Chapter 78 The Doomsday of Jianzun Next
The fall of a swordsman has made other swordsmen feel a little panic. However, the sword emperor's swordsman has left the battlefield one after another, which makes those swordsman swordsman have a taste of despair!
The cultivation of the swordsman of the Sword Emperor is more than a hundred times stronger than them. In the face of those wild beasts that have not yet reached the realm of the Sword Emperor, it is not difficult for them to defeat them, and it is even easier to escape from them. However, the sword master swordsman can't do it, because more than half of the nearly 200 wild beasts are Wild beasts are stronger than them!
A total of 17 sword emperors, almost at the same time, flew away from the battlefield, then disappeared and flew deeper into the North Sea, while more than 50 swords were trapped in the collective encirclement of 200 wild beasts. The wave of terrible attacks was surging towards them!
All the swordsmen finally understand what kind of situation they are facing at this time. Some of them also try to escape from the battlefield behind the sword emperors. However, their speed is not comparable to those sword emperors. When they rush into the wild beast team, they are counted. The sword and light power of ten wild beasts at the same time was so pressed that it could not move forward for another half a step!
In today's situation, you can't escape, you can only fight with all your strength, otherwise, you will die!
In the past, the arrogant and arrogant swordsman never thought that he had entered the North Sea, but in an hour, he encountered such a catastrophe. At the same time of anger and horror, they immediately burst out their strongest strength!
The sound roared with despair. In the battlefield, in the encirclement formed by the gathering of the wild beasts, all the swordsmen faced the wild beasts that were several times their own strength. Their eyes were red, and their eyes showed madness. Then, they sacrificed their strongest magic power and bombarded at those who were gradually shrinking. The wild beast in the encirclement!
In the face of two hundred wild beasts that were at least in the middle of the sword master, they resisted to the end. There was only one result, that is, death. Therefore, those swordsmen on the edge of despair tried to kill a bloody road from the encirclement and leave this horrible hell. However, even if the wild beast is a beast, it also has its own persistence. The instructions they received have been told to kill all the swordsmen who can be blocked!
The swordsman of the Sword Emperor is too powerful. These wild beasts that have not yet reached the realm of the Sword Emperor can't stop them from leaving, but it is not difficult for the dozens of sword masters in front of them to keep them all!
The gorgeous light flashed in the air and collided. The next moment, it burst into countless fireworks. The fierce aura ravaged in the air, turning into arrows and bursting away everywhere! This battlefield is surrounded by nearly 200 wild beasts, with thunder and lightning!
At the beginning, there was a swordsman in the bombardment of the sword. Under the magic power, he spitted blood and his face was pale, and then he fell down to the earth. However, at the moment when they lost their combat effectiveness, they were already torn by the violent aura, and even the yuan god was nowhere to be. In the absence of the sword and light magic power bombardment, it dissipated in the void and turned into invisible.
Every sword master is roaring like crazy, controlling the flying sword in front of him, blowing out the strongest sword light, dancing his hands, and exerting magic attacks or defenses. However, even if they have paid all their strength, they still can't stop it at the same time. A wave of terrorist attacks from several wild beasts!
More and more swordsmen can't resist the offensive and fall one after another, and the number of swordsmen is getting less and less. However, what makes them more and more desperate is that the number of wild beasts in front of them does not decrease at all!
Some swordsmen finally reached the verge of collapse. They cursed the swordsmen who escaped from the battlefield, cursing their unmoral behavior, but at the cost of their death!
Some swordsmen began to regret that they should not enter the North Sea. They not only became the bait of others, but also had to face the collective hunting of these cold-blooded and ruthless wild beasts!
Some swordsmen can't say anything, and there is only a strong despair in their eyes.
In the face of absolute power oppression, any resistance is futile. When the first sword master swordsman fell, in fact, the result of this battle is doomed, because the opponents of these human swordsmen are too strong, because the ancient sword spirit hidden in the boundary of tens of thousands of miles in front of them does not want them to live. It is!
A breath burst out, then weakened, and then disappeared. Long Yi, who was hundreds of miles away, clearly sensed every subtle movement of the battle in the distance. There was only sigh in his heart, but no pity.
On the day when every practitioner embarks on the road of practice, he has put his life and death after cultivation. In order to enhance his cultivation and for the strongest realm of ethereal nothingness, almost everyone is engaged in uninterrupted struggle and killing.
Every practitioner who climbs on the pyramid of the strong can get closer and closer to the peak because they have been stepping on creatures weaker than them to move forward, and when their creatures howl at their feet, they have no softness and pity, so naturally, when they are also trampled by others. When they are under their feet, they are not qualified to beg others for mercy.
The world of practitioners is full of countless **, and the largest ** is eternal life, which is supreme. However, it is ironic that on the road to eternal life, the vast majority of them have often lost the opportunity to continue to live halfway.
However, in this world where the strong are respected, it seems that no one will think deeply about this contradictory and ridiculous problem. Even if death is just around the way, few people will regret it and set foot on this road of no return.
Long Yi squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the void in the distance. He couldn't see everything on the battlefield. However, at this moment, there seemed to be a trace of sadness in his heart. The sourness does not come from the pity for those who are constantly dying swordsman, but from his thought of his father.
Long Yi recalled the ordinary and hard years when he and his father were in the small family on the cliff. He remembered that he brought food to his father when he came home, and talked and laughed with his father in the moonlight. What a warm day it was!
In those days, I was still young, had never seen killing, and had not experienced conspiracy and struggle. My whole world was the cliff and tall father. Such days were very monotonous and boring, but they were touching and reassuring.
After my father's death, they all changed together, disappeared plainly, and lost peace of mind. Instead, it was bullying from others and panic about the future. Then, in order to change all this, he was ignorant and determined this extremely lonely and extremely cold road of practice.
In this short five years, he has grown from a child to a young man, but he has not laughed for a long time, because everything around him is difficult for him to find out. In addition to keeping the nostalgia for his father and warm memories of the past, he only has hard practice and cruel killing in his heart. Kill.
Nowadays, his cultivation has far exceeded that of his peers, but he knows that he has also lost a lot.
Those swordsmen in the distance are very proud and powerful. However, today, they still have to give their lives and turn into a grain of dust in the void. Although he is still alive, his soul seems to have frozen...
"Alas..."
With a sigh, Long Yi lowered his head and no longer felt everything on the battlefield. At this time, the fierce battle stopped. More than 50 swordsmen and swordsmen all died and fell!