EBE #1056 - Sword Qi Long Dragon
#1056 - Sword Qi Long Dragon
Wang Nanxun, the President Marshal of the Righteous Alliance, burst into loud laughter upon hearing this, his laughter filled with confidence and domineering spirit.
“Friends from the Demon Clan, please rest assured, we have made ample preparations this time.
Last time, we were careless, which allowed him to escape by chance.
But this time, he won't be able to stir up any trouble in the Feather Dust Realm.
We have formulated a brand-new strategy to ensure that he dies without a burial ground.”
The five Nascent Soul stage cultivators present were the very culprits who had previously attempted to ambush Li Chengfeng.
Sanhu, Xia Yueke, Zhu Gai, and others.
At this moment, their auras were powerful, but their bodies trembled, clearly showing lingering fear from their previous failure.
The Demon Clan suffered even greater losses, with the strong individuals killed by Li Chengfeng forever remaining on that land.
A resolute expression appeared on the weathered face of Yu Gui, the President Leader of the Demon Clan.
He nodded slowly, his voice like a war drum from ancient times, rumbling in every inch of space.
“Good, now our army is assembled, poised and ready like a torrential storm, preparing for the first charge to test just how strong this dog thief really is.”
Having spoken, he waved his hand fiercely, as if wielding the giant whip of fate, and immediately tens of thousands of demons surged forward like a tide.
These demon warriors were merely the vanguard of this great battle, a mixed formation of captured rogue cultivators and demons, like fallen leaves caught in a storm, drifting and helpless.
At the forefront of this formation was Zhang Xiu, an outstanding rogue cultivator.
In his deep-set eyes, there flickered fear of the dark, chaotic land ahead, a trembling that originated from the depths of his soul.
Zhang Xiu looked towards the battlefield filled with strange aura, and the thought of retreating had already risen in his heart, but that feeling of retreat was deeply suppressed by the fear of death.
Once he deserted, the punishment awaiting him would be more cruel than death, leaving not even bones behind.
At the same time, the Righteous Alliance also waved their hand, as if responding to the Demon Clan's provocation.
A hundred thousand-strong formation composed of cannon fodder-level rogue cultivators stumbled out like a flock of sheep being driven.
These rogue cultivators were of varying levels, some still in the Qi Refining stage, and some barely reaching the second or third level.
They were ruthlessly caught up in this great battle, becoming the sacrifices at the very bottom.
Even these cannon fodders carried a momentum of advancing without turning back.
If they didn't go forward, a more cruel death awaited them, while going forward might offer a glimmer of hope.
At this moment, they were desperately trying to seize that ray of hope for survival.
Li Chengfeng, the unparalleled and eternally unique powerhouse, stood proudly atop the mountain peak.
Li Chengfeng's strength was extraordinary, like a deity overlooking the nine heavens.
Countless experts stood on both sides, surrounding him like stars surrounding the moon.
A huge shadow warship suddenly burst out from behind, like a giant beast awakening from the abyss, suspended in the sky, exuding a palpitating aura.
Millions of brave men and women were ready to go, like warriors waiting to go on an expedition, full of desire for victory.
And those beetles belonging to the Yi Clan swept over the sky and surged on the ground, and the baleful aura suddenly soared into the sky, as if to swallow the whole world.
All the rogue cultivators gathered here actually numbered in the millions, but they had been hiding in the dark, not all of them having been discovered.
Now, they were twisted into a rope, gathering into a force not to be underestimated.
Among these rogue cultivators, there were hundreds of great experts in the late stage of Deity Transformation alone.
They hid in this place, not wanting to be controlled by any force, just wanting to live their own carefree rogue cultivator life.
Of course, these great forces did not dare to easily provoke them, because once they provoked an old monster in the late stage of Deity Transformation.
If he escaped, he would be like a mad beast, recklessly beheading your disciples, making you exhausted and unable to cope.
And these old monsters were also domineering and rampant in the land of chaos, but now they were all obediently subdued by Li Chengfeng.
Today's Li Chengfeng is strong enough to fight two enemies alone, he seems to be the overlord of the world, unmatched by anyone.
Although this plan can be called perfect, it also fully demonstrates the strength and profound heritage of the Sky Scatter Alliance.
Li Chengfeng's eyes were like torches, scanning those cannon fodder-like cultivators, the corners of his mouth curling into a sneer.
“Do you think you can test our strength with these cultivators? It's just wishful thinking, courting death!”
As he spoke, Li Chengfeng pinched the formula and cast a spell, and as his fingers danced, mysterious runes appeared in the air, combining into a huge array.
Suddenly, millions of rogue cultivators, under the traction of the formation, seemed to become one.
It was a magic formation composed of 390,000 flying swords, these flying swords were like Li Chengfeng's thirty-nine sharp swords, exuding thirty-nine kinds of terrifying sword intent.
These sword intents intertwined and reflected each other, forming a force strong enough to shake the heavens and the earth.
The Sky Scatter People's Land of Chaos suddenly burst out with a shocking sword energy, this sword energy was like a dragon going out to sea, soaring straight into the sky.
They only need to cooperate with each other and fight together to be invincible.
At this moment, their eyes became bright and full of firm belief in victory.
Li Chengfeng roared loudly, his voice like a thunderclap, echoing in the heavens and the earth.
“Now the Demon Clan and the Righteous Alliance, these two evil forces, want to destroy our Sky Scatter Alliance.
We should have been a three-legged situation, sharing wealth and glory, and sharing cultivation resources.
But they just can't stand us and want to get rid of us quickly.
In that case, we will let them be completely destroyed and never have a chance to turn over!”
Buzz buzz buzz! As Li Chengfeng's words fell, he waved his hand fiercely, and with a loud bang, countless sword energies strangled away like a storm.
Thirty-nine sword energies densely floated into the air, and all the power in the sky gathered together.
This is the sword energy formed by the power of millions of cultivators! How terrifying, how amazing!
Moreover, among them, there are hundreds of great experts in the late stage of Deity Transformation as the hub of each formation's sword path.
They are like chess pieces on a chessboard, accurately controlling the direction of each sword energy.
Suddenly, swoosh swoosh swoosh! Thirty-nine sword energies broke out of the air like thirty-nine long dragons.
This group of long dragons is about a thousand feet long, they roar up to the sky and their momentum is like a rainbow.
Like thirty-nine supreme giant beasts, they crushed towards those cannon fodders with the aura of terror and slaughter.
These cannon fodder-level rogue cultivators, like fallen leaves in the wind, although carrying a momentum of advancing without turning back, it is also difficult to hide the uneasiness and anxiety in their hearts.
Although they are supported by two major forces behind them, they are calculating in their hearts that as long as they open a gap, they can compete for a trace of profit in this muddy water.
They are unwilling to become useless cannon fodder in vain.
However, ideals are always plump, but reality is like a bony blade, ruthlessly cutting their fantasies.
When those sword energy dragons suddenly erupted like heavenly punishment, their thousand-foot bodies carried sword energy beyond the understanding of mortals.
When the destructive power came, the faces of the cannon fodders instantly turned pale.
They hurriedly displayed what they had learned, hastily forming a battle formation, attempting to resist this terrifying sword energy with the advantage of numbers.