Chapter One Hundred and Seventy-Three Group Destruction
"Boom!"
The violent impact caused the turtle-shaped shield to sway, the spiritual energy fluctuations leaked out crazily, and the solid light barrier shriveled down at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The self-destruction of a large number of spiritual weapons earlier caused heavy damage to this formation, but now Kurosawa is risking his life at the cost of burning blood spirits, leaving this formation in a precarious situation.
There are more and more cracks, and countless light blocks turn into energy rain and scatter in, splashing a faint halo.
Outside, the man's face was extremely gloomy. He wanted to stop him, but was blocked by a light barrier, and he could only watch as Kurosawa punched the shield one after another.
"Snapped!"
An extremely clear sound resounded, and a gap opened in the photomask.
"Walk!"
Kurosawa shouted loudly, and his arms like horned dragons suddenly grabbed the ground, and with a strong lift, the light-shaped shield stood in pieces.
When the Marquis of Wei saw this, his footsteps were filled with wind, and he jumped into the air. His ghostly figure was difficult to see clearly.
"Damn it! Cut them off for me." The man ordered, and the people around him moved one after another. The spiritual energy roared into palms and shot out from the air. Different palm prints came out like a dragnet.
"puff"
Blood flowed from Marquis Wei's mouth, and his face instantly turned black, but he didn't hesitate at all and rushed forward at full speed.
"Brother Wei!" Lin Zixuan murmured, and he ran away with him, but the other party would always attach the wind he summoned to him, making him a lot faster than him.
"Brother Lin, Black Tiger is right. Your life is far more precious than ours. You are a light attribute monk and you play an important role on the battlefield. You don't need to pay too much attention to me!" Wei Hou smiled, his face looked a little ferocious, and he turned to look.
Everyone said: "Little boys, your Lord Marquis is also here to play with you."
Lin Zixuan was extremely moved. The latter used his life to delay time for him to escape. Moreover, they were not familiar with each other before and had no intersection at all. They were just strangers in the military camp.
In the distance, the man clenched his five fingers into a fist, swung it away with all his strength, and hit Kurosawa on the chest.
"Pfft!" Kurosawa spat out a mouthful of blood. His chest was obviously sunken, but his legs were still upright on the ground, supporting himself and not falling down.
In order to break the formation, he self-destructed his spiritual weapon and burned his blood spirit, paying an extremely heavy price. At this moment, he was already at the end of his strength.
"Stubborn donkey, let's see how much strength you still have?" The man sneered at him, as if his persistence was foolish.
A terrifying offensive unfolded, and blood appeared on the punch. The man was really angry about this, and he actually used the power of the Blood Mansion!
Kurosawa stood there, refusing to back down, vomiting blood continuously from his mouth, and his breath was extremely weak, like dead grass that had lost its essence, swaying in the wind.
"Black Tiger!"
Marquis Wei grabbed the head of an enemy soldier and crushed it directly. Blood flowed in his hands, but the flesh and blood behind him was blurred. While he was distracted, the light of his fist, the shadow of his sword, and the tip of his spear all came towards him.
"call!"
He exhaled a breath and felt a coldness on the left side of his chest. He moved downwards and saw a silver sword piercing his body, stained with bright red blood.
His eyes were a little hazy and his consciousness was in a trance, but he saw Kurosawa standing there, with the broken ax handle inserted into the mound behind him, leaning against his body to keep him stable.
Lin Zixuan drifted away, and he thought about many scenes in his mind. When he thought about the two heads hanging at the city gate, a strong fighting spirit burned in his heart.
As soon as he thought, large black shadows poured out, covering the sky and the sun, and the demonic energy surged into the sky.
In the black field, there was a dark golden sword hilt, and the black sword body stood quietly in the sky, emitting a terrifying edge.
He walked forward and held the hilt of the sword. The terrifying demonic intention invaded his body. His head was raised instantly, and his eyes immediately turned scarlet and bloodthirsty. Deep in those eyes, there seemed to be a domineering demonic shadow, penetrating through it.
With a self-centered attitude.
Lin Zixuan has never worked so hard as he did today. He almost unreservedly used all his strength to awaken the power remaining in the Dark Demon Sword Body.
To Lin Zixuan, this power was as endless as the vast sea.
Demonic energy surrounded his body, like a pitch-black armor, indestructible, making him even more monstrous.
With the Dark Demon in hand, his perception and speed have been greatly improved. The distance he had escaped before was shortened infinitely in just an instant.
"Skinny Monkey, I feel like I'm going to die." Kurosawa smiled miserably. The man seemed to have respect for his tenacious resistance, so he gave up on him and left him to fend for himself.
Marquis Wei also felt very uncomfortable. The blood on his clothes was stained red, and the remaining sword energy in his body was cutting his flesh and blood bit by bit. The feeling was excruciatingly painful.
"It's okay, just leave him. He will avenge us in the future." Wei Hou squinted his eyes. He tried hard to open them, but it was as if he was stuck with strong glue and could not open them.
"Yes!" Kurosawa nodded happily. Once a light-attribute monk matures, his power is simply devastating.
He turned his head, wanting to feel the light for the last time, but there seemed to be a ferocious and evil demonic aura permeating the air, making him feel dull and depressed.
"Grandma, I'm almost dead, and you can't let me breathe fresh air?" Kurosawa complained, but his expression was very stiff and he couldn't express it vividly.
"That's fine, let this demonic aura bury this place. Grandpa and I can bully these little bastards to our heart's content under the underworld." He breathed heavily, and this aura was a bit suffocating.
"I seem to have seen an evil demon coming with vengeance and rage. Shall I go? This is not a return of light, right?" Wei Hou was surprised. His spiritual energy was almost exhausted and he couldn't move, let alone open his eyes.
The man felt the strange aura coming towards his face and felt a little panicked.
While he was thinking, a figure flashed across the sky like lightning, and the sharp sword light directly pierced a person and sent him flying.
"You...are?" His face was slightly condensed. The figure was covered in black air, and his face could not be seen. He only felt an extremely evil aura, like a demon!
Lin Zixuan ignored them and looked at the state of Kurosawa and the two. His eyes paused slightly. Suddenly, the sword energy split into thousands of strands, penetrating all the way and extremely sharp.
Several more people were penetrated by invisible sword energy, and their bodies exploded and turned into blood mist.
The man's face became colder and colder. This man...no, this demon killed his men indiscriminately. This made him extremely angry, but he did not dare to take action rashly. After all, he could not see through this man's strength.
With the Dark Demon in hand, Lin Zixuan's strength has soared to the sixth level of blood spirit. Moreover, he uses the dark element to activate his body, and his movement skills are extraordinary, like a ghost in the night, erratic.
Killing one person in ten steps, leaving no trace in a thousand miles; this may be the greatest interpretation of his moment.
The men's soldiers were also very panicked and fled in all directions. They never thought of fighting back. When they looked at the figure, the fear in their bones told them not to move or they would die!
However, Lin Zixuan showed no mercy at all. He was never merciful towards his enemies. This was a character he had cultivated since childhood.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of people fell to the ground one after another, and only one man was left on the ground.
Lin Zixuan's eyes were filled with blazing anger, and his face was extremely cold. It was he who ruined the two Kurosawas.
He stepped forward, and his vigorous blood bloomed, turning into extremely terrifying power. Coupled with the demonic shadow lingering around his body, he looked like a demon at this moment.
As a centurion, the man looked more calm and calm than the others. If he was really powerful, then all his lives depended on his thoughts. There was no need for him to kill like this. He vaguely felt that he
, it’s just superficial.
He held up the giant shield of blood and light, and he wanted to test whether this demon was real or fake.
Lin Zixuan stepped forward, and the terrifying power caused the surrounding ground to shake.
"Buzz!"
The violent spiritual energy fluctuated and roared, but he did not feel the power to meet him. Instead, he felt a chill on his neck.
He looked subconsciously and saw a dark magic sword piercing his throat! (To be continued)