Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

That’s right, this move was none other than the Lingxi Flash, a magical skill. After entering the Jindan stage, he could use the Lingxi Flash twice within 10 days.

On the battlefield where life and death depend on each other, the situation is unpredictable.

That flashing talisman seemed to be Wang Qiye's normal means of escape, but in fact it was just a sleight of hand to confuse Zang Ding and others.

Just when the teleportation energy was about to explode and teleport him, Wang Qiye secretly used his magical powers.

There was a flash of light around him, and he disappeared in an instant like a ghost, and the next moment he appeared beside the four third-level monks.

This sudden appearance caught the four infantry commanders off guard.

Wang Qiye easily defeated them with his powerful magical powers and agility. His movements were smooth and without any delay, and the battle was over before the enemy could react.

The Lingxi Flash he displayed showed astonishing power.

Now, this flash of spiritual water is enough to support him to travel five miles in an instant, so that wherever he can see is where he appears.

As their master fell, the four magic weapons that were chasing Wang Qiye no longer had any magic power to support them. They swayed twice and fell to the ground as if they were drunk. The sound of the heavy magic weapons falling to the ground was like the death knell, and it was particularly clear in this silent battlefield.

Without such a huge force of help, everyone felt a sinking feeling in their hearts. Now they would no longer be able to do anything to this Black Crow Demon.

The feeling of despair spread rapidly like a plague, and everyone's heart was shrouded in a thick haze.

but.

They have no way out!

kill!

Zang Ding shouted this slogan helplessly and tragically.

His voice was hoarse and shrill, filled with endless grief, indignation and determination.

Kill the demon!

The remaining 2000-odd second-level armored soldiers shouted in unison.

The sound resounded through the sky, as if it was going to break through the endless darkness.

Their eyes were filled with cold murderous intent, and they had completely given up hope of living.

In those eyes, there was only hatred for the enemy and the determination to die.

"As expected of an elite division!"

Wang Qiye admired in his heart. He couldn't help but feel a little admiration in his heart. Even though they were enemies, this courage to not fear death was also worthy of praise.

Under normal circumstances, this number of people would be more than enough to surround and kill an ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator.

But under the second level of sword intent, no matter how strong the murderous intent accumulated in their army was, without the restraint of high-end combat power, these second-level armored soldiers melted away like ice and snow hitting the scorching sun.

Their attacks seemed so powerless in front of Wang Qiye’s powerful strength!

Zang Ding and the infantry commander joined forces to attack from both sides. They placed all their hopes on this attack.

That was their final struggle, a desperate fight between life and death, like two ferocious beasts trapped in a desperate situation, launching the most ferocious attack regardless of the consequences.

This time Wang Qiye did not hide, but used the third-level defensive magic weapon to resist the attacks of these second-level warriors and tried his best to accumulate energy.

His expression was solemn and focused, his muscles tensed, as if he was preparing for a devastating explosion. He clenched his teeth, veins popped out on his forehead, and his eyes were wide open, revealing a resolute light.

Black light quickly appeared on his hands, and that black light was like a ghostly flame from hell, quickly spreading across his arms. His fists were filled with strength, as if containing endless power.

"One Rider Breaks the Formation"

"Death Charge"

"Iron Bamboo Fists"

"boom--"

The three of them collided with each other, and a wave of air erupted in the center.

The surging wind was like a raging storm, sweeping everything around in an instant. The force was centered on the point where the three people collided, and spread wildly in all directions, causing flying sand and rocks and dust wherever it went.

The ground trembled violently under this powerful impact, and deep cracks appeared, as if the earth was groaning in pain.

There was a deafening roar in the air, like thunder exploding in the sky, or a landslide. A strong light burst out at the moment of collision, so bright that people couldn't open their eyes. The light was more dazzling than the scorching sun, making people feel as if they were in a sea of ​​light.

Zang Ding and the infantry commander were quickly blown away by the explosive energy, and Zang Ding rolled in the air like a fallen leaf caught in a strong wind.

His body flew a long distance uncontrollably and rolled on the ground several times before stopping.

The armor on his body was shattered like paper in the face of this powerful force, scattered all over the ground, and the spear that depended on his life was also thrown away somewhere and disappeared in the chaos.

He wanted to stand up, supporting himself with his hands and exerting trembling strength. He tried twice but failed both times.

His body seemed to have been drained of all strength. Every attempt to get up seemed so difficult, as if an invisible mountain was pressing down on him.

The infantry commander rolled out of the explosion like a cannonball and fell heavily to the ground.

His body scraped a distance on the ground, raising a cloud of dust. After landing, he lay there motionless for a long time, and no one knew whether he was dead or alive.

He was like a withered leaf, losing his vitality in an instant on this cruel battlefield, looking extremely desolate.

The remaining thousand soldiers looked nervously at the center of the exploding air mass.

Their heartbeats quickened rapidly, like dense drumbeats, and their breathing became rapid, as if they were waiting for the verdict of fate. Everyone's eyes were filled with tension and fear, but also with a hint of firmness and determination.

At some point, the pale moonlight in the sky turned blood red, illuminating the battlefield.

A gust of wind blew by, revealing a naked, short-haired young man, his sturdy body covered with bloodstains. Under the reflection of the bloody moonlight, the bloodstains looked even more shocking, like a tragic picture.

Wang Qiye was not feeling well at the moment either. The simple attacks of the two commanders were so powerful beyond imagination that his clothes were torn to pieces by the violent energy in an instant and turned into fragments that floated in the air.

The surging energy hit his body, and each blow was like a heavy hammer, leaving a deep blood mark.

His body was trembling slightly, and every wound felt excruciatingly painful, as if countless sharp blades were cutting his skin.

Being at the center of the explosion, he suffered the most damage. At this moment, even his two defensive magic weapons lost their effectiveness under this terrifying force. Their light dimmed and they shattered into several pieces.

Originally, he didn't need to take this blow head-on, but looking at their determined eyes, only by taking this blow head-on could he let them die without regrets.

He has respect for his enemies in his heart, but also has his own persistence.

But this.

It also caused his spiritual power to drop to the bottom in an instant.

Thousands of soldiers looked at the bloody man's still heaving chest, guessing that he still had a breath left, and rushed up like a tide.

"kill!"

"Do justice for heaven!"

Wang Qiye used the little spiritual power left in his body to repair his injuries. Dahei also bit his neck, sending a cool energy that flowed through his limbs and repaired his broken blood vessels and muscles.

He stretched out his hand and the two swords stuck in the ground fell into his hands. Two cold sword lights shone brightly under the blood moon. The two soldiers covered their necks and slowly fell down.

However, he also spat out a mouthful of blood, which actually aggravated the wound and made him grimace in pain.

However, the remaining soldiers didn't care about that, the tide was coming. There was only madness and murderous intent in their eyes, as if they had lost their minds.

Wang Qiye could only move with the smallest amplitude to avoid involving the wounds all over his body, and his body was inevitably attacked.

The soldier cut him with a knife, then fell down holding his chest unwillingly. His eyes were full of unwillingness, but his life had already slipped away quietly.

When the other soldiers saw that this demon was injured for the first time, they were all like chickens with their blood pumped up. They surrounded him and killed him, just to stab him once and die without regrets.

They pounced on Wang Qiye like crazy beasts, regardless of everything.

Dahei was unwilling to watch any longer, and every 10 seconds, a soldier was knocked down by its sneak attack. Its figure shuttled through the crowd like a ghost in the dark night.

The scene was extremely tragic. Wang Qiye's injuries were not serious. He just ran out of spiritual power and there was no time for treatment.

Every time he killed a soldier, he would tear open the wound he had just inflicted, and blood would flow out, staining the ground beneath his feet red.

His body was like a candle in the wind, shaky and on the verge of collapse. It was indeed a critical moment.

On the battlefield, a blood moon hung high in the sky, casting a strange red light and shrouding everything in blood.

Wang Qiye's figure looked even more lonely and tragic under the blood. His breathing became heavier, and every movement was accompanied by piercing pain, but his eyes were still sharp, and the knife in his hand did not hesitate for a moment.

Those soldiers came like a tide, one wave after another. Wang Qiye fought hard, trying to defeat the enemy with one move of the two swords in his hands, causing blood to splatter.

However, every kill made his injuries more serious, and the new and old injuries intertwined, as if dragging him into an endless abyss.

I don’t know how long I fought, it seemed as if time had lost its meaning.

The demon waited for a long time but saw no one coming to attack him, and the surroundings finally fell into a temporary silence.

Wang Qiye was breathing heavily. Under the reflection of the blood moon, his face was full of fatigue, and a mixture of sweat and blood flowed down. But his eyes were still firm and unyielding, a will that would never yield.

Finally, he realized that everyone was dead, then he slowly took out a Hunling Pill from his arms, put it in his mouth, and sat down cross-legged.

The light of the blood moon shone on him, outlining a tragic yet resolute picture.

He closed his eyes and tried to regulate his breathing, attempting to recover some spiritual energy with the help of the power of the elixir.

The night was terrifyingly quiet, as if the entire world was shrouded in a thick layer of black and red. In the darkness, countless pairs of eyes stared blankly at the naked demon.

He sat on a mountain of corpses, a scene that looked like hell. The blood moon cast a dark red light, shining on him, outlining his figure that was clearly defined but full of fatigue and cruelty.

His body was covered in blood and wounds, his muscles were tense, yet he exuded a frightening determination. The air around him seemed to have frozen, with only his heavy breathing echoing in the dead silence.

Those staring eyes were filled with fear, shock and unspeakable awe.

Even after the passage of time, this scene will still be a nightmare that can never be erased from their hearts.

Whenever they recall this night, the bloody scene and the cruel figure of the demon will emerge in their minds, waking them up from nightmares in cold sweats countless nights.