Supreme Emperor of Swords - Chapter 522

[Chapter 522 Bloody Battle of Zongmen]

“Kill!”

“Defend the sect!”

“Want to pass here, unless it’s stepping over our corpses!”

Wenjian Mountain Range, on a mountain road platform less than six kilometers away from the first step area of Wenjian Sect, the sound of killing was loud, the power of profound energy and inscriptions surged frantically, the bones were like mountains, the blood flowed into rivers, and the stumps were broken. Qi Fei, screaming and screaming.

A life-and-death battle is going on.

Figures flicker.

Hundreds of disciples of the Sword Sect dressed in white and gold swordsmen’s uniforms, holding long swords and wearing soft armor, shouted to fight to the death. Although they were wounded all over, even though they were almost exhausted, they stood firm in the battle. In the law, refuse to take a step back.

Opposite is a force composed of dozens of sect forces in Selangor, the number of which is dozens of times that of the disciples of the Sword Sect.

The battle broke out at midnight last night, and it has lasted for more than six hours now.

This is the first level to enter the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong, which is called [Jianmen]. It is three or four kilometers away from the Sword Washing Pond at the foot of the mountain, and it is the first floor of the mountain protection formation.

Wen Jianzong has accumulated thousands of years of accumulation and has been operating well. A large number of killing formations have been arranged here, which are easy to defend and difficult to attack. The flame shield will guard the disciples of Wen Jianzong. At such a critical moment, there are more than two hundred Among the many sect’s inner disciples, the master guards the gate, and the master who sits here is the black-bellied man Wang Juefeng.

In six hours, the enemy came like a tide.

The opponent has a master who opened a small gap in the inscription formation and entered the formation.

In a tragic fight, Wen Jianzong lost seventy or eighty of the most outstanding elite disciples.

Even a congenital expert like Wang Juefeng had scars all over his body.

In fact, after a hard battle, if Wang Juefeng hadn’t single-handedly held back most of the opponent’s masters, I’m afraid this hurdle would have been broken long ago.

Although Wen Jianzong also dispatched masters continuously, there were more enemies that kept coming.

This level becomes a grinding wheel of life.

In the six hours, in addition to the disciples of Wen Jianzong who died in battle, at least thousands of other people died here.

The blood flowed down the mountain road, the blood plasma spread on the ground, dyed the rocks and white snow, stumps and broken arms were everywhere, the warriors who just died had a grim expression, and some of them had been seriously injured and died, but they still wailed and convulsed, as if they were injured. The beast struggles…

This place has simply become an Asura purgatory.

Fortunately, the masters of both sides did not participate in the war.

This is an early trial stage. It is obvious that the forces behind Qingping Academy and others want to use the crowd tactics to constantly consume the living force of the Sword Sect, quietly waiting for the final blow.

In the legend, the masters of the super sects from other major states in the northern region also did not show up.

This seems to give Wen Jianzong a glimmer of hope.

“kill!”

Wang Juefeng slashed out with one sword.

The sword glow skyrocketed, cutting the three enemies of the Innate Martial Sect realm around him into two sections.

In the past six hours or so, he didn’t know how many times he had swung the sword. At this time, his arms were swollen and numb, the profound energy in his body was about to be exhausted, and the meridian passages were in severe pain, but he was full of people coming from everywhere. The enemy had to grit his teeth and persevere.

How long will this fight last?

What will be the fate of Jianzong?

He didn’t think about it.

No time to think.

Wang Juefeng held a certain point in his heart, as long as he killed one more enemy, the haze shrouded in the sect would be reduced by one point.

He was already covered in blood.

It has its own and its enemies.

Boom boom boom!

A loud explosion.

The inscription formation not far away is shattering and failing.

The mask that originally flickered to prevent more enemies from invading here is also disintegrating little by little, not just a few gaps, but the whole shattered, the foundation of the inscriptions arranged in the ground and in the rocks are destroyed, the formation here is to lose its effect.

“It is necessary to retreat. Without the blessing and obstruction of the inscription formation, a large number of enemies can appear here at the same time without hindrance. The huge advantage in numbers will wipe out the entire army of the disciples who stick to it!”

Just this retreat, [Jianmen] is completely lost.

From this to the mountain gate of Wen Jianzong, there are less than six passes left, and if one is lost, there is one less.

hum!

A long bell sounded far away from the mountain gate.

That was the sect’s retreat signal.

“retreat!”

Wang Juefeng no longer hesitated.

He shouted loudly and swung his long sword, signaling the sect disciples to retreat immediately, while he stayed behind.

The scientific method of cultivating disciples that Wen Jianzong has always insisted on has achieved results at this moment. More than one hundred disciples who were covered in injuries, although the failure appeared, they still started to retreat in an orderly manner, and they did not seem to change in the slightest. , walk slowly, and never give the enemy a chance to take the opportunity to cover up.

shhhhhhhh!

The sword light is like electricity.

Wang Juefeng stirred the last profound energy in his body and blocked dozens of enemy formation masters.

at this time–

“Hahaha, Wang Juefeng, [Poison Young Master] of the Sword Sect, is indeed well-deserved of his reputation. He is so brave even when he has run out of fuel! I will meet you for a while!”

A loud laugh came.

A dozen dark streamers suddenly appeared, with a stench, blasting towards Wang Juefeng.

It is the hidden weapon of the Star Meteor Sect.

This is a master.

Wang Juefeng’s heart froze, his sword stance became more urgent, and there were several red glows flying.

However, after a long period of intense fighting, his body was overloaded, and his reaction speed was greatly reduced. On weekdays, he underestimated the hidden weapons that could be knocked into the air, but he couldn’t completely block them. His chest and arms were numb, followed by severe pain, apparently hit by the dark light.

A ghost-like figure, as fast as lightning, appeared from a distance, emerged more and more, and quickly approached Wang Juefeng.

Countless hidden weapon storms erupted from his figure like a gust of wind and rain, pouring down on Wang Juefeng.

Wang Juefeng used his sword to resist.

“Hahaha, I heard that there are eight passes in the Mountain Gate of Asking Sword Sect, and they claim to be impregnable, but now it seems that it is nothing more than that, let you pass a hundred masters in each pass, and lose one or two strong ones, one point one. Wipe away your strength, and after the eight gates are conquered, the entire Asking Sword Sect will go up and down, I am afraid that there will only be two old guys left, Li Jianyi and Qi Qingshan!”

A mocking voice came.

This ghostly figure came to Wang Juefeng, with a metal glove with a barbed iron thorn, and punched it out.

“Pfft…” Wang Juefeng blocked it with a long sword, and was so shocked that blood spurted out of his mouth and flew out.

He was already on the verge of exhaustion, and he was hit with a hidden weapon. Toxins erupted in the body, and the body began to gradually become unruly. This sword was not completely sealed.

“Haha, if I can kill [Poison Young Master], my fame will definitely skyrocket!” The ghostly figure stopped, revealing a red face full of pits and pits like the surface of a football star.

This is a star assassination master.

A pair of scarlet eyes flashed with excitement, he was dressed in black armor, and he was wearing a pair of steel fists. He was staring at Wang Juefeng like a jackal staring at its prey. [Puppet Toxin], do you feel that your right hand is gradually not obeying?”

“Hehe, the Starfall Sect is really a group of rats, like your [Devil Killing Fist] Tian Kan, I can kill with one hand!” Wang Juefeng recognized the sneak attack, which was an assassination from the Starfall Sect The master, the strength of the half-step Wuwang realm, is insidious. In the battle of Tianrengu, he sneaked up on Ma Yifei, causing the latter’s life and death.

This is really an enemy meeting, and I am very jealous.

Wang Juefeng sneered and handed the long sword to his left hand.

“Really? Battle of trapped beasts, struggling to the death, then try it, haha…” Tian Kan laughed wildly.

The battle begins in an instant.

Wang Juefeng is indeed a martial arts genius, otherwise it would not have been possible for him to be accepted as a disciple by the old monster Abandoned Green Shirt among so many disciples of the Sword Sect. Unfortunately, after a hard night of fighting, he was indeed at the point of the oil. When the lamp was exhausted, the profound energy in the body was depleted and the body was extremely exhausted. The place where the hidden weapon was hit [Puppet Toxin] started to attack.

After this kind of venom spreads in the human body, it will make people’s limbs stiff and their reactions become slow, like a puppet that has lost its lead, and gradually loses the ability to respond and fight back.

“Hahaha, it’s too slow, too slow… [Young Master Poisonous] Your reaction is really too slow!”

[Devil Killing Fist] Tian Kan laughed.

His pair of highly poisonous fists were as fast as lightning, bombarded continuously and made whistling whistles. Wang Juefeng could only use his long sword to block, barely blocking it, but it gradually became difficult to keep up with the speed of his opponent’s punches. The strength in the body was exhausted, and the earthquake was repeatedly pushed back, and the blood gushed out of the wound like a spring.

This feeling of humiliating the strong is really cool to the limit.

Wang Juefeng was expressionless, doing his last resistance.

There are fewer and fewer companions around, and the intruders are like a tide.

“Haha, you are known as [Poison Young Master], but today you are destined to die under my poisonous poison. This is also considered a destiny!” Tian Kan became more and more complacent, and kept stimulating his opponent. Fragmented hidden weapons were shot out very covertly, and it was unknown how many hidden weapons were hidden on his body.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Juefeng was hit by several hidden weapons.

His condition is getting worse.

[Jianmen] has completely fallen.

Most of the disciples of Wen Jianzong have withdrawn, and the warriors from other major forces in Selangor flocked to the surrounding terrain like a tide, and Wang Juefeng was trapped in it. With his current state, it is impossible to rush out.

“Uncle Wang, don’t fight, let’s go!”

“Can’t retreat, Uncle Wang is still behind and hasn’t come out!”

“Ask the disciples of Jianzong, there are no cowards, brothers, let’s go back, if we can’t save Master Wang, we will die with him and be loyal to the sect!”

The disciples of the Sword Sect of You Wen raised their arms and shouted loudly in the distance.

Seeing that Wang Juefeng was under heavy siege, some of the disciples had already left the battlefield, but upon seeing this, they came back again.

They want to take him back.

In the battle last night, Wang Juefeng, as the gatekeeper of the Sword Sect, took the lead and charged into the battle. I don’t know how many enemies he killed, and he also saved the lives of countless disciples of this sect. The disciple he rescued, seeing that Wang Juefeng was in danger, rushed back like a madman.

“Don’t come back, let me withdraw!”

Seeing this, Wang Juefeng shouted in shock and anger.

These disciples have already been exhausted physically and mentally, and the inscription formation of the sword gate has been completely damaged, and it is no longer difficult to stop the enemy.

“Jie Jie, what a touching scene!”

[Magic Killing Fist] Hahaha.

There was a sinister sneer on his face.

Under the brilliance of the steel fists, the dark black fist prints fell like a hurricane, whistling and whistling, and Tian Kan shouted to the people around him at the same time: “Don’t interfere, I want to kill [Poison Young Master] with my own hands. , Let people set up a formation at the far end, let go of a gap, and let those idiots who are looking for a dead end ask the disciples of Jianzong to come in, haha, it happened that they all wrapped dumplings, not a single one!”

Wang Juefeng’s expression changed.

Tian Kan wanted to use himself as a bait to hunt down those sect disciples.

It looks like it can’t be delayed.

As soon as the thought fell, Wang Juefeng shouted.

The sword glow of the long sword in his hand skyrocketed, silver light burst out, and a tyrannical force erupted. The moment when Tian Kan was forced to retreat, Wang Juefeng raised his hand and swallowed a green elixir. The medicinal power was like a warm current. The body melted away in an instant, and at this moment, profound energy surged, the flames soared, and he regained his peak combat power.

“How is that possible?” Tian Kan’s face changed, and he instinctively felt something was wrong.

“Death!” But Wang Juefeng would not give him another chance. The sword light of the long sword in his hand soared and burst into the most dazzling brilliance in an instant. Even the dawn sky was cut into a gap by the sword light. Wherever he passed, there was nothing. Do not break.

[Devil Killing Fist] Tian Kan’s head rose into the sky, blood gushing like a spring.

There was an unbelievable expression on his face.

There is no such thing as an elixir that restores strength in an instant, but it is too precious. According to rumors, only pharmacists above the sixth rank can refine this kind of elixir. Taking Xuezhou as an example, perhaps Qingping College and There are such treasures in the hands of these giants, the head of the Sword Sect, but they should never appear in the hands of people like Wang Juefeng.

Why is this happening?

How did he know that he was plotting against Wang Juefeng, and the black-bellied man was not plotting against him.

Originally, Wang Juefeng wanted to lure more powerhouses like Tian Kan to come over, and then take this [Tianxin Profound Pill] donated by Ding Hao, and kill it instantly. Dangerous, he insisted on death, and used Wang Juefeng as a bait to lure other ordinary disciples of the Sword Sect to his death.

In order to avoid asking Sword Sect disciple innocent Song Ming, Wang Juefeng had no choice but to activate it in advance.

“retreat!”

With a successful move, Wang Juefeng’s figure flashed and retreated to the rear.

The sword light is colorful, like a silver snake dancing wildly.

Wang Juefeng, who has regained his strength, stands out from the crowd, and there is no enemy under him. Where the sword light flashes, there is a gap of flesh and bones among the surrounding intruders. Wherever he passes, the opponent warrior looks like a farmer’s sickle. The wheat generally fell to the ground.

After a few ups and downs, he came to the disciples of the Sword Sect and shouted, “Fast back, don’t make unnecessary sacrifices!”

When everyone saw him suddenly burst out with great power, they were overjoyed, no longer recoiled, and slowly retreated.

Wang Juefeng’s face was solemn, and he was still the last one to break up for the other disciples.

Seeing that they were about to evacuate smoothly, at this moment, the situation suddenly changed——