Devour

Cheng Bai felt the sword's sharpness and he hurriedly dodged using the Eight Immortals' Body Movement Technique, but was forced to retreat several thousand meters away.

This move is the ultimate sword-controlling move of Guixu Sword Technique. It is driven by the spirit, energy and vitality, and is vivid and superior to all martial arts. No matter how strong a fortress you are, I can cut it down with my sword. It is extremely sharp.

Mo Ruo laughed loudly and said, "Ten thousand years ago, my ancestor once traveled to the Qiongqi Continent and passed by a tiny country. The ruler of that country had cultivated the fifth level of the Seven Treasures Golden Body, and was self-righteous. He dared to speak rudely and angered my ancestor. In a blink of an eye, I used this move to chop off his head and brought it back to Shanhui City to serve wine."

Cheng Bai thought, "There are only a few masters in Qiongqi Continent who have mastered the Seven Treasures Golden Body. Could it be that Gu Canxing is what you are talking about?"

Seeing that Long Gui Dahe's fierce move was coming again, he didn't dare to risk blocking it with his spiritual shield. He retreated again and again, but was about to touch the wreckage of the Thunder God's Spear. He simply turned around and hid behind the Thunder God's Spear.

The two swords hit the Thunder God's Spear, and the sword energy rubbing against the metal made a teeth-grinding sound, but it failed to cut off the target, and did not even leave any obvious signs of damage.

Cheng Bai expected this: "The Thunder God Spear is a higher-level treasure, possibly a top-notch Horcrux. Its materials and restrictions are even better than those two swords. It is hard to be hurt by sword energy alone."

He hid his tracks and thought to himself: "Just now, I used half of the move of the knife to open the door of life and death and cut him. If I hadn't dodged this big pair of scissors, I'm afraid both of us would have suffered losses. It's not a good situation. The tyrant consumes a lot of mana and the time to use it is limited. I have to rely on other skills to decide the outcome as soon as possible."

After seeing Cheng Bai hiding in the wreckage of the Thunder God Spear, Mo Ruo suddenly felt an itch under his nostrils. He wiped it casually and found his hands were covered with blood. He was shocked and said, "Why am I bleeding from the nose? Have I eaten too much recently? This has never happened before."

He had already suffered internal injuries from the knife that opened the gate of life and death, but his immortal demon body was gradually recovering. He only had a little nosebleed, but he seemed not to feel it.

After waiting for a few moments, Cheng Bai seemed to stay behind the wreckage of the Thunder God's Spear and refused to come out.

Mo Ruo lost his patience, and he was about to strike with his sword, shouting, "You are a coward. You have the courage to challenge me head-on, but not the courage to fight me face to face. You are not a hero. Come out and die."

Cheng Bai's voice came from behind: "I'm here."

Mo Ruo turned around in horror, but the assassination attack with the knife that opened the gate of life and death had already worked. The vast knife energy was faster than sound and had long since penetrated the protective qi.

"Trick me..." Mo Ruo was unable to defend himself and before he could utter a word, the eight strange faces that looked like visions behind him collapsed. His body was shot down like a bird, falling from the clouds and smashing heavily to the ground, shattered like a vase falling from a tall building.

The Shadow Sword and the Right and Wrong Sword also fell into the dust. These two valuable spiritual weapons were ownerless, so Cheng Bai rushed over and took them away.

The two swords were made of excellent materials, but they were not perfect. Usually, magic weapons of lower quality would always have some defects, such as impure materials, incomplete runes, or defective crystal cores.

Cheng Bai made a brief investigation and found that the biggest flaw of these two swords was that they had no spirit guarding them.

The reason why spiritual weapons are called "spiritual" weapons is that the biggest difference between them and treasure weapons and magic weapons is that they have the conditions to give birth to weapon spirits and open up their spiritual intelligence. Those that don't have these conditions often don't have them for some reason, so they are naturally not of high quality. Li Tong can easily erase the original owner's restrictions and take them into his possession.

When Mo Ruo was resurrected and stood up again, and found the Frost Dragon King to reunite, Cheng Bai was nowhere to be seen on the sixth floor.

Cheng Bai's body had long since returned to normal. He freed up some space in his treasure bag and carried Smoker with him. He used stealth to avoid the swarm of insects and came to the seventh floor again, standing in front of the Attack City.

Li Tong said: "If the challenger can exchange some Yellow Turban soldiers or magic weapons on the lower level, and form a team here, he can form a fully equipped siege team. Now it depends on you."

Cheng Bai smiled happily and said, "It doesn't matter. Didn't we get four treasures in total this time?"

Li Tong said hurriedly: "The Blood Soul Ruyi has a spirit, which is slowly digested in my body, so it can't be used. The only things that can be used are the cage and the two swords."

Cheng Bai took out the Shadow Sword and the Right and Wrong Sword, and started flying in the air, feeling quite adept at it. Unfortunately, he didn't have the relevant sword-controlling method, so he used the Six Paths of Supremacy skill to drive them, raised his hand and threw them up, and the two swords emitted sword beams of more than 400 meters. Although they were far inferior to the Mo Ruo, they were also incredibly powerful, and they slashed towards the city gate.

The sword light collided with the gate, causing ripples on the surface of the city, but there was no damage at all. It was obvious that there was a magic circle protecting it, and the attack failed to break the shield.

Cheng Bai made a brief test, waved his hand to take back the sword, and said in surprise: "It's really amazing. No wonder the challenger was allowed to exchange weapons on the lower level. I'm afraid that even if he got a complete Thor's Spear, he might not be able to break through."

Li Tong said leisurely, "The cost of defense is usually higher than that of attack. When attacking, the power of magic weapons is concentrated on one point, but when defending, the whole body must be taken into consideration. How can the two be compared? The magic array in the city is a small Zhoutian array, which can be used for both attack and defense. Now there is no one controlling it, and it is completely autonomous, so it can't exert much power. As long as we find the weak point, it will not be difficult to break the defense with these two swords. I will calculate the loopholes in the magic array and attack in the direction I said."

Cheng Bai was pleasantly surprised: "So you are also a formation master."

Formation masters are an extremely rare profession in the Qiongqi Continent. It is almost impossible to find one. Even if one or two can be caught, they are untalented and useless.

Li Tong smiled and said, "I know many more categories, otherwise how can I be a heritage magic cube?"

Li Tong had figured out the situation after seeing Cheng Bai's sword attack. He quickly calculated the result and explained in detail: "The Small Zhoutian Formation uses the twelve earthly branches of Zi, Chou, Yin, Mao, Chen, Si, Wu, Wei, Shen, You, Xu and Hai as a large cycle. Every hour, it changes into a different pattern. There are 360 ​​days in a year on the Qiongqi Continent, which evolves into 4 patterns. In fact, each of these patterns is repeated times, which is the key to cracking. If someone is in control, the patterns that do not repeat are varied and difficult to crack. Unfortunately, no one is in control, and it just cycles autonomously. Isn't it very easy to crack?"

Cheng Bai asked: "Then what should I do?"

Li Tong said, "It is the end of the Si hour now. Listen to me. Count clockwise from 12 o'clock. At 270 degrees, 18 feet to the left of the center, stab the flying sword in. At 150 degrees, 33 feet to the right of the center, stab the flying sword in. If you pass through the gaps in the formation, you can break down the city gate."

Cheng Bai was overjoyed and immediately urged the two swords to shoot out, penetrating through the protection of the small Zhoutian formation and hitting the city gate. With a bang, the two huge doors slowly opened.

After taking back the sword, Cheng Bai noticed that the city gate was just opened, and there was not even a sword mark left at the place where it was hit. The material and defense power were no less than the two swords.

While he was observing, a hundred burly giants named Yellow Turban warriors marched out of the city, holding hundred-meter-long spears and sturdy giant shields. They formed two teams on the left and right and strode towards Cheng Bai. The city gates behind them slowly closed.

Halfway through the journey, the Yellow Turban warriors changed their formation and split into two rows, with the ones in front crouching and holding up huge shields, while those in the back stood with guns in hand and ready to take orders.

Cheng Bai was stunned and asked, "What does this mean? Are we going to fight?"

Li Tong said: "Yes, now it is a guerrilla war. One hundred Yellow Turban warriors, each of them is only slightly inferior to Mo Ruo in combat power, equivalent to a cultivator in the late Wuwei realm."

The Smoker weighed the difference in strength and finally couldn't help but say, "How can we fight this? The enemy outnumbers us. Should we just rush forward and let them stab us to death?"

Cheng Bai murmured and said, "I have a better Yellow Turban warrior." He took out a soldier bean and threw it out. It landed on the ground and turned into a golden-armored general holding a mountain-splitting spear.

Li Tong encouraged, "Don't worry, our Yellow Turban Warrior General is comparable to the late stage of the Wuzhu Realm. It's no problem for him to fight one against a hundred. Go ahead."

The Yellow Turban warriors in the front row on the opposite side stretched out their hundred-meter-long spears in the gaps between their shields like lightning. Any enemy in front of them would be pierced through immediately. The Yellow Turban warriors standing in the back row guarded the upper part with their spears, aiming directly at the head and throat. Together they formed an impregnable death fortress that would kill the invader on the spot.

Cheng Bai's spiritual consciousness ordered the Yellow Turban Warriors general to charge. The general puppet was fearless and strode towards the Yellow Turban Warriors formation.

As expected, rows of spears came straight at them, and the charging enemies were usually strung together like a candied haws stick.

The general took the lead, and his mountain-splitting spear swung like a poisonous dragon drill, and with a loud bang, it dug through the shield wall of two rows of Yellow Turban warriors. Four Yellow Turban warriors flew far away and fell to the ground with a thud.

After their formation was broken, the remaining Yellow Turban warriors realized they were no match for the enemy, and immediately changed their formation, forming a circle to surround the general, with 96 spears pointing inward to trap the general.

The general reacted quickly, breaking out of the encirclement with a savage leap, and sweeping through the enemy with his mountain-splitting spear, sending four more Yellow Turban warriors flying and falling.

The smoker was delighted when he saw this and shouted, "Well done."

However, the Yellow Turban warriors behind the general cooperated well with each other, chased forward with their spears and stabbed the general in the back.

The smoker screamed again: "Not good."

The general seemed to have eyes on his back. He quickly leaned down to avoid dozens of spears. He supported the ground with his left hand and pushed his body backward. He then swept the enemy's thighs with his right hand's mountain-splitting spear. Four more Yellow Turban warriors were swept away.

In this way, the general killed people in all directions among the enemy troops, like a tiger among a flock of sheep, and did what he wanted. In just thirty breaths, a hundred Yellow Turban soldiers were defeated and lay on the ground unable to get up.

Cheng Bai was very satisfied, thinking: "This Yellow Turban Warrior General is one or two levels stronger than the Ancient God Son, but he also spent so much time, and the troops he used to attack the city are not weak."

The Yellow Turban warrior who was lying on the ground staggered to his feet, retreated back to the city, and admitted defeat.

Just when they thought they had victory, they saw two new teams of Yellow Turban warriors striding out of the city gate, holding halberds, and also walked to the front of the formation, forming two rows to face the general.

Li Tong said truthfully: "The enemy has upgraded. There are 40 lieutenant-level Yellow Turban warriors, which is equivalent to the late stage of the Wu Nian realm. Each one is several times stronger than before. Although there are fewer people, they are actually much stronger."

The smoker's eyes twitched, and he whispered, "Can you beat him?"

Li Tong hesitated for a moment, quickly calculated the strength of both sides and the odds of winning or losing, and said, "With a 25.6% chance of winning, it's possible that we can win."

It will be a tough battle. Although there is a chance of winning, there is also a high chance of failure.

Cheng Bai said thoughtfully: "I can't just watch the show, I have to lend a hand. Otherwise, once the general falls, who can resist?"

As they were talking, the two sides had already started fighting.

The general strode forward, sweeping in all directions with his mountain-splitting spear.

The reaction of those 40 Yellow Turban warriors was completely different from the previous group. They joined forces with their halberds, held the mountain-splitting spears, and pushed together, knocking the general to the ground and causing him to somersault in the air.

Not only that, the war halberds formed a formation, their power increased greatly, either blocking or locking, entangled with the mountain-splitting spear, like a giant beast opening its huge mouth and biting towards the general.

Cheng Bai did not dare to delay. He snapped his fingers and fired 40 sniper vibration waves, which hit the weapons or bodies of the Yellow Turban warriors with a clanging sound. The secret technique was powerful, but it failed to cause any obvious damage. The golden armor puppet was indestructible, and it only caused some flaws in the perfect battle halberd formation.

For the general, a small flaw was enough. He seized the opportunity and stepped forward. His mountain-splitting spear rolled like a dragon and tore through the siege of halberds. The two Yellow Turban strongmen were knocked away on the spot and fell far away.

With the loss of two men, the power of the Yellow Turban warriors' battle formation was immediately weakened by half. The general took advantage of the victory and pursued them, breaking into the encirclement with his mountain-splitting spear like turning over rivers and seas.

Cheng Bai fired dozens of vibration wave projectiles again. Two Yellow Turban warriors stepped forward to block them, their halberds flying and clanging to intercept all the attacks.

The other 36 spears reorganized into a battle formation, surrounding the general in all directions and immediately trapped him in the crowd.

Cheng Bai reacted even faster. He opened the bow and shot with both hands. Thousands of vibration wave arrows poured down like rain. The angles were so tricky that they were able to refract through the air and attack the target from all directions from front, back, up, down, left and right. It was simply incredible.

The two Yellow Turban warriors who were responsible for intercepting the attack waved their halberds wildly, only blocking the vibration wave arrows attacking them, but unable to deal with the arrows attacking others. Suddenly, the halberd formation surrounding the general could not remain perfect.

The general rushed left and right like a wolf and a tiger, and with the sound of ping-pong, four Yellow Turban strongmen were knocked away, and the power of the battle formation was weakened a little bit.

But the remaining Yellow Turban warriors did not show signs of defeat. Instead, they formed a tighter formation and sent four more men to intercept the attacking bullets and arrows. The remaining 28 men swung their spears like dragons and phoenixes, and worked as one, spinning madly like wheels, trapping the general once again.

Cheng Bai increased his force and fired vibration wave arrows, with more arrows flying all over the sky, but they were all intercepted by the six Yellow Turban warriors, who were able to handle it with ease, blocking the arrows while striding towards Cheng Bai under the attacks.

The Smoker spewed out a flaming fireball, but before it could get close to the Yellow Turban Warrior, it was blown out by the sharp momentum of the violent halberd. Only then did he realize how powerful this golden armor puppet was.

Cheng Bai's face changed slightly, and he whispered to the smoker: "If they get within three hundred steps of me, you escape from the air, and I can hide and avoid them." He prepared for the worst in his heart.

The general seemed to have endless energy, but he was unable to break through the encirclement of 28 Yellow Turban warriors. He fought like a trapped beast, and could only maintain his undefeated position in the battle. The two sides fell into a stalemate.

Cheng Bai knew that he had to find an opportunity to gain the upper hand. Just as he was about to activate his two swords to protect himself, he heard Li Tong say, "You can't beat all six of them alone. Transform quickly."

Cheng Bai said helplessly: "This trick can't be used whenever you want. It's good enough if you can accumulate mana once or twice a day and squander it." He has been using Tyrant frequently in the past few days to deal with strong enemies, and he just abused Mo Ruo. His mana has not recovered at this time.