Oxhorn City.

One of the three cities on the Zhongling front line.

This city is currently guarded by Ning Fengchen, the master of the Eternal Peak of the Sword Sect.

Like Gu Qiu, Ning Fengchen quickly made the same decision after receiving the news: he took the city and retreated, leaving the Jianzong monks behind.

Among the seven peak masters of the Sword Sect, in terms of strength, the strongest one is undoubtedly the master of Qingyun Peak, Sword Immortal Xie Qingyun.

Taking second place is Yu Canghai, the master of Canghai Peak.

After that, it was Ning Fengchen and Xue Wushao's turn.

Moreover, Ning Fengchen's specialty is the killing sword skill.

Sword cultivators are good at killing, and among such a group of monks, they are also famous for killing people, so one can imagine their prowess in killing.

At least on the surface, Niujiao City will be the most difficult city.

Therefore, Demon Lord Dongqi personally led the army to attack this city.

Demon Lord Dongqi is a high-level demon in terms of combat power. His status and strength among the inner demon clan are just below those of the two top demons, Soul Lord and Yu Zun.

Below two people, above ten thousand people, his strength is unimaginable.

"Sword Sect's only 700 or so people came to stop a million-strong army. It seems very stupid, but they are not fools."

"Sword cultivator ranks first among the six major cultivation systems of the human race, ranking first in killing and attacking."

"They were born to fight."

"With such a group, if we want to cross Niujiao City to pursue the retreating human monks without dealing with them first, the formation will be cut through by them."

"So, we have no choice. We must destroy them first and solve our worries before we can continue to pursue the retreating human monks."

Compared with Demon Lord Taixuan who attacked Hutou City, Demon Lord Dongqi was calmer and saw more things.

Except for the sword sect monks, if there were only 700 other monks, they would not be taken seriously by him at all, and they would not be able to affect the pursuit pace of the demon army.

"At the same time, after being surrounded by our army, almost no monks still have hope to save their lives.

The so-called queen is actually giving up one's life."

"But if there is anyone who has a chance of survival in this situation, it is the sword cultivator."

It’s not for anything else, just because the swordsman is the first in the battle and becomes invincible.

Facing the heavy siege of the demon army, if you want to break out, you need explosive power.

Because once it fails to break out of the encirclement at one go, even a real dragon will be beaten to death in the face of the continuous attacks of the demons.

It can not only stop the largest number of demons with the smallest number of people, but also has the hope of escaping.

In addition to the principle of "the one with a big boat has a heavy responsibility, and the horse with a horse can ride a long distance", the three sword sect peak masters chose to let the monks of their sect be in charge of the rear because this is the best answer!

“Good idea”

"Today, let me use the blood of your Sword Sect monks to sacrifice the flag!"

Demon Lord Dongqi had a fierce look in his eyes and issued an order of his own.

The next moment, a team of more than 20 demon cultivators received the order and took action violently.

These more than twenty demon cultivators are from the same demon clan. Their bodies are over a hundred feet long and as big as a mountain peak.

They look like lions, with majestic green venomous thorns on their backs, trying to pierce the sky.

What's even more terrifying is that these demon cultivators are all at the ninth level. Although their strength has not reached the level of the Demon Lord, they are definitely powerful.

There are not many monks in the eighth realm of the human race, and there are even fewer monks in the ninth realm. Each of them is a top strongman in a region, or a sect's leader.

Able to organize a small team of more than twenty ninth-grade experts on the battlefield, including only demons.

Not even Daxia can do it.

They are the Bodhisattva clan.

The Demon Lord Bo is only a seventh-grade bloodline, but their bloodline magical powers are particularly suitable for war, so the Heart Demon Clan spent a lot of resources to train them and help them break the shackles of their bloodline and advance to the ninth grade.

Raise an army for a thousand days and use it for a while.

Unlike Demon Lord Taixuan who took the lead with the Black Scale Demon Clan and carried out the offensive with swordsmanship, Demon Lord Dongqi chose to use violence to counter violence, attack to attack, and directly dispatched the big killer weapon that his side had been preparing for a long time.

The next moment, the bone spurs on the backs of these twenty or so demon cultivators who had died from the demon clan suddenly flew up and shot out, launching an unparalleled powerful offensive.

Nearly ten thousand bone spurs from the demon race roared and danced in the void. This kind of scene was extremely rare.

Under the dark sky, I could only hear the shrill swishing sound, and see the bone spurs shining with a faint green light, making the sky brighter.

Even the Demon Lord would find it very difficult to face such an attack.

Ning Fengchen didn't find it difficult.

But behind him was the Sword Sect monk, who was not as powerful as him, so it was still a bit troublesome to deal with this kind of attack.

"Then, stop them all." Ning Fengchen said softly.

Looking at the bone spurs flying through the sky, Ning Fengchen threw his flying sword.

It was a gleaming flying sword with a sharp and narrow blade, as if it was made for killing people. Like an arrow, it easily cut through the space, pierced the sky, and roared out.

I don't know whether it was too fast or some strange swordsmanship, but the flying sword only shone for a moment when it flew out, and then disappeared.

As if swallowed by the void.

But a tearing sound came from the space at the right time.

It was like a blank piece of paper that had been cut into countless pieces with a knife.

The aura in this world suddenly shattered with the sharp sharpness of the flying sword that was no longer visible but definitely existed.

Thousands of spear-like bone spurs shot into the torn world between lightning and flint.

Their smooth and smooth forward trajectory suddenly deviated.

There seems to be indescribable strong pressure in heaven and earth forcing them.

They began to tremble and make a high-pitched buzzing sound.

As we continued to move forward, the buzzing sound became more rapid.

puff!

Finally, after walking to a certain distance, there was a popping sound.

A green bone spur was shattered into powder.

Like a chain reaction of dominoes.

The sound of popping was heard one after another, and the bone spurs turned into powder one after another and scattered all over the sky.

In the end, all these bone spurs were shattered, and none of them could reach the sword sect monks.

How can one sword stop ten thousand spears?

Ning Fengchen gave the answer.

He didn't use his own sword to block it, he used his own sword to cut open the world, and then let the vitality of the world shake and become chaotic, allowing the world to stop it.

Ning Fengchen was still standing at the front of the Sword Sect monks, motionless.

His eyebrows were flat, not raised even for a moment.

It seemed that this sword, to him, was as ordinary as raising his hand.

Ning Fengchen looked forward calmly.

In his sight, the strongest leader of the powerful team of more than twenty ninth-level demon cultivators in the demon camp was looking down at his chest and abdomen.

His name is Yuan Evil, and he is the strongest member of the Bomo Demon Clan, and his strength is infinitely close to that of the lower demons.

With the magical power of his bloodline, he should achieve astonishing feats on the battlefield, and then exchange them for resources to advance to the level of a low-level demon in one fell swoop.

Became the first Demon Lord in the history of the Bodhi Demon Clan.

This is his ambition.

But at this moment, Yuan E only performed one move and did nothing else. He just looked down at his chest and abdomen.

Because there was a very deep bloody mouth there.

It's the mouth of the sword.

His internal organs were turned into fragments and were being squeezed out from the bleeding opening.

His life is slipping away.

"Where did the sword come from?" Yuan E thought.

The next moment, as if he was dissatisfied that his vitality was passing too slowly, the sword intent came from nowhere and exploded directly inside Yuan E's body.

boom!

The body of Yuan Evil, which was a hundred feet long and as huge as a mountain peak, exploded into pieces.
To be continued...