Chapter 383 Continuous Kill

His right foot suddenly stepped forward, and suddenly there was a loud noise. The ground under Zhao Tian's original feet suddenly sank and cracked, and his strong power was quickly transmitted from his foot to his arm. His right hand closed his second finger and pointed straight to the sky.

For a while, within a radius of hundreds of feet, all practitioners who used swords found that the sword in their hands wanted to get out of their control and trembled violently.

"Ring up!" Zhao Tian shouted loudly, and his whole body emitted a strong golden light, like a round of golden giants. Across the sky, countless long swords suddenly escaped from his master's hand and ran to Zhao Tian.

Thousands of swords surrounded the ink sword, and a substantial sword spirit spread out in the air and shot out around. The air around dozens of feet was strangled to nothing by this sword.

"Cut with the sword!" Zhao Tian's two fingers came out with golden light, and the completely deteriorated imperial sword was cut down. The fierce blade turned into a golden sword spirit about dozens of feet long in the air, carrying thousands of sharp sword spirit and directly into the camp of the demon clan.

Boom!

The armor of the demon soldiers, like tofu under a sword, collapsed in an instant, and the body was separated. For a moment, the smoke and dust rose, the stones were fierce, and the screams continued.

The thousands of sharp blades are also not bad at all. Each sword spirit easily killed a demon soldier, followed by the attack of Luo Qiong and others, and countless fireworks scattered in the demon army.

This blow caused thousands of deaths to the demon clan, and also completely angered the demon clan: "Attack and attack with all your strength!"

An eighth-level martial artist carried the aura of his whole body and scolded angrily.

"Brothers, kill, let the remnants of the demon clan come back. It's enough for us to kill one, and we will make money by killing two. For the people of Fengcheng, we would rather die than retreat! I'd rather die than retreat!" Wu Qi roared loudly when he saw that the demon soldiers were carrying the ladder and leaning against the wall.

Originally, Zhao Tian's blow was so powerful that it not only completely disrupted the formation of the demon clan, but also successfully killed thousands of people, which greatly added confidence to the hearts of the soldiers. At this time, when they heard Wu Qi's words, the momentum of the soldiers soared and roared loudly: "I'd rather die than retreat!" I'd rather die than retreat! ..."

The loud voice resounded through the world and deafening. Every soldier's face was red, and every cell in his body was extremely active.

The two armies met, and the sound of fighting, screams and roars, and the whole battlefield was in chaos.

There are continuous soldiers dying. Every time a soldier dies, a new soldier will be added. All the things that can cause damage are useful. You don't need to look at them and throw them directly under the wall. They are all demon soldiers.

Neither side has reached the realm of Wuwang's masters, and none of them can fly. This is much simpler for Zhao Tian. With a wave of the sword, the golden sword spirit shot everywhere, turning the area of the wall several feet into an empty zone.

The rest of them are also not willing to show weakness. They have defended the wall of more than ten feet. As long as they can, the opportunity for Changchun and others to break through will be greater.

Zhao Tian waved one sword after another without waste, and the bodies of a large number of demon soldiers rolled down, and everyone died with one sword.

Soon Zhao Tian's attack method was discovered by the masters of the demon clan.

"Ky, dare you come out to fight!" A six-level martial artist appeared in front of Zhao Tian, pointing diagonally to the ground with a long bloody knife in his hand, and forced Zhao Tian away.

Zhao Tian showed a trace of coldness at the corners of his mouth. The six-level martial artist himself did not pay attention to it. He waved a sword again, split dozens of demon soldiers, put his toes a little on the wall, jumped down lightly, and stood quietly in front of the demon man.

"Eat me with a knife." The young man was low and his body swept rapidly. The long knife waved a blood light in an instant. The sharp blood-colored knife cracked the air and cut to Zhao Tian not far away.

Qiang!

No one could see how Zhao Tian took action. He waved a sword spirit in an instant and resisted the sword.

The young man was stunned, and then showed a trace of scars on his face. His expression was wild. The long knife in his hand was like a run-off wild horse. He cut out crazily without scrupulously, and the bloody knife raged and spread.

Zhao Tian showed a sneer at the corners of his mouth, and the long sword in his hand was also shot out in an instant. The sword spirit and knife spirit were intertwined, competing with each other, and the surrounding air was cut and fragmented.

All the demon soldiers left the two far away for fear of being hurt by this sharp breath.

Ding Ding,

Most of the battlefield are full of two people, and countless swords and swords are constantly intertwined in the air.

The young man only felt that under the power of Zhao Tian's sword, he had a feeling that he was comfortable but not strong enough. Several times his arms were shaken and numb. If it hadn't been for the resistance of the aura in his body, it would have been estimated that the long knife in his hand had been picked up by the other party.

When the young man looked around, he found that Zhao Tian was taking him to the dense place of the demon soldiers, leaving corpses all over the place with the intertwined sword spirit of the two people along the way.

"Damn it!" When the young man saw that the dead were all the soldiers of the demon clan, he immediately scolded. The long knife in his hand turned, and the blood instantly filled the whole knife body. A circle of strong knife gas spread around, with a thunderous momentum and went straight down to Zhao Tian.

"Amazingly!"

"Now that you can see it, go to hell!" A cold light flashed in Zhao Tian's eyes. His right foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and the whole earth trembled, but the ground was still intact as before, as if he had experienced any attack power.

"Haha, that's all the strength, go to hell!" The demon youth flashed a trace of disdain in his eyes, and the knife in his hand became more fierce.

Boom!

A loud noise was like a thunderstorm and touching. The demon youth only felt a sudden change in the land under his feet, his face changed, and the speed under his feet suddenly accelerated.

But no matter how fast it is, Zhao Tian can be.

The land on the ground suddenly rolled, and countless earth rose up, driving the power of flying sand and stones, directly overturning the young man with knives.

Zhao Tian's face showed a trace of cruelty, and his body flashed, and a golden light flashed away like a meteor.

Puff!

Three columns of blood gushed out from the throat, heart, Dantian, and three places. Until the dead young man's eyes were round and his eyes were full of incredible.

At the speed of Zhao Tian, he only flashed several times and returned to the wall again, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, Miao Yun also met a six-level martial artist of the demon clan. Although his strength was a little lower than him, it was only a matter of time before Miao Yun suppressed the demon clan to death with the help of cold aura.

The opponent is also a six-level martial artist. His own strength is a little weak, and the opponent he faces is higher than his own realm. There are already more sword marks on his body, but he is still strong and has been holding on.

Luo Qiong himself is a seven-level martial artist. After such a long period of practice, he has already reached the later level of the seven martial arts master, and he is also a kind of strong seven-level martial artist. No one has found him at the time.

Zhao Tian's figure flashed again and appeared behind the man who fought with Qi Kuo in an instant. His arms trembled, and the long sword burst out with dazzling golden glory. A sword was drawn out, and the sharp sword spirit kept shooting out of the sword body.

The demon youth is worthy of being a six-level martial artist. He is much stronger than the one Zhao Tian killed before. Feeling the danger behind him, he would rather resist a sword and fight back to resist Zhao Tian.

Puff!

The young man of the demon clan was scratched with a horrible scar by an iron fan on his chest. For a moment, blood surged wildly, dyeing his whole chest red. An embarrassed roll and flashed to one side and looked at Zhao Tian's eyes full of viciousness.

"Hmm! Escape the first sword, I don't know if you can escape the second sword!" Zhao Tian's indifferent voice was clearly presented in the ears of the demon youth.

Zhao Tian suddenly raised the long sword in his hand. A golden sword spirit, with a length of more than ten feet, was cut down and compressed the surrounding air into a vacuum, with a sharp sharp spirit, straight out.