A swarm of heavy artillery bombarded the cultivators

"No, that's impossible!"

The old woman felt severe pain in her head and her eyes widened.

She was unwilling and unable to accept it. It seemed that she had a more powerful trump card that she had not yet used.

But in the end, all his thoughts fell silent and his body fell softly.

Phew!

The light blue sword energy shuttled and jumped among the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall.

Spells are useless to block, magical weapons are useless to block, they don't even need to penetrate, they can bypass the magical weapon at a slight angle, pierce through the shield, and kill with extremely low consumption.

"No!"

"This is the foundation-building monk!"

Within a few breaths, seventeen or eight Blood Slaughter Hall disciples died in battle, with holes in their foreheads, and there was no sign of slowing down the death rate. Whenever the sword energy comes, they will inevitably die, and it has nothing to do with their level of cultivation.

"escape!"

The disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall quickly collapsed and fled in all directions. The old woman died, and no one could control their restraint anymore. Their fighting spirit collapsed to the point where they were far inferior to the disciples of the Seven Feather Sect.

In the end, they all died from the encirclement and killing by the Seven Feather Sect disciples, and no one could successfully escape.

Everyone watched in awe as the nearly transparent sword energy dissipated.

"Uncle, young master! Can my disciple serve beside you, in front of you and behind the horse?"

Li Sanyuan asked loudly with burning eyes.

The eyes of the others also lit up, looking expectantly at the direction where the sword energy dissipated.

"Senior Li Mingda's son..."

Jiang Ding did not ignore his words and pondered for a moment: "I have no time, so continue to move forward to join the sect disciples. I want 90% of the spoils of these demon thieves, no more, no less."

This ratio is appropriate.

Because he has the ability to destroy groups, he doesn't need support.

"Yes, little uncle!"

Li Sanyuan was disappointed and said respectfully.

The invisible escaping light made a big circle and continued to move towards the mark of the Seven Feathers Sect.

As they entered the ten-kilometer radius of the mark, they encountered more and more battles. Disciples from the Seven Feathers Sect and disciples from the Blood Slaughter Hall were fighting everywhere.

The former was restrained, and the latter was no less willing to give in. The blood of both sides was constantly spilled.

Jiang Ding only took action occasionally to prevent his movement trajectory from being predicted, and he moved towards the center of the battlefield at the highest speed while hiding.

boom!

Boom boom!

In the central battlefield, auras of various spells exploded and rolled, flesh and blood flew everywhere, zombies turned into stinky pieces of meat, and the ghosts and ghosts' innocent souls dissolved in the screams.

There are at least 2,000 Seven Feather Sect disciples and 1,500 Blood Slaughter Hall disciples gathered in this place!

The two sides opened a distance of tens of meters, released zombies, spiritual beasts and puppets, and fought to the death in the form of small teams and large legions.

Jiang Ding briefly observed the battlefield.

Here, the disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect were finally unified in an orderly manner.

The fire veins are together, the wood veins are together, and the earth veins are together. There is no interference in the spells cast by each other. From time to time, pieces of fire birds, earth spears, golden knives, etc. appear to shoot at the disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall. Similar spells There can also be slight increases in between.

There is still no blessing from the monks' basic military formation, they just gather together to cast spells, which is far inferior to their opponents.

In addition, there are also opponents that have not been seen in this direction before in the Blood Slaughter Hall.

Some disciples in black robes with fierce ghosts surrounding the palace appeared on the battlefield, holding long black flags about ten feet high, and summoned as few as three or five to as many as ten ghosts with a wave of their hands. There were gusts of wind and ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Other disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall with blood-colored palaces on their robes have a different style, with blood-colored swords flying in the air and in groups, cutting off any spells blocking them.

Many Seven Feather Sect disciples were sliced ​​into countless thin slices by the bloody sword light before they could react.

Baigui Peak!

Blood Peak!

In addition to the disciples of Poison Peak who met in this direction before, the three elder families of the Blood Slaughter Hall all sent their children and vassal families to come, each with more than 500 people, and their evil aura was shocking.

"Their inheritance is more advanced and more suitable for war..."

Jiang Ding thought, flying in the sky over the battlefield, turning a blind eye to the blood around him.

In the soul, the magnetic field dotted lines are distributed within a kilometer range, and people and spells are touching it every moment, bringing him detailed information.

Search little by little, search little by little.

"found it!"

Jiang Ding's eyes flashed and he rushed in the direction of a boy.

…

"Big brother! I can't stand it!"

"I really can't stand it!"

Wu Makong cried bitterly, and there was a blood mark on his chest. His flesh and blood were withered. With his seventh level of Qi training, there was nothing he could do on the battlefield.

"A large number of our water vein master brothers died when we met, and the bloody knives fell down in large numbers. It was really unstoppable!"

"I barely managed to escape!"

"How can it be so sharp?"

Li Qingyun also felt a little cold in his heart.

Looking around, more than two thousand disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect gathered on a hillside, setting up defenses one by one based on formations. There were more people than the opponent, so they could compete no matter what.

but,

The black-haired zombies roared in a mass, jumped several feet high with one step, and were not afraid of death. They were attacked by a mass of spells, and they didn't care when they were beaten into pieces of flesh and blood, and continued to kill.

From time to time, there are ghosts and ghosts that shuttle back and forth inside the zombies, laughing strangely and casting all kinds of weird and vicious spells.

Many disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect will be covered in bruises, collapse and die if they don't check one of them.

That’s all.

What is even more terrifying is the zombies, in the center guarded by the disciples of Baigui and Duzheng.

The disciple of Huaxue Peak was wearing a black robe, and without even deploying his body shield, all the mana in his body poured into a blood sword weapon.

Whoosh!

The sword lights are so terrifying and terrifying that they form a sword formation. If a monk of the same level is not careful, he will be cut into two pieces. The essence and blood will be sucked out, but the power of the sword lights will be increased by a few points.

The three disciples of the Blood Slaughter Hall cooperate so closely!

The poisonous zombies resisted head-on, the hundreds of ghosts interfered and fired hidden arrows, and the disciples of the Seven Feathers Sect endured a lot of interference. They also had to face a mouthful of bloody knives. They were unable to stop them. They were coming every moment. A large number of disciples died.

In just a few dozen breaths, the number of casualties has reached hundreds, and there is a faint tendency of collapse.

"Seven senior brothers!"

Li Qingyun looked at the seven true heirs of the sect.

Although he is the de facto senior disciple of the sect with his peak qi cultivation and Tianlinggen, he is willing to give some respect to these much older disciples.

"Uncle Junior will be here soon, please hold on a little longer."

‘Why don’t you come? Tianlinggen monks will be much stronger than those of the same level. ’

The seven true disciples were dissatisfied, but they did not dare to express themselves. They had no choice but to wave their sleeves and lead their capable junior disciples to fly to the battlefield to block the gap that was about to collapse.

The battle line is still shaky though.

From time to time, people died, their essence and blood were swallowed by the blood knife, their souls were collected by hundreds of ghosts, and their bodies were put into storage bags. Nothing was wasted.

But still managed to hold on to a stalemate.

"Elder brother, something is strange this time. There shouldn't be so many people coming to the Blood Slaughter Hall. In previous years, there were only five or six hundred people at most, and it was just a single peak."

"I even suspect that the Three Blood Slayers are here!"

"Too abnormal!"

Wu Makong conveyed a message in a vague voice: "There may be something in the sect... You also know the temper of my uncle, the young master, and he will never be willing to take risks easily. In such a targeted situation, he may not..."

"You still need to plan early."

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Li Qingyun's face remained unchanged, and Chuanyin scolded him sternly.

"Three Blood-Slaying Sons, Poisonous Zombie appears!"

In the distance, someone exclaimed that the front line was visibly collapsing and festering, and large groups of zombies were pouring in from the breach.