While many powerful lords from the two camps were fighting madly, Jian Wushuang stayed at the edge of the battlefield and never made a move from beginning to end.
Although the warring lords also noticed his existence, no one took it to heart when they saw that he was just a saint.
"It's really rare to see so many lords fighting fiercely together and using various methods." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly.
When these lords fought, some of the methods they used were so weird and unusual that even Jian Wushuang couldn't help but be surprised.
Especially the Lord of Ten Thousand Islands who had just arrived. When he arrived, he immediately changed the situation of the battle by setting up two formations with a wave of his hand. This ability was even more remarkable.
But now on the battlefield, it is obvious that the Blood Prince camp has fallen into an absolute disadvantage, especially in the center of the battlefield. Lord Tian Chong has gradually become exhausted under the crazy offensive of Lord Yaoso. Once Lord Tian Chong is killed,
, that divine weapon will fall into the hands of Prince Cang Yue’s camp.
"Anyway, I am also a member of the Blood Prince camp. It's not my style to just keep watching from the side." Jian Wushuang smiled lightly. When he saw a figure on the battlefield, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but smile.
A strange smile appeared, followed by his figure floating out.
On the battlefield.
Phew! Phew! Phew!
A jet-black shadow of a spear stabbed out one after another like a dragon emerging from the sea.
Lord Montenegro, a vicissitudes of life old man in gray robes, had a stern look on his face and looked directly at his opponent, a junior lord from the Bloody Prince camp.
"There are so many lords on this battlefield, and there are many who are stronger than me. I have to be careful, and I must not be targeted by others."
During the battle, Lord Montenegro kept an eye on his surroundings from the corner of his eye.
There are more than fifty lords fighting at the moment, including many middle lords and high lords. Junior lords like him are the weakest beings on this battlefield, and their chances of falling are naturally very high, so he
Don't dare to feel relaxed in the slightest.
But at this moment, a slight buzzing sound suddenly came from behind Lord Montenegro, and at the same time, there was also a cold and direct killing intent.
Under this murderous intention, the Black Mountain Lord immediately became excited and turned around to look over. He happened to see Jian Wushuang wielding a long sword and stabbing towards his chest. The sword was extremely fast and at an angle.
He was extremely cunning. If he had reacted just a little slower, this sword would have easily penetrated his chest.
"It's you!"
The Black Mountain Lord stared at Jian Wushuang and recognized Jian Wushuang.
He and Jian Wushuang had met and fought in this inner passage before. As a result, Jian Wushuang's burst of combat power shocked him. If it hadn't been for the appearance of a golden-armored war puppet later, would he have been able to escape from it?
It is still unknown whether Jianwu escaped from his hands.
Seeing Jian Wushuang's sword thrust, Lord Montenegro immediately twisted his body, but he barely missed the sword light.
"Did you respond quickly?" Jian Wushuang grinned.
"What a risk!"
Lord Montenegro secretly sighed, but suddenly an inexplicable crisis arose in his heart. He saw Jian Wushuang in front of him. Originally, his sword had already pierced the air, but in vain, a bright light appeared between Jian Wushuang's eyebrows.
The light slowly emerged.
Jian Wushuang's eyebrows seemed to split open at this moment, and a terrifying sword intent that made people's hair stand on end rushed out like a bolt of thunder.
The first-grade sword technique, the Eyebrow Sword!
The sword between the eyebrows condenses the sword intention in the heart, but it will explode in vain at the critical moment. Moreover, the longer the sword intention is condensed, the greater its power will be.
The last time Jian Wushuang used the eyebrow sword was in Nanyang Continent. It has been almost four years now. During these four years, he has been accumulating sword intent in the center of his eyebrows. Up to now, the sword intent accumulated in his eyebrows is
There are many ways, but the one currently being used is only the one with the weakest power.
But even if it was just the weakest sword intent, it burst out at this moment. The Black Mountain Lord had no time to react, and was directly pierced through the throat by the sword shadow, and his figure immediately fell down helplessly.
Lord Montenegro, die!
On the battlefield, although the fighting was extremely fierce, not many lords fell. When any lord was killed, it would attract a lot of people's attention. At this moment, as soon as the Black Mountain lord died, a lot of people looked over.
"Another one died!"
"Is that Lord Montenegro?"
"Hmph, he was just a junior lord. No wonder he died. The one who killed him... huh?"
When they saw that it was Jian Wushuang who killed the Lord of Black Mountain, the battlefield was filled with astonishment, and everyone looked at Jian Wushuang in surprise.
"Is it him?"
"Is it this little guy?"
"He killed the Lord of Montenegro?"
The lords present couldn't help but look strange.
They all noticed the existence of Jian Wushuang before, but Jian Wushuang is just a holy realm. Everyone present is a lord, who would care about a holy realm? But now, it is this holy realm that killed Cang Yue.
A lord of the princely camp.
"Swordsman?" Iron Sword Lord and Silver Wing Lord were also shocked.
They also didn't expect that Jian Wushuang could actually kill a lord. Although he succeeded in a sneak attack, it was still very impressive.
"snort!"
When Lord Cang Yue's Wandao Lord saw this scene, he immediately snorted, "Kill that boy!"
A shrill sound of breaking wind came, and Jian Wushuang saw a burly man appearing next to him. The burly man was holding a sword and was slashing towards his head. Looking at his breath, the burly man who struck was a middle-aged man.
Lord.
"Swordsman, retreat!" Iron Sword Lord shouted.
Jian Wushuang's figure moved, leaving an afterimage on the spot, but he had already retreated towards the back. Judging from his appearance, he was very calm.
"Everyone in the Blood Prince camp, get ready..." Jian Wushuang stopped in the void, but the majestic voice immediately spread.
"Ready?"
"What are you preparing for?"
The strong men in the Bloody Prince camp were all at a loss.
But at this moment, Jian Wushuang really took action.
I saw a vast murderous intent rising from his body. The murderous intent was like a tide, and it immediately turned into a long river of blood, stretching out.
At the same time, invisible fields of sword intent also burst out instantly.
Driven by the blood and fire ring, the flame field also spreads.
Huangquan Road, the Hundred Realm, the Blood and Fire Realm.
The combination of the three realms instantly covered the entire battlefield in a river of blood.
Jian Wushuang, however, was located in the center of the blood river. His eyes were cold and emotionless as he swept over the many powerful men in front of him one by one.
"Field, oppression!"
A cold low drink suddenly spat out from Jian Wushuang's mouth.