixed with spiritual energy, echoed in every corner of Fenglin Valley. At this moment, a trace of cruelty flashed across the corner of the mouth of everyone in Fenglin Valley. They had just washed the Huyang Sect blood, and the blood on the sword was not dry yet, and someone came to the door to die. Without a big formation, they were not afraid of Shengtian Sect.
Suddenly, a series of violent roars swept across the entire Fenglin Valley, and various spiritual powers burst out, and then they saw the crowd dancing in the sky rushing out of the Fenglin Valley. The crowd was covered with the sky, all wearing uniform black clothes. When those black robes were agitating, the special wind and cloud patterns on it made people see the identity of the core disciple of Fengqing Pavilion at a glance.
"Haha, as soon as Ye Feng died, there was no one in the Shengtian Sect. It actually made a monster roar here." A sarcastic voice suddenly sounded across the world. At the same time, the disciples of Feng Qing Pavilion howled and laughed.
Everyone looked up in the voice and looked at them. They saw nearly a hundred black figures standing in the air above the millions of disciples of Fengqing Pavilion, holding sharp swords in their hands. Under the sunlight, a cold light reflected, and all of them poured into the valley, making people feel cold. In that core place, the Holy Lord Fengqing was looking up at the six million disciples of Shengtian Sect.
"Hohaha, you guys, kneel at the feet of a man and a woman all day long, and there is a louder voice. This sissy brother can't hear anything, hell." The little bastard also shouted.
As the little bastard rarely shouted and scolded, the people of the Shengtian Sect also burst into laughter. Insulting the other coach was to hit the enemy's aura. Feng Qing Shengzun, a master who has been famous for millions of years, shouted and scolded with a child. The little bastard didn't know how to embarrass him, but he didn't know how to embarrass him?
"Hmph! Stop talking nonsense," the cunning Saint Feng Qing suddenly pulled out his sword, "Get war!" Suddenly, the disciples of Feng Qing Pavilion were like locusts, densely packed, carrying sharp sword energy, and overwhelmed the camp of the Shengtian Sect. The sound of killing that erupted in an instant made the world tremble. It can be seen that if you continue speaking, Saint Feng Qing didn't know what other words that bastard Qilin could say.
"Bite them to death, rooster!"
When the disciples of Fengqing Pavilion rushed towards the Shengtian Sect like a tide, the little bastard's roar also resounded. Immediately, there was only the sound of shouting and killing everywhere in the sky. After that, countless spiritual lights tore through the air and turned into terrifying columns of light. These columns of light shot out like ordinary people's sharp arrows, covering the surging black wave!
At the same time, while the Fengqing Pavilion camp was rushing, there were also many light columns shot in, but it was obviously less than five times less. It can be seen that to emit such a long-distance spiritual attack, the attack power must be able to kill people, and its strength must be above the Heavenly Spirit King. Although there are many people in Fengqing Pavilion, their strength is too weak, and there are not even a hundred masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor. If the people under Fengqing Pavilion were a little stronger, the Holy Lord Feng Qing would have been unable to hold back and destroy the Ziyuan Immortal Realm and the Huyang Sect, how could he wait until now?
Puff! Puff! Puff!…
The sound of countless light columns penetrating the human body sounded, but the situation on both sides was completely different. At such a long distance, Feng Qing Pavilion's attack came to the disciples of the Shengtian Sect, which was already very weak. The weakest disciples of the Shengtian Sect were all the Heavenly Spirit Immortals. Those light columns shot on them, and huge defensive aura lit up on the surface of the latter's body. Suddenly, these energy light columns just hindered their progress. At most, they were only injured and killed, which was the attacks issued by dozens of masters above the Heavenly Spirit Emperor.
It can be seen that the disciples of Fengqing Pavilion are too weak. Tens of millions of disciples and the Tianling General are more than eight million. When these disciples shot in the light column, they also lingered spiritual energy in their bodies, trying to protect themselves, but their defense obviously did not cause much obstacles to the energy light column. Even with many powerful light columns, when they shot through a person's body, the remaining energy would penetrate the people behind them. Such terrifying lethality also shows the huge gap in strength between them.
The terrifying columns of spiritual energy shot out westward, leaving a faint mark on the sky. Each wave of attacks would make many Fengqing Pavilion disciples fall powerlessly. Six million masters attacked almost at the same time. After several rounds, Fengqing Pavilion disciples died no less than three million.
"kill!"
"Kill, don't care about anything, kill me!"
Finally, the troops from both sides began to fight in close combat. More than tens of millions of troops from both sides stood together.
War, this is the almost primitive and oldest fight, and it is completely instinctive!
There is no fairness, no martial arts to talk about, sneak attacks, siege and kill, strong slaughter the weak, the ultimate move, use all kinds of tricks, everything is for victory.
Screams, roars, shouts of killing, collision of swords and explosions of energy instantly filled the entire battlefield.
Blood was flowing all over the earth. As soon as the blood dyed the earth red, new blood dripped down. Corpse fell from the sky. However, the fallen corpses were almost all disciples of Fengqing Pavilion in black cheongsam, and occasionally several disciples of the Shengtian Sect fell down.
After the long-range attack just now, Feng Qing Pavilion lost more than 3 million, and the number of people had dropped to 7 million, which was almost the same as the Shengtian Sect. However, the difference in cultivation between the two was really different. Even if there were twenty, they could not beat one. What's more, they were just one-on-one, and they could die of two-on-one.
In the battle between these disciples with weak cultivation, it is a completely one-sided war.
But sadly, the people below fight the most and die the most. But no matter how they fight, the ones who decide to win in the end are the most powerful people. Their Saint Lord, the Great Perfection level confrontation, won, and vice versa. The only difference is to kill the enemies in front, protect themselves, and let themselves have their lives to wait until the final result.
While these masters were fighting, the Saint Feng Qing had already arrived at the heads of the little bastard, Mo Fenghen and others. He saw his body floating in the air, his shoulders were as bright as a force of wind element attributes surged out from the sky and the earth. A majestic momentum was also the sky, and a strange oppression enveloped the radius of ten thousand meters.