ATPnovel Chapter 907 - 296: The Sword Immortal’s Finishing Blow
Chapter 907 - 296: The Sword Immortal’s Finishing Blow
"Die!"The first warrior leapt high, wielding a blade towards Bai Xiaolong.
Just an ordinary Fifth-Grade roadblock; the alien vanguard’s target is only Su Yue.
They didn’t even consider Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Unfortunately, none of the dozens of alien vanguards noticed the rosy glow emanating from Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang’s palms, like a puppy’s tongue.
Moreover, the aura rings behind them have appeared.
They are starting to fuse.
Indeed!
In theory, the aura rings shouldn’t be able to fuse, but on Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang, they are slowly melting together.
The pink light on their palms is spreading over their aura rings.
"Damn, I really wish to forget this nightmare!"
Bai Xiaolong almost cried.
This shameful aura ring color can’t be changed at all.
...
In the sky, Mu Jingliang and his companions have also reached the final stage.
In just a few seconds, the Ninth-Grade Qi Blood within the shield will completely vanish; by then, they can go and save Su Yue.
The two alien Ninth-Grades dealing with Bai Hui Sect and Zhao Qian’en have long lost much of their fighting spirit. They’re stalling Zhao Qian’en and his group while staying wary of any human Ninth-Grade schemes, even preparing to escape at any moment.
"Can those two really hold them off?"
Mu Jingliang was always a bit uneasy.
Over a hundred Fifth-Grade vanguards are charging; relying solely on two Wuda Students, how could they possibly hold them off effortlessly?
"Just watch!"
Zhao Qian’en nodded calmly.
Actually, his greatest concern is Su Yue’s safety.
In the end, he was slashed once, severely injured, and carrying Lin Dongqi’s corpse; it’s impressive enough that he can even run.
"Hopefully, we can only pray!"
Mo Qizheng sighed.
Who could have imagined, in a battle, the most outstanding martial artists turned out to be a group of Wuda Students.
Lin Dongqi was right.
When the young are strong, the Divine Land is strong.
The young generation of martial artists has finally grown and excelled exceptionally.
Shu!
Shu!
Two sharp sounds cutting through the air on the ground directly attracted all the Grandmasters’ attention.
Indeed!
That’s the aura of a Grandmaster.
Behind Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang, a pink aura ring radiating an eerie glow.
Though this pink glow is peculiar, the aura it radiates is genuinely of a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster level.
Moreover, it’s not just a regular Sixth-Grade initial-level aura, but a mid-level aura.
At this moment, Bai Xiaolong and Meng Yang maintain the same posture.
They stand straight, holding hands.
Each other’s free hand has the index and middle finger together, pointing skyward, then placed 20 centimeters in front of the nose.
At first glance, they resemble ancient Taoist Sword Cultivators.
Shu!
Shu!
Shu!
Shu!
Indeed, the techniques they’re using are also those of a Sword Immortal.
Sword blades begin to soar across the battlefield... it can also be described as: Sword Control!
"Ah... I... oh..."
Spurt!
"Damn you..."
Spurt!
"What, Grand...Grandmaster..."
Spurt!
Before the vanguard army could hack them to death with chaotic blades.
At that moment, two flying swords sped like sharks through a rain curtain, streaking twin graceful paths, and the blades unhesitatingly pierced the necks of Fifth-Grade Martial Artists.
One hit, one kill.
Indeed.
The twin swords slaughtered back and forth through the rain like the twin needles of Death God, beautifully stitching together a blood-soaked tapestry.
In the blink of an eye, over 20 Fifth-Grade Martial Artists lost their lives to the flying swords.
One after another, the martial artists fell like wheat stalks, and once down, they were never to rise again.
These vanguards, after all, specialize in speed. Their defense power was always their weakness, especially when facing mid-tier Sixth-Grade Grandmasters.
To the vanguard army, Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong were like giant wolves amidst sheep, an invincible presence.
From beginning to end, none of the vanguards could breach Meng Yang and Bai Xiaolong’s flying sword barrier.
The two standing with fingers pointing skyward seemed like two insurmountable peaks.
Even the later arriving alien warriors were afraid to charge.
They were terrified of being killed.
Though not Tuyue Warriors, they didn’t fear death but weren’t eager for suicide missions.
If the counterpart were regular Fifth-Grade Martial Artists, they wouldn’t be afraid, even ready to sacrifice.
But the opponent is a Sixth-Grade Grandmaster.
All the Grandmasters were held off in the sky; the two were battlefield disrupters, who dared to fly into the flame?
"Just 200 meters left, almost back!"
Su Yue is only a few hundred meters away from the Divine Land Martial Artists ready to meet him.
The Rapid March Camp warriors are fast; they can meet up in two or three seconds.
Su Yue even glanced back.
That glance made Su Yue’s little, jealous heart miss a beat.
These shameless guys are too dazzling.
What kind of pose is that?
Did a Sword Cultivator descend?
Holy cow.
Treading on air, fingers pointed skyward, killing with sword control.
How can it be so cool?
Compared to them, his axe-wielding slashing style was purely barbarian.
Su Yue began to doubt.
Did he allocate skill points wrong; should he also pursue Sword Cultivation?
No way.
With divided thoughts, I am a warrior, a berserker.
Su Yue hurriedly cleared his mind of distractions; his blood axe had already returned to the void, he couldn’t wield it anymore.