The sun rises in the east, and the sky is full of brilliant light.
Between heaven and earth, outside the city of Xin, the morning light was like a tide, slowly advancing from east to west, dispelling the darkness and revealing the true scene under the shadows.
It was a dark and overwhelming demonic tide, just like a dense school of fish at the bottom of the sea, and it was impossible to count their exact number.
Two large flags were erected on the top of the city wall of Dixin City.
One is the domain flag representing Zhongling.
The other one is embroidered with an elegant long sword.
The sword flag representing the Sword Sect.
Under the sword flag, the Wuju Sword Master stood on the top of the city wall and looked out.
After the death of Peak Master Guqiu, the loss of Peak Master Haoran's cultivation, Xie Qingyun's whereabouts, and Jian Huang and others' deaths in the Battle of Three Cities, Sword Master Wuju became the leader of the Sword Sect at this time.
Although the Sword Sect at this time could hardly be considered a sect anymore - of the more than one thousand sword cultivators of the middle spirit that Xie Qingyun and Lu Qingshan brought from the Eastern Region, only more than two hundred were left.
The lethality of the Sword Sect's sword cultivators on the battlefield is unquestionable, but precisely because they are too powerful, they have to shoulder the heaviest responsibilities, which leads to such enormous losses.
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The brutal war had already begun for a long time, and the dark and massive demon army was like a swarm of locusts, surging forward like a tide.
Blood and fire burn together.
The leaders of the demon army are still Demon Lord Tianlang and Demon Lord Xiyuan.
They are high-spirited.
Although they don't know it at the moment, they have inexplicably become the most powerful Demon Lord in the Wujian Realm - the Soul Lord, the Yu Lord and the Dongqi Demon Lord above them have all fallen.
This time, the demons' offensive was far more fierce and brutal than the previous confrontation on the front battlefield.
Because, whether it is the human race or the demon race, they all know very well in their hearts that this will be the final battle.
One battle decides the outcome and determines the ownership of the spirit.
So both sides were unreserved and spared no expense.
The elite demon army of the demon clan continuously launched a charge towards the Long Night Mountains.
The human race spent several months setting up the Zhongling Great Formation, but it was faced with a huge test not long after it was completed.
At the beginning, with the help of the geographical advantage of the Changye Mountains, the human monks who arrived at Xincheng seized the opportunity and dealt a heavy blow to the demon army.
But that's all.
The demon army did not lose their composure because of the losses; they continued to advance step by step without haste.
As a result, the Long Night Mountains became a bloody meat grinder.
Every inch of land was suddenly stained with blood.
It is naturally impossible for human cultivators to just defend themselves. They need to rely on the geographical advantages of the Zhongling Formation to kill the enemy.
Otherwise, no matter how powerful the formation is, it will not be able to withstand the long-term attacks of the demons.
Due to the geographical advantage, the human cultivators had a clear plan for advance and retreat, and their casualties ratio was lower than that of the demons.
However, the demons don't care about these at all.
Because their overall strength is far greater than that of the human race.
Therefore, a higher casualty ratio does not matter at all - if the ratio continues, all the human cultivators in Dixin City will be wiped out, and they will lose half of their manpower.
It is the human race that cannot afford to waste time, not the demons.
This is exactly the advantage of the demons.
Now they don’t need any planning at all, they just need to use absolute strength to crush the human race.
As for how to rack one's brains to inflict smaller losses on the enemy in exchange for greater casualties, that is something that only humans should consider.
Indeed, it was just as the demons expected.
Faced with this blatant conspiracy played by the demons, the commanders of the human coalition forces are now in a state of panic.
At present, the Zhongling formation is still standing, but the damage to their human race is already quite severe.
The monks of the coalition forces who had retreated from the spiritual sea tide had not yet recovered from their exhausted state when they were faced with such a high-intensity offensive and defensive battle.
This is a great test of their will.
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Arrived at Xincheng, the city lord’s mansion.
All the human cultivators were concentrated on the battlefield at this moment. The City Lord's Mansion was extremely empty, with only Li Shiyi present.
With all his noble energy gone, he no longer had the ability to take part in the battle, so he rested alone in the City Lord's Mansion.
However, the news of the war was not blocked and was always fed back to him, allowing Li Shiyi to know the battle situation and the bad situation on the front line.
Li Shiyi understood that this was the demon clan's tactic, exchanging lives for lives, until the day came when the human race had no lives left to exchange and collapsed completely...
There is no plan that can stop such a conspiracy.
This is undoubtedly despairing.
The demons' footsteps were firm and heavy, approaching them inch by inch.
Li Shiyi was unable to take part in the battle, and had no intention of calculating his own casualties. He just looked toward the distant west.
"Where is the turning point... What's the situation with the Sect Master now?"
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The war lasted another seven days in such a cruel situation.
The demon army once again launched a charge against the Zhongling formation.
During the seven days, the human cultivators had repelled countless charges by the demon army.
Both they and the demon army were so familiar with this kind of scene that they were a little bored.
But this time, it's a little different.
This time, the demon army appeared extremely well-organized, with tens of thousands of people forming a battle formation.
A demon battle formation consisting of tens of thousands of people has already charged forward.
The next moment, countless evil spirits rose into the sky, instantly forming a demon soul shadow that was a hundred feet tall. It raised a sledgehammer and hammered it hard at the light curtain of the Zhongling formation.
Boom!
The dull sound was like the sound of a drum, extremely powerful and resounding throughout the heavens and earth.
Huge ripples spread out on the light curtain, spreading the terrifying force into the ground, causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The mountain was shaking!
The soul shadow of the demon god only lasted for a moment, as if it was born just to swing this hammer.
However, the human monks in Dixin City saw clearly that the Ten Thousand Demon Army that was forming a battle formation quickly changed its formation, flew to both sides, and made room.
The demon clan's second battle formation of ten thousand troops had already been deployed at the right time.
The same battle formation, the same hundred-foot demon soul shadow, the same terrifying hammer, and the same hammer hit the spiritual formation again.
The whole process is smooth and flowing, with an incomparable smooth beauty.
The deafening sound of hammers rang out on the battlefield, one after another, continuously.
The demon army of ten thousand people was constantly forming battle formations and bombarding the light curtain with sledgehammers.
The Zhongling formation began to shake, and although it didn't fall down, it was still really frightening.
The attack was like a violent storm, making it hard to breathe.
Due to the strength of the demon army, the coalition of human monks could only be in a passive defensive position.
The only thing they can do now is to use all their strength to defend the Changye Mountains and make the last line of defense of the human race airtight and impregnable.
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In the Zhongling formation.
The blood-stained Wu Ju Sword Master looked at the thousands of demon soldiers that were rushing in like a tide, rubbed his face tiredly, and then tilted his head to look at the many figures behind him.
His eyes swept across the familiar faces from the Qingmei King of Great Xia to the Ziyun Elder of the Candle Dragon Hall, and then to Situ and Tianxing of the Central Spirit Realm.
The coalition of middle-level spiritual monks, which was once full of talented people, now only has these few people left.
Moreover, the faces of these people , like his, were filled with deep fatigue.
The Sword Master Wu Ju grinned, then took a deep breath and laughed out loud.
"There is no powerful clan in the world that has lost its land without the death of its cultivators."
"Throughout history, our human race has never been a weak race!"
The moment the voice fell, the figure of the Wuju Sword Master turned into sword light and swept out.
Just at that moment, the huge hammer came again.
clang!
Suddenly, a huge sword energy rose up in the wind and condensed into a green bird with scales and claws intact, and its momentum was sparkling.
Sword energy living things.
Qingque flew out at this critical moment, using its wings as knives to cut at the soul shadow of the demon god. With a flashing precious light, it directly cut the tall soul shadow in half and made it disappear into thin air.
The next moment, Qingque flew forward and rushed into the battle formation of tens of thousands of people, killing all the demon cultivators in its path.
The demon monks fell like rain, and the wind whistled as they fell.
The demon battle formation was completely disrupted and could not be reorganized in a short time.
The Lord of Wu Ju Sword disrupted the momentum of the demon clan at the critical moment when their attack was about to start.
Whether it is the grasp of timing or the explosive power of the sword, it is almost perfect.
The master of Wuju Sword, holding the famous sword Wuju, followed closely behind Qingque who led the way, and charged directly towards the next battle formation of the Ten Thousand Demon Army that came to reinforce.
The sword fell with great splendor, and the sword energy was so strong that it covered the sky and the sun.
An unknown number of demon cultivators were strangled to death by this sword energy, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Break for a while longer!
The Lord of Wuju Sword used his sword to strike straight at the demons, once again disrupting the formation of the next wave of battle.
Even though the Sword Sect has been damaged to this extent, it is still not short of talents, which shows how profound the Sword Sect is!
But at this moment, one of the demon cultivators in the battle formation who was supposed to be under the sword energy suddenly became more powerful, holding a long pointed spear in his hand, and stabbed it out, piercing the heart of the Wuju Sword Master unexpectedly.
The face of the Wuju Sword Master turned grim, and he quickly flew backwards, moving as swiftly as if walking on flat ground, and in an instant he had put a long distance between himself and the demon cultivator who launched the sneak attack.
But the demon cultivator drew his gun and followed without hesitation, which was very aggressive.
This powerful demon who was hiding in the demon army and pretending to be an ordinary demon cultivator was none other than the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord, one of the two commanders of the demon army at that time.
Faced with the powerful shot from the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord, the Lord of the Unrestrained Sword did not choose to confront the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord head-on, but withdrew without hesitation, took a defensive stance, and retreated to the side of the light shield.
The next moment, the light shield that was extremely tricky for the demons became like a soft bubble, wrapping around the Master of Wu Ju Sword, taking him in, and then regaining its hardness.
——The Zhongling formation is presided over by tens of thousands of cultivators. It is definitely not a "stubborn" formation where one can only exit but not enter.
Faced with the Central Spirit Formation that was as hard as a tortoise shell, the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord was helpless and had to give up this unsuccessful sneak attack. He prepared to retreat and make long-term plans.
However, he didn't expect that just as he retreated, the Wuju Sword Master rushed out from the formation again and swung several swords in succession. The sword energy alone strangled the demon cultivator who was rushing forward from the side of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord on the spot, showing his majestic style as a sword cultivator.
But just as the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord was about to turn back, the Lord of the Sword without Rules once again withdrew himself into the Zhongling Formation.
Although the strength of the Heavenly Wolf Demon Lord is much greater than that of the Wuju Sword Master.
But a swordsman of Wu Ju Sword Master's level chose this almost rogue and cowardly fighting style, and he was unable to seize the flaw and successfully strike, which gave him a headache.
It sounds long, but in fact it is just a brief battle of wits and courage, just a corner of the battlefield.
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boom!
At the other end of the long battle line, the sounds of bombings continued to sound.
On the wall of Dixin City, there was a cultivator wearing a black shirt with scarlet flames embroidered on the cuffs, standing with his eyes closed.
His cultivation was not high, but the human cultivators around him, whose cultivation was much higher than his, looked at this cultivator of magic with eyes full of disbelief and admiration.
Because, in the palm of Fa Xiu's hand, five colors of flames were colliding and merging violently.
The flames released scorching heat, burning and distorting the surrounding light.
A moment later, between Faxiu's palms, the five-colored flames merged into one and turned into a five-colored lotus, which was absolutely beautiful but also carried an extremely dangerous aura.
Violent waves emanated from it.
When the lotus took shape, the practitioner opened his eyes.
His black eyes looked extremely deep, but his face was unusually pale.
This is a sign of exhaustion.
But Faxiu didn't care about his physical condition.
He simply threw the five-colored lotus in his hand out indifferently, out of the light shield of the Zhongling formation, and into the densely packed demon army that gathered like locusts.
Boom! Boom!
It was like a grand fireworks display blooming among the demon army.
The five-colored lotus burst out with unimaginable terrifying power, sweeping across all directions.
Countless demon cultivators were blown to pieces by the flames, turned into flying ashes, rapidly collapsed downwards, and floated away.
The demon army in a large area was cleared out, revealing the original appearance of the sky.
Countless broken arms and limbs fell down, and extremely thick blood mist exploded.
The demon cultivators who were near the center of the five-colored lotus explosion looked at the magic cultivator with fear, uncertainty and hatred on their faces.
Mo Yan.
If sword cultivators are the strongest in encounters, then in the current situation of defending the city, magic cultivators are definitely the strongest.
Because magic cultivators are the ones who are best at group attacks.
They can vent their firepower unscrupulously under the protection of the large formation.
In order to prevent the demons from breaking the formation, human cultivators must leave the protection of the formation, fight their way out of the formation, interfere with the demons' attack, and avoid too many attacks falling on the formation at the same time, causing the formation to be unable to bear the weight and be destroyed in an instant.
However, unless all other cultivators are dead, this kind of thing will never happen to the cultivators of Dharma.
Because the role that Faxiu needs to play at this time is a human cannon, he just needs to cover his head and fire with all his strength.
Mo Yan, like a fish in water.
His unique skill of fusing different fires was unrivaled in power and destructive force, even Lu Qingshan was inferior to him, but it also had a fatal flaw - it started too slowly, was easily interrupted by interference, and was also easy for the enemy to sense it in advance and escape, causing the offensive to fail.
But in this situation, with the protection of the Zhongling Formation, no one can interrupt Mo Yan's fusion of the strange fire.
As for the failed offensive...
Please, there are so many demon cultivators outside the city that even the sunlight is blocked. It would be harder than climbing to heaven for Mo Yan’s attack to fail.
Therefore, relying on this skill of fusion of strange fire, Mo Yan quickly achieved extremely amazing results and won the respect of his companions whose cultivation was better than his.
puff!
But after releasing this strange fire lotus and achieving yet another amazing result, Mo Yan had no time to be happy. He felt a sweetness in his throat, and the injury that had been suppressed for so long finally turned into a mouthful of blood.
Even a real cannon cannot fire shells continuously, otherwise it will explode due to heat.
What about humans?
During these seven days, Mo Yan himself could not remember how many strange fire lotuses he had sent out. Be it his magic power, energy, or physical strength, he had already exhausted all of it.
If you look inside Mo Yan's body at this moment, you will find that the meridians in his body have already been twisted by the burns.
Even the flame of the strange fire creature cannot heal this kind of injury in a short period of time.
This is an internal injury.
This injury was caused by over-stimulating the strange fire. If it is delayed without treatment, it may damage the foundation.
Although Mo Yan knew that his condition was serious, he really had no time to heal these injuries.
Because the battle situation was too tense, the enemy did not give them any chance to breathe.
In other words, he had been fighting for seven full days.
High-intensity combat.
However, Mo Yan is not an exception.
Almost all of his companions were like this at the moment.
At this moment of life and death, no one can retreat.
As a human cultivator, there is no other choice but to face it bravely.
It’s just… it seems like no matter how hard I try, the unfavorable situation cannot be reversed, and there’s no hope at all?
Mo Yan raised his head and, just like Li Shiyi did, looked towards the bottomless demon army, looking towards the west.
When will the turning point come?
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It seems like a coincidence, but also seems to be inevitable.
At the edge of the battlefield, beyond Mo Yan's sight, a "fresh breeze" quietly entered the battlefield at this time.
This breeze crossed left and right in the battlefield densely populated by demon cultivators. It was extremely flexible and its direction was changing in many ways.
What remains unchanged is that it is always flying forward.
The airflow is invisible, so even if it passes by the side of the demon cultivators, they will not notice it at all.
Of course, there are areas that are too dense for air to pass through.
In this case, it rushed forward and broke through the devil's tide.
The demonic tide gradually dispersed, and the demon cultivators were shattered into pieces under the impact of the breeze, and their corpses fell out of thin air.
This is a very strange scene.
However, the battlefield was so huge that no high-level magic cultivator noticed the strange incident that happened accidentally in a corner of the battlefield.
The breeze is still moving forward.
It is like an inconspicuous boat in the raging demonic tide.
Even though the waves were strong, the boat never sank and kept moving forward.
After a long time, the breeze finally crossed the Demon Mountain and the Demon Sea, and came to the front of the Central Spiritual Array from the outermost area on the other side of the battlefield.
At this time, there happened to be a middle-level spiritual cultivator who broke out of the formation. With a desperate burst of power, he forcibly broke through the surrounding demon cultivators and returned to the middle-level spiritual formation with difficulty.
Unfortunately, in the brief moment before he was about to enter the Zhongling Formation, he was hit by a heavy hammer from the demon cultivator. His bones suddenly cracked and he was seriously injured.
But he's still pretty good.
Although he was seriously injured, at least he made it back.
You know, among the cultivators who took the initiative to break out of the Zhongling formation, only one in ten would come back alive.
After all, it’s bad enough that the demon cultivators can’t do anything to the human cultivators across the formation. But once the human cultivators voluntarily leave the formation, how could the demon army let them go back so easily?
No one noticed that the moment the cultivator returned to the Zhongling Formation, the invisible breeze followed him closely and entered the formation together.
This is not because the monk in charge of the formation was lax and let in things that shouldn't have been allowed in.
It was all because the breeze was invisible and breathless, invisible to the naked eye, and others could not detect its existence at all.
After entering the Zhongling Formation, the breeze did not stay but quickly went away, leaving no one knowing where it was going.
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Arrived at Xincheng, the city lord’s mansion.
Li Shiyi suddenly raised his head.
He felt a very familiar breath fluctuation approaching him rapidly.
"This is..." Li Shiyi clenched his fists.
Suddenly, the breath fluctuations disappeared again.
Just when Li Shiyi was feeling confused and uncertain, the next moment, a long sword suddenly appeared without any warning and hovered in front of Li Shiyi.
His eyes fell on the sword.
Immediately, the master of Haoran Peak, who had lived for three lifetimes and had a wide range of knowledge, became uncontrollably excited.
As one of the seven masters of the Sword Sect, this sword is too familiar to him.
He was originally uneasy, desperate and powerless, but because of the appearance of this sword, he suddenly felt much more at ease.
Because the sword in front of you is more than just a sword.
It’s still hope…and turnaround.
It is the sword of the Sword Sect's leader.
Taoist weapon, Fuyao!
Li Shiyi doesn’t know yet.
The sword is still the extraordinary Taoist sword, but the wielder of the sword is no longer the extraordinary old sect leader.
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