They were like ghosts on the battlefield, shuttling between the Blood Knights, and every shot was accurate and deadly. With the three of them joining forces, three more Blood Knights fell under their attack, without even a chance to resist.
.
At this point, the original lineup of thirty-six blood knights now only has twenty-seven. Their morale has been severely hit, and fear and despair began to show in their eyes.
The expressions of the four chief priests became increasingly grim. He originally thought that such power was enough to deal with the Demon Suppression Mansion, so he did not let the hidden power continue to attack.
However, the situation at this moment was far beyond his expectation. He had to re-examine the enemy in front of him, especially Ling Xiao, who gave him the most headache.
Every time Ling Xiao made a move, he felt frightened. He even felt that this person was a greater threat than Long Yingtian. This feeling made him very unhappy, but he had to take it seriously. He knew very well that if he could not be solved as soon as possible,
Ling Xiao, then the outcome of this battle will be unpredictable.
So, he took a deep breath and tried to calm down the fluctuations in his heart. Then he waved his hand, with unquestionable majesty in his tone: "Priest in black robe, take action! Kill that Ling Xiao!"
As the four chief priests issued their cold orders, the entire battlefield seemed to fall into silence. Then, from the terrifying army, more than a dozen blood-red rays suddenly shot out, like the most dazzling meteors in the night sky.
, but with fatal danger, they were all aimed at Ling Xiao accurately.
Ling Xiao's brows knitted together for an instant. He felt the terrifying power contained in these rays and was about to use any means to resist them.
However, at this moment, a tall figure like a mountain stood in front of him. It was Long Yingtian. He was holding a huge Mo Dao, and the blade shone with a cold light, as if it could cut off all obstacles in the world.
Long Yingtian shouted loudly and suddenly swung out the Mo Dao in his hand, colliding with those blood-red rays with overwhelming force.
There was just a loud "boom" sound, and all those rays were instantly destroyed by Mo Dao's sharp edge and turned into nothingness.
"Black-robed priest..." Long Yingtian looked at the four chief priests coldly, his eyes full of anger and disdain, "I didn't expect that you actually raised such a monster. Haven't you always claimed that you don't like the Demon Sect?
Really? But these black-robed priests are clearly demon cultivators. How is your behavior any different from that of the demon sect?"
As Long Yingtian finished speaking, thirteen black-robed priests slowly walked out of the crowd. Each of them was wearing black robes, with ferocious masks on their faces, revealing only two shining eyes.
Eye.
Their bodies exude a strong sense of evil, as if they are demons coming out of the abyss, which is terrifying.
The appearance of these black-robed priests makes the atmosphere on the battlefield even more tense. Their strength is unfathomable, and each one of them may be an extremely powerful being.
The strength of these black-robed priests is obviously more terrifying than those of the blood knights. The demonic energy on their bodies is surging, rolling like substance. Every time they take action, there is a thunderous roar, and the space seems to tremble under their power.
.
However, what is even more shocking is that they are all demonic cultivators. This is undoubtedly a great irony and a chilling joke for the church that chants all day long to eliminate demonic cultivators and uphold justice.
Those members of the church who once justly accused the demonic cultivators of being evil and cruel, now had to face the fact that the demonic cultivators also existed in their own camp.
The fourth chief priest did not speak, his attention was completely focused on the battle with Soul Rain.
He knew very well that only by killing Hun Yu as soon as possible could he break the deadlock and tilt the balance of victory to their side again. Therefore, he went all out, and every move was full of killing intent and determination.
"Don't say anything? Then I'll kill these black-robed priests!" Long Yingtian snorted coldly, his eyes flashing with determination and anger.
He waved the huge Mo Dao, like a tiger descending from the mountain, and rushed towards the black-robed priests. Every time the Mo Dao was swung, it was accompanied by a sharp sword wind, which chilled people's hearts.
At the same time, he said to Ling Xiao without looking back: "Kill a few more blood knights first, which is crucial to our victory. You don't have to worry about these black-robed priests, I will deal with them." Long Yingtian's
His voice was firm and powerful, and his words were full of trust and expectation for Ling Xiao.
Ling Xiao frowned and glanced back and forth at the black-robed priests.
The individual strength of each of these black-robed priests may not be comparable to Long Yingtian, but the combined strength of the thirteen of them is definitely not comparable to Long Yingtian alone.
The cooperation between them is perfect, and every attack is like a carefully choreographed dance, which is both powerful and beautiful, and it is breathtaking.
Thinking of this, Ling Xiao took a deep breath and looked at Long Chen and Master Lu beside him. His eyes revealed firmness and trust: "You just fight with the blood knights, I will help you secretly. Remember, keep the formation.
, don’t scatter.”
"Okay!" Long Chen and Master Lu responded in unison, their eyes flashing with fighting spirit and determination. Encouraged by Ling Xiao, the two of them led dozens of puppets and rushed towards the Blood Knight's camp like tigers descending a mountain.
At the same time, Ling Xiao and Long Yingtian fought side by side to deal with the black-robed priests. Their figures shuttled on the battlefield, and every move was accompanied by a fierce sound of wind, as if the air was to be torn apart.
When the blood knights saw Ling Xiao leaving their battlefield, they immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. However, their joy did not last long, because someone's head was moved again. This time, it was Tian
The real soul takes action.
Ling Xiao released the true form of Tianhun. It was a figure exactly like him, and its strength was also extremely terrifying.
Even when fighting separately, Tianhun's real body showed a fighting power that was comparable to Lingxiao's body. Its illusory figure shuttled flexibly on the battlefield, and every shot was extremely accurate.
The mastery has reached the level of perfection, not inferior to Ling Xiao's own body.
"How come there are two Ling Xiaos?" The blood knights looked at each other, their eyes full of shock and confusion.
"Idiot, that's a clone!" A slightly smarter blood knight shouted loudly, trying to remind his companions.
"Clone? Then don't be afraid. Please be careful and you should be able to deal with it!" Upon hearing that it was a clone, the blood knights breathed a sigh of relief. They felt that the power of the clone was definitely not as good as the main body, so they were confident that they could deal with Ling Xiao's sky.
Soul clone.
However, they were wrong, and they were quite wrong. The strength displayed by Tianhun's true form was completely beyond their imagination.