Chapter 167
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"Why didn't anyone tell me about it?" Yun Zhonghe finally asked.
Yun Zhonghe didn't realize how naïve his sword technique was until he saw Zhu Minglang's moves.
Every sword strike of his was filled with boundless momentum.
Every move of his was like a stormy sea.
There were so many disciples on the Nine Armies Tomb Mountain, and over a hundred main class dragon beasts. Yet, Zhu Minglang had stopped them all by himself. Until now, no one had been able to stand at the same height as Zhu Minglang.
As the leader of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, Wu Feng was just as shocked as Yun Zhonghe.
As a matter of fact, what he wanted to do was to fly back to the Distant Mountain Sword Sect, wake up Sword Venerable, who had been pretending to be asleep all day, and ask loudly, "Why didn't anyone tell me that the Sword Fall Formation is a sword technique?!"
Yes, as the leader of the sect, Wu Feng didn't know that either.
Seeing Zhu Minglang use the Fallen Sword Sword Technique, the shock in his heart was no less than Yun Zhonghe's.
"He's using the fifth and sixth sword moves!" Wu Feng was heartbroken, but he didn't want to take his eyes off Zhu Minglang.
At this moment, Zhu Minglang had used the fifth and sixth sword. These two swords were used at the same time.
It was the Gemini Sword!
One was lightning, the other was fire.
The lightning swords danced like lightning bolts, forcing Huo Shangjun's two dragon lords to retreat.
The fire swords were like erupting volcanoes, burning the dragon sheds of the Young Master Huang Gang to death.
Zhu Minglang aimed at Wen Mengru with the seventh sword move.
Wen Mengru was very close to him. The chief disciple of the Distant Mountain Sword Sect was also a Martial Monarch. She was far stronger than the disciples at the foot of the mountain.
She was one of the few who had survived Zhu Minglang's six sword moves.
Of course, it wasn't her who had blocked Zhu Minglang's six sword moves, but Zhu Minglang's six sword moves were aimed at those who didn't want to leave the Tomb of the Nine Armies. There were nearly a hundred of them, and even more dragons!
Wen Mengru's eyes were sharp. Her sword moves were fast and ruthless. She was the one who broke the Eight Trigrams that had been lingering in front of Zhu Minglang.
Zhu Minglang used the seventh strike. That strike had a terrifying penetrative power and the speed of the strike was as fast as lightning!
"Whoosh!"
Wen Mengru reacted quickly. She saw the angle of Zhu Minglang's attack.
She immediately raised her sword and blocked the attack with the back of the sword move.
The back of the sword was perfectly placed, blocking the tip of Zhu Minglang's sword. Wen Mengru's pale face finally managed to squeeze out a smile.
She would take advantage of the moment when Zhu Minglang's palm was injured by her sword's' back to switch from defense to offense!
She took advantage of the situation and spun around, intending to avoid Zhu Minglang's attack. Just as she stretched her arm and was about to use the Moonlight Slash, she suddenly felt weak. She was like a dancer who had suddenly fainted in the middle of a gorgeous dance …
His slashing motion stopped halfway.
Wen Mengru couldn't even stand properly. She knelt on the ground weakly and couldn't even lift her arm.
She glanced at her hand. A hole had appeared on her arm at some point in time. Blood was gushing out from the hole.
At the same time, Wen Mengru saw a similar hole on the maze wall in the distance. This hole made the thousands of people on the maze wall panic and flee in all directions!
The maze wall was half a city away from here …
Wen Mengru gripped her sword tightly, unwilling to let go.
But her arm started to lose feeling. She looked up and stared at Zhu Minglang in front of her. Her eyes were filled with unwillingness and disbelief!
The last time they fought face to face, Zhu Minglang defeated her in three moves.
But this time …
Did he only use one sword move?
Their cultivation levels weren't too different. Even if Zhu Minglang had Stegosaurus's cultivation, he shouldn't have reached the upper-level monarch rank. How could he crush someone of the same cultivation level??
Was this the sword realm??
How many realms were they apart?!
Wen Mengru felt bitter. In the end, she still couldn't figure it out.
This was the seventh sword move.
Wen Mengru was the only one attacking.
But the hole in Wen Mengru's arm made it difficult for her to swing her sword.
She realized that she was too close to Zhu Minglang. If she kept a distance, she still had a chance to fight back.
If she swung her sword with all her strength in close combat, she would definitely win.
…
Zhu Minglang had already used the seventh move of the Fallen Sword Technique. Nan Lingsha watched very seriously.
Every strike of his was soul-stirring, and every strike left a deep impression in people's minds.
"I'm a bit rusty. I can only use seven moves at most." Zhu Minglang calmly took a breath and adjusted his breathing.
But while he was adjusting his breathing, a large group of dragon shepherds and Divine Mortal cultivators had already collapsed on the slope of Mausoleum Mountain. Some of them were even lying motionless in the black soil like corpses.
However, they did not have any fatal wounds on their bodies. Zhu Minglang's first six strokes were all a baptism of the sword in a huge area. The main purpose was to make them all retreat, and not to carry out a massacre.
Some fainted, some foamed at the mouth, some went limp from fear, some had loose bones …
After this sweep, the people wandering around Mausoleum Mountain finally realized the disparity in strength. No matter how tempting the box was, they lost the will to fight for it.
Of course, that feeling of defeat was the most painful.
They were all disciples of the younger generation.
How could he defeat so many people by himself?
They were all cultivators. Zhu Minglang was like a mighty general on the battlefield, while they were all just ordinary soldiers. The feeling of being defeated by one person spread deep in their hearts. It viciously destroyed their resolute and stubborn cultivators' hearts!
"I choose to scram. What about you guys?" At this moment, the disciples of the small clans who had first met Zhu Minglang in Stone City spoke up.
Back then, they were still fighting with a few disciples of the Martial Arts Sect for the contract in Rainwater City.
But when they saw how powerful Bingchen Bailong was, they immediately turned and fled. They had escaped disaster.
They had taken advantage of the chaos to enter the Mausoleum Mountain just to try their luck.
When they saw a large group of people rushing up Mausoleum Mountain, they thought some treasure had appeared. They ran up the mountain purely out of curiosity.
There were so many people and so many dragons. They didn't think there was anything to be afraid of.
Who knew it would be like this?
Last time, they were still a little unwilling to roll away.
This time, they felt relieved. Because they were slower and were further away, their injuries were not as serious as the group of people higher up the mountain. They were a little glad.
However, they didn't dare to stay a moment longer where Zhu Minglang could see!
Many people were unwilling to accept this.
But so what if they were unwilling?
This was no longer a battlefield that small fries like them could stay on.
Moreover, the chief disciple of Mount Ling Sword Sect, Wen Mengru, was also a Monarch. Didn't she lose?
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