Soul Cutter
In an instant, the sky full of brilliance fell on the huge head of one of the demonic beasts.
One of the Saint Realm experts of the Bright Moon Ancient Clan who was on the giant beast's head suddenly staggered. Seeing the attacks of Long Chen and the other Monk Scripture experts coming at him, he had no choice but to divert his attention to defend himself.
No one had expected that Long Chen and the others would attack the giant beast under the feet of the Bright Moon Ancient Clan at such a critical moment.
Following the distraction of this Sage Realm expert, the moonlight surrounding Long Chen and the others instantly dissipated.
"The other one, the head of the giant beast!"
Long Chen's voice did not have the slightest hesitation. Many of the Saint Plane cultivators attacked again.
The following situation was almost the same. Under such a powerful attack, the people of the Bright Moon Ancient Clan seemed to have abandoned their defensive power.
Long Chen's first reaction opened up a gap for everyone.
"Retreat!"
With a loud shout, Long Chen led the Cangzhi Clan and the Sword-bearing Clan away from Nightfall.
Seeing that Long Chen and the others had managed to pin down the Lunar Tide, the power of the Lunar Tide had greatly decreased. Jing Zishan was also shocked as he led everyone out of the night sky.
Everyone retreated out of the night sky. Everyone retreated tens of thousands of meters with lingering fear.
However, the two groups of people from the Bright Moon Ancient Clan did not chase after them. They just stood on the giant beasts and stared at everyone with gloomy expressions.
Although the battle seemed short, it was actually extremely dangerous.
If Long Chen hadn't followed Jing Zishan into the nighttime region and switched from defense to offense, attacking the Giant Beast, he wouldn't have been able to escape.
It was likely that Jing Zishan and the others would be completely wiped out!
Even a Saint Realm expert would be suppressed by the terrifying Moon Tide. If they couldn't escape, they would be obliterated in the end.
Outside the curtain of night.
Everyone looked at each other in dismay, each of them panting heavily.
The expressions of the members of the Sword Worship Clan were extremely gloomy. If Jing Zishan hadn't acted rashly, they wouldn't have been in such danger, and they wouldn't have lost so much combat strength …
Almost half of the Centaur Human Sovereign Realm experts led by Jing Zishan had died. Five Half-Saints had died, and one Saint Realm expert was only left with his Divine Soul!
Even Long Chen and the Swordsman Clan had lost nearly a thousand Renhuangs.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
Rays of light instantly landed in front of Long Chen, Jian Wufeng, and the others. The person leading them was none other than Jing Zishan!
"Did you already know that the Bright Moon Ancient Clan had such a powerful Magical Treasure Battle Formation at night? Why didn't you report this earlier?! "Jing Zishan shouted at Long Chen with a furious expression.
"Jing Zishan!" Seeing Jing Zishan approach, Jian Wufeng was instantly enraged.
Jian Wufeng slashed out with his sword.
The two saints beside Jing Zishan attacked at the same time, instantly pushing him back a hundred meters.
Then, Jing Zishan actually led many Saint Realm experts from the Hermit Clans to surround Long Chen and the others …
Long Chen's mouth curved into a cold arc. Behind him, the three Mythological Beast War Souls and Jian Shisan glared at him.
They never thought that Jing Zishan would attack them as soon as they walked out of the darkness.
If Long Chen hadn't handled the situation well, everyone led by Jing Zishan would have died in there. Yet, Jing Zishan didn't show any gratitude.
Instead, he wanted to shift all the blame onto Long Chen.
Everyone present was talking about it. No one thought that at this time, the higher-ups of the two sides would be at each other's throats.
Long Chen stared at Jing Zishan, and his voice turned cold. He said in a low voice, "What I want to do … I never have to report to you!"
As Long Chen's voice fell, he suddenly disappeared from where he stood.
At this moment, the two of them were less than ten meters apart. In the blink of an eye, Long Chen appeared in front of Jing Zishan.
Jing Zishan's eyes suddenly narrowed. His aura suddenly surged, and divine light immediately enveloped his entire body!
A fist as heavy as a mountain attacked Long Chen.
Long Chen's long sword moved forward, and Dragon Essence shot out.
Rumble!
Their attacks instantly intertwined, and an invisible wave of Qi spread out with the two of them as the center.
The powerhouses at the peak of the Renhuang Realm around them couldn't help but be thrown hundreds of meters away by the impact of the vast Saint Power.
Even the Saints around them were pushed back a few meters by the sudden exchange of blows between the two.
Jing Zishan's entire right arm suddenly burst into a rain of blood. His entire body flew backward until it reached a height of ten thousand meters.
His face was full of shock as he stared at Long Chen.
In his eyes, Long Chen still hadn't stepped into the Saint Realm, but the power of this attack made him feel as if he had encountered a powerhouse at the later stage of the Saint Realm.
Whoosh!
Before Jing Zishan could steady himself, Long Chen appeared in front of him again. His speed was so fast that it made everyone's hearts tremble.
"Ghost Lurk!"
Jing Zishan's face was gloomy. His body trembled with divine light, and a thousand-meter-long black shadow was reflected behind him.
The black shadow was covered with purple thorns. It was strange and inexplicable.
As he attacked Long Chen, the thousand-meter-long shadow behind him seemed to come alive. At the same time, it pounced on Long Chen. Countless purple thorns turned into an inescapable net. It was like a giant beast that wanted to swallow Long Chen whole.
"Ghost Bauhinia, I'll cut off your soul today!"
Long Chen's voice was like a great bell. A sword ray from the scabbard of the sword in his hand pierced the sky. An awe-inspiring murderous intent seemed to fall from the sky.
Boom!
The people around them were inexplicably shocked. Even the Saints from the reclusive families behind Bauhinia Mountain couldn't help but gasp.
They had long heard of Long Chen's name, but no one had expected him to have such combat strength.
At this moment, everyone had the same thought. The rumors were true …
In the Waste Realm, this young man who had risen against the natural order had a combat strength that no one in this generation could match!
While they were shocked, the people around them had already retreated ten thousand meters.
When the Bauhinia Spirit and Long Chen's sword ray dissipated, the entire ground seemed to have turned into a hole. It was pitch-black.
Above the sky, there were still countless waves of Saint Power rising and falling. They turned into blinding lightning.
Long Chen still held his sword and stood where he was.
On the other side, Jing Zishan was already bathed in blood. A terrifying sword wound had almost pierced through half of his body.
What made everyone pale the most was the Bloodline Spirit behind him.
This Bloodline Spirit was unique to the Ghost Bauhinia Clan. It was also because of this spirit that the clan could have a place in the reclusive families.
However, at this moment, the spirit was cracking inch by inch like embers. It gradually turned into black smoke and flew into the sky.
Jing Zishan looked at his broken body and felt that the spirit behind him was about to dissipate. His entire body rose and fell violently.
His eyes were bloodshot. He glared at Long Chen and hissed, "You, you actually cut off my Bloodline Spirit … How dare you do this!"
For the Ghost Clan, the Bloodline Spirit being cut off was equivalent to losing half of their lives.
It would be impossible for his cultivation to break through in the future.
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