The dancing in the darkness seemed to represent Xie Tian's control over the overall situation of this sect-exterminating battle.
This was a control that was out of control and command.
The trajectories of the flying daggers that no one could understand were so chaotic, complicated, and disorderly …
But when one's vision was raised to a certain extent and looked down on the battlefield, thirty-six Dao soldiers, thirty-six moths, and thirty-six flying daggers had drawn a perfect flower in the dancing.
The pistils were six Dao soldiers.
The cutting that was formed through the dancing seemed to represent that after controlling the overall situation, one could control the parts.
This was out of control of the changes in the military formation and the restrictions of the Dao soldiers.
The six parts of the Evil Army Dao soldiers did not form a military formation. Even when the six parts were put together, they still did not form a military formation …
But after the pistils were placed, the six parts of the Evil Army Dao soldiers became a saber with thirty-six blades. The sound of it made one's hair stand on end.
After cutting, it was sculpting.
It seemed that after completing the tactical control of the parts, it was time to implement the tactics.
The six stamens blossomed with incomparable beauty due to the exquisite control of the Dao Tool of their respective controllers.
Such beauty was one of the best even in the battle between the Heaven's Favorites in the depths of One-Line-Sky.
But the six pistils were a whole.
Each of them was beautiful, but the whole thing was not harmonious.
The saber with thirty-six blades seemed to have been created for this purpose.
It wanted to sculpt the pistils and make them harmonious.
The ones in charge of sculpting were the twenty-three participating elders of the Yin Yang Sect and the thirteen legacy disciples.
Under the possession of the Evil Army Soul, they became unprecedentedly powerful.
They had a wealth of combat experience accumulated through endless slaughter and death.
They had companions that would cooperate with them and protect them under any circumstances.
But they did not know what they were doing.
They could only feel.
They felt as if they had opened their hearts to someone and showed their past.
They felt as if they were under a silent military order …
They moved at high speed and intersected.
They attacked while moving at high speed.
They attacked continuously …
…
From an outsider's point of view, when Xie Tian controlled the entire situation and executed his strategy, the scattered Evil Army Dao soldiers became a saber with thirty-six blades.
And this saber started to spin again.
It kept spinning.
As it spun, blood splattered everywhere.
The blood came from the Dao Soldier Battle Monk of the Immeasurable Pavilion.
The flower bloomed after being carved by the thirty-six Dao Soldiers.
When the blood blossomed to a certain degree …
Death came.
What was terrifying was that not all thirty-six Evil Army Dao Soldiers were bestowed with the death of every Immeasurable Pavilion Dao Soldier.
Some had a few people, some had more than ten people, some had more than twenty people …
But every one of them died at the right time.
Apart from the four Daozu, the six Sages from the two super forces who were in charge of controlling the Dao Soldiers saw this.
Under the premise that Daozu was obstructed in breaking the formation, the six Sages would naturally do their best to control the Dao soldiers.
They even dared to pat their chests and shout, "This is the most perfect control I've ever had in my life!"
However, when they saw this scene, they suddenly realized that they did not know what a Dao soldier was or what it meant to control a Dao soldier …
The four Daozu were even more frightened than them.
The killing that could be said to have reached the pinnacle of art not only gave them the absolute power to overturn the assumption that it was fake, but also the beauty of death.
This kind of beauty should not appear on their Dao soldiers. It should not even appear in this world.
"Destroy it!"
The four Daozu roared in their hearts at the same time!
But three of them were powerless.
The only one who had the ability was Feng Yu.
After roaring to destroy this bewitching beauty, he suddenly realized what he was doing.
This made him overjoyed. If he were to control the Dao soldiers, he would not have the spare energy to change the formation. I can just … "
Before he finished speaking.
He went first.
Feng Yu, who was about to break the formation that he had just sized up, suddenly realized that someone was one step ahead of him.
That was because the formation he was facing had changed four breaths after the Dao Soldier battle started.
It became the formation that he had not sized up before.
This meant that if he wanted to break the formation, he had to start from sizing it up again.
But this was not the most fatal thing.
The most fatal thing was that he realized that his opponent was still fighting with him while controlling the Dao soldiers.
"How, how is this possible …"
When Feng Yu murmured this sentence in a daze …
The Evil Army Dao soldiers that had finished dancing, dividing, and sculpting had finished the final coloring scene.
The coloring was, of course, blood.
It was done with the blood of 269 people from the three Dao soldiers of the Wuliang Pavilion.
At this moment, the remaining stamens that were surrounded by the carving knives looked very peaceful and harmonious.
It was unknown whether it was the three Sages of the Love Seeking Palace or the three Dao soldiers themselves. Anyway, at least one side was so scared that they did not dare to move.
Because the three Dao soldiers had a total of 295 people, and there was not a single wound on their bodies.
The coloring was completed.
Sheathing the knife.
The calm Xie Tian crooked his finger. The 36 blood lines separated from the 36 Elders and merged into one, turning back into the softness of his left hand.
As it lingered, there seemed to be a trembling sound of joy.
Facing the trembling of joy, Xie Tian grinned and laughed silently. Then, he put his hands behind his back and looked up. As he looked at the four Daozu, his laughter gradually calmed down.
Silence again.
But it was dead silent.
It seemed that what had happened in just five or six breaths had become millions of mountains that pressed on everyone's heads.
The Yin Yang Sect disciples who were watching the battle did not dare to breathe.
The Yin Yang Sect disciples who were participating in the battle did not dare to believe it.
The four Daozu did not dare to speak.
The four Daozu did not dare to speak.
The ghostly silence did not last long before it was broken by the trembling of Ji Yun's Daoist body.
This senior monk who had used the Heavenly Eye to observe Xie Tian and commented that Xie Tian was not extraordinary suddenly realized that he could not see through Xie Tian.
So after trembling, he turned around without hesitation and walked away, leaving the darkness that the Buddha's light could not illuminate.
The three young hosts who were in charge of commanding the Wuliang Pavilion Dao soldiers left immediately.
Ji Wu was the last to leave.
He hesitated for a long time before raising his unusually heavy gaze. But the contradiction was that his heavy gaze quickly swept past Xie Tian's body …
It was as if if he was a moment slower, something that he could not bear would be added to his Buddha heart that was on the verge of collapse.
After sweeping past, he turned around and left, taking with him the last piece of golden Buddha's light that had become pitiful in its daze.
Feng Yu, who was silent, sighed.
He understood that when Ji Wu's gaze swept past him timidly, it was as if he was saying something ruthless, allowing the Wuliang Pavilion to preserve its last bit of face.
But he was like a stray dog.
He was like a stray dog. He did not even question the fact that the three Dao soldiers of Wenqing Hall were strangely preserved.
"Luckily, we are not as wretched as them …"
Just as he finished mocking himself, Feng Yu turned around and walked away …
"Senior."
Xie Tian's calm voice caused Feng Yu's entire body to go numb.
Only then did he realize …
He did not look as wretched as the Wuliang Pavilion. Although he wanted to turn around and face Xie Tian, he did not have the courage to do so.
Xie Tian did not mind. After all, it was only the second time.
But …
"Things should not happen more than three times. Senior, have a safe journey. I will not send you off."
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