Chapter 58 Great Hunt

Hundreds of powerful beasts have long been transferred by Long Yi to hunt swordsmen in the nearby mountains. At this time, they turned into a wave of terror and rushed towards those swordsmen!

Countless spiritual sword awns, spewing out from the air of spiritual beasts and fierce beasts, ruthlessly bombarding the nearly 100 swordsmen in the encirclement, and the storm generated by the magnificent sword spirit also raged between heaven and earth, spreading rapidly into the distance.

In the Beihai Sea, almost all the swordsmen felt the violent atmosphere from somewhere thousands of miles inside the North Sea. Their faces showed panic and flew up to the air and stared at the interior of the North Sea. Although they could not see the slightest situation of the war, they had been shocked by the sudden breath. Fear in my heart.

What happened in the North Sea?

Soon, some people thought of the nearly 100 swordsmen who had gathered in the North Sea before. At the same time, they also vaguely guessed that it must be those swordsmen who fought with the beasts in the North Sea. However, why did the breath they felt at this time belong to the beasts, and those swordsmen, after all What is it?

Near those swordsmen who were guessing about the battle but did not know the situation, only three swordsmen did not move much, and one of them shook his head and looked into the North Sea. He said nothing except for a trace of fear. This man is the calm and cautious Zhou Chong.

The battle has begun, and the war is also burning to the strongest point in an instant. In the face of countless sword attacks, nearly a hundred swordsmen, while being frightened, they also hurriedly stabilized their minds and fought with all their strength.

With the cultivation of their group of people gathered together, there was already enough capital to run rampant among the swordsman group, but at this time, in the face of several times more beasts than their number, and in the face of the cultivation of beasts that have absolute repressive power against them, they can only resist hard, because They don't want to die here.

The circle composed of hundreds of beasts, because of the size of the beasts, because of the extremely fierce attack, it seems very close. No swordsman can find a gap to escape from this dense encirclement like a cage, but can only struggle hard in it. Seeking vitality, or delaying the time of death!

The only person who did not participate in the battle was Liu Yang. He withdrew a hundred miles away from the sword storm that was so fierce that he didn't even dare to approach it. He stared at the battlefield coldly. He did not see the pity and intolerance of his human colleagues being gradually being devoured and swallowed up, but just cold. Looking at it, he has been practicing for many years and knows that the practice world is originally the law of the jungle. In the field of speaking with strength, he will not forget the greed and ugliness of these people when they chased him before.

At the beginning, there was a swordsman who could not resist the terrible sword bombardment and fell from the air, and the encirclement was gradually shrinking. Liu Yang knew that the battle was developing in the expected direction, and the results would not have any variables, so he took a deep breath, pondered slightly, and then turned to the spirit beast. Fly somewhere in the world.

Of course, Liu Yang will not forget that today's big hunt is only one of the battlefields, or the main battlefields, and in another place hundreds of miles away from here, there is a battle that has ended, although there is a master against those spirit beasts. Direct instructions, he doesn't need to do anything, but he still wants to have a look.

After flying straight to the east for a moment, hundreds of miles passed by. Liu Yang stopped over a valley and looked down.

On the ground, more than a dozen spirit beasts gathered together. Some of them seemed to be lazy and leisurely lying on the ground, licking some dirt on their bodies, while the other spirit beasts were gnawing something.

Liu Yang knew that the six swordsmen had been killed. Their yuan gods and storage bags had long been swallowed up by a spirit beast, and the spirit beast must have flown in the direction of Long Yi to dedicate those trophies to Long Yi, but their bodies have sadly become spirit beasts. A dessert for the battle.

Looking at the scene below, Liu Yang knows that he has completed half of his task, and the rest is the nearly 100 swordsmen who are still stubbornly resisting, but there will never be miracles to care for them. As long as the nearly 100 swordsmen die, then Liu Yang no longer needs to continue to serve as bait, but can be here. In the land of spiritual beasts, looking for a place to practice, waiting for Long Yi's next instruction.

Liu Yang remembered Long Yi's words and knew that the master did not need it for the time being and did not want to do anything more, but he did not know whether the master was satisfied with the harvest during this period of time, or because the master realized that if the killing was too heavy, it was likely to attract the collective counterattack of many swordsmen, or the master wanted to In the more than a year before the awakening of the ancient sword spirit, do you practice quietly and make fuller preparations for the possible struggle in the future?

Like the scene of the sword spirit waking up more than a year later, Liu Yang's mind couldn't help but be a little excited. He can imagine that before the sword spirit wakes up, there must be a large number of swordsmen in the land of the North Sea. Unlike today, there must be many strong swordsmen with more than swordsmanship, who come here, either absorb aura, or directly look for the ancient sword spirit!

Almost every swordsman with the above cultivation of the swordsman has some names in the Tianling Star swordsmanship world, because after breaking through the realm of the sword saint and entering the realm of the sword master, the strength of the swordsman will make a huge leap! Although the sword saint is strong, in the Tianlingxing sword cultivation world, he is still medium strength after all. Only when he reaches the sword master can he truly be called a strong man, and above the sword master, the sword emperor and the sword god are even more horrible!

Every swordsman's dream is to become a self-respecting strong man, but not everyone has such good talent and luck to go to the top of practice before dying on the dangerous road of practice. However, becoming a peak strong man has always been the first desire of practitioners, so there are so many People pay the price of their lives for the possibility that is even against their conscience or illusory.

I don't know what my master is now? I have reached the middle stage of the swordsman, and I am preparing to attack the late stage of the swordsman, but whenever I hear the master's voice, I always feel inexplicable palpitations and fear. I think that the master is at least a swordsman's cultivation, even may be at the level of swordshen, or even stronger!?

At this point, there was a stir in Liu Yang's heart. It is a proud thing to be able to follow a rare strong man! And I don't know, if one day Liu Yang knew that his master, the real kendo cultivation, was weaker than him at this time, how would he feel?

After meditating for a while, the spirit beasts had gnawed the body of the swordsman, and then there was nothing to do and walked lazily towards the cave where they lived. And Liu Yang also withdrew his mind, stopped not stopping, and flew to the distant battlefield.

In the moment when Liu Yang left, the battle had reached an extremely cruel level. The resistance of nearly a hundred swordsmen did not play much role. Although they tenaciously killed more than ten fierce beasts with mediocre strength and no more achievements, the price they paid was extremely tragic.

In just a quarter of an hour, nearly half of the swordsmen fell from the air, and most of their bodies, before they fell to the ground, were directly swallowed into their stomachs by the spirit beasts on the ground, and not even spit out any scum. With the decrease of the number of people, their combat effectiveness is also decreasing sharply, and the speed of death is naturally much faster.

Whether it is the early stage of the swordsman, the middle stage of the swordsman, or the late stage of the swordsman, before such a long-planned, ruthless and powerful hunt, it cannot have an obvious impact on the outcome of the battle. Not long after the battle began, they knew that they would die here today, but they kept waving their own flying swords in their hands and hitting them with all their strength.

In the case of no hope of survival, the only thing they can do is to let themselves live a little longer. However, such a struggle is actually a more cruel pain, because their body and mind are suffering from extreme destruction, so it is better to die simply!

Liu Yang returned to the periphery of the battlefield, looked at the battle camp of only 40 swordsmen left, listened to their hysterical roars, watched them hit swords under the heavy shadow of despair, and shook his head secretly.

Death is the end that most swordsmen must face. After all, there are still a few people who can go all the way to the end and reach the peak. Fate is your own choice. There is no absolute right or wrong in the way of practice. However, if you take the wrong step, it is likely to be a doomed end.

Looking at all this in front of him, Liu Yang looked calm, but his heart was actually a little shocked, which made him strengthen his belief that he would always follow Long Yi! Only in this way can he have the opportunity to walk a road to becoming stronger and glorious in this powerful and unpredictable world of practice!