As the six Martial Monarchs moved in the formation, they immediately felt a huge pressure. Even though they had killed countless people in their lives, they still felt fear in their hearts.
Furthermore, the formation of these hundred Divine Saber Camp disciples seemed to follow some sort of natural law, suppressing the strength of the six Martial Monarchs.
The six Martial Monarchs charged around in the formation. Their horrifying strength was unstoppable. However, they strangely discovered that even though they were moving forward, they were moving in circles. They were unable to break through the encirclement of these hundred Martial Monarchs.
Long Tu took a glance and ignored the situation. With the strength of the six of them, it was only a matter of time before they broke through this formation.
The true threat came from the seven people before them, especially the two Inferior Grade Martial Monarchs. They were the Divine Saber Camp's Deputy Commander, Ximen Ying, and Zhuo Yan.
Jiang Chi and the others had already retreated far away. With their strength as half-step Martial Monarchs, they could barely participate in this battle.
However, the Divine Saber Camp was very particular about cooperation. What they learned was completely different from what they learned. They could not participate in the battle at all. They could only watch from the sidelines, just in case.
"Kill!"
The seven of them attacked at the same time. The Bloodsucker Sabers in their hands released a scarlet light. Boundless scarlet clouds started churning in the sky. A sinister wind blew, and a baleful aura pressed down.
Long Tu flipped his palm and a purple spear appeared in his hand. He swung it gently and ripples appeared in the air. An azure flood dragon coiled around the spear.
The flood dragon opened its mouth and roared ferociously. It swung the spear four times in the air and blocked all the attacks of the seven.
"Hu chi!
Hu chi! "The weapons clashed and a horrifying energy spread out. Black cracks appeared in space.
The few of them casually waved their hands and tore space apart. The black cracks extended for several kilometers before stopping.
Everywhere the cracks passed, mountains were chopped in half. From the sky, it looked like a biscuit that was bitten off by a dog.
The few of them fought in the air faster and faster. Xiao Chen's eyes could not keep up with their speed. He could only hear deafening roars.
Bang! On the battlefield, a streak of blood-red light was sent flying backward.
A fist-sized hole appeared on the forehead of a Divine Saber Camp cultivator. He had been stabbed to death by Long Tu's spear.
A moment later, cracks spread from his wounds, and his body was quickly torn into pieces.
"Haha! Again! The Divine Saber Camp is only so-so."
Lontu raised his head to the sky and laughed heartily. As his voice rang out, another spear swept out. The purple spear seemed to have come to life.
It turned into a Blue Dragon and swept out wildly. A Divine Saber Camp disciple sent out a scarlet light that connected heaven and earth, trying to block this horrifying attack.
Before the azure flood dragon even got close, it let out a furious roar that contained boundless Holy Might, shaking this person to the point where he felt dizzy and his legs went weak.
Bang!
In the next moment, the green flood dragon turned back into a hard purple spear. A dot of purple light appeared on the tip of the spear.
Long Tu tilted his body slightly and pushed his hand forward, shattering the blood-colored light with lightning speed.
This person quickly turned around and retreated. His speed was comparable to that of scarlet lightning. Long Tu snorted coldly and swung his spear forward. His right hand grasped the tip of the spear.
The range of the attack immediately increased significantly. With a horizontal swing, the spear struck this person's chest.
This person vomited a mouthful of blood and flew back. He did not have time to control his direction and crashed into the spreading spatial cracks.
This person could not resist at all and was cut into pieces by the spatial cracks.
At the same time, the sharp attacks of the other five people filled the sky with scarlet light. The horrifying killing moves containing the state of massacre flew at Lontu.
"Soaring Dragon!"
Long Tu pulled back his spear and shouted. Suddenly, nine azure flood dragons flew out of his body. As the nine dragons soared, a supreme will of wind was contained in the azure flood dragons. "Bang! Bang!
Bang! "
The flood dragon roared furiously, and the will of wind sprayed out, stirring up a gale and blowing away the torrential state of massacre.
No matter how strong the state of massacre was, it was just a state in the end. It was not a match for a higher-leveled state unless the people of the Divine Saber Camp comprehended the state of massacre.
As the nine dragons soared, the berserk energy contained a power that could destroy heaven and earth. It forced everyone back. This was especially so since the state was broken. The might of the killing move was greatly reduced; there was no rebound at all.
Long Tu laughed maniacally and the nine dragons returned to his body. His figure flashed and he arrived before a Divine Saber Camp cultivator.
He thrust his spear forward and a black hole appeared in the air. The power of this spear was very berserk; it directly pierced through space.
The supreme will of wind started to spread out from the tip of the spear. A fist-sized black hole immediately spread out.
Long Tu's figure flashed and he entered the spatial crack. In the next moment, a crack appeared in front of the retreating cultivator.
A spear carrying an unparalleled force suddenly appeared from the void and pierced towards the cultivator's forehead.
This spear came out of nowhere without any warning. There was no way to defend against it; it was a sure hit attack.
"Dang!"
Just as the spear was about to pierce through the cultivator's forehead, a scarlet saber flashed from the side.
The saber struck the tip of the spear. However, the will of wind on the tip of the spear prevented it from moving at all.
Ximen Ying's chaotic and unfocused eyes suddenly focused. Two crimson dots appeared in his eyes, making him look extremely strange.
The horrifying state of massacre on the saber started to increase rapidly. Finally, it exploded and formed a strand of will of massacre.
"Boom!"
The horrifying spear was finally knocked away. That cultivator took advantage of this opportunity to quickly retreat.
Long Tu grasped the handle of his spear and slowly emerged from the spatial crack. He looked at Ximen Ying and smiled faintly, "Not bad. You actually managed to evolve the state of massacre into the will of massacre. However, it is just a strand. Let's see how you are going to block my will of wind."
"Ha!"
Long Tu's spear swept out and a purple light burst out from the tip. Strands of purple wind blades appeared and tore cracks in space.
Everywhere the wind blades passed, the cracks extended continuously. The pitch-black cracks were like a flower blooming, a horrifying flower filled with the power of death.
Ximen Ying had a grave expression. He did not say anything. His scarlet pupils released a strange light. He brandished his saber and knocked back the purple wind blades.
Countless wind blades were sent flying, creating long black spatial cracks in the air. Many of the idle Martial Kings in the air could not dodge in time and were immediately cut in half by the spatial cracks.
The power of the spatial cracks was not something an ordinary Martial King could deal with.
However, the force of the wind blades was too strong. Every time he knocked back a strand, Ximen Ying immediately moved back a hundred meters. His complexion also turned increasingly pale.
When the Divine Saber Camp's Deputy Commander Zhuo Yan saw that Ximen Ying was in a dangerous situation, he quickly flew over and worked together to knock back the scarlet wind blades.
Long Tu laughed loudly and a purple flood dragon appeared on his spear. He charged at the two of them quickly before he ignored them.
Long Tu shifted his gaze to the other three half-step Martial Monarchs of the Divine Saber Camp. He casually tore and a spatial crack appeared. Then, his figure flashed out.
"Bang!
Bang! Bang! "Long Tu executed the shocking spear strike that contained the will of berserk wind three times in a row. The three half-step Martial Monarchs had condensed their state of massacre to its limits.
However, there was a natural difference between states and wills. They could not move the spear at all. Furthermore, Long Tu hid himself in the spatial crack.
No matter where he hid, he would always appear beside them. Be it behind, to the left, to the right, or even to the front, he would thrust his spear at them.
Bloody holes appeared in the heads of the three half-step Martial Monarchs with this shocking spear strike. They could not be any more dead.
At this moment, Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan were still fighting against the soaring green flood dragon. The flood dragon was a hundred meters long and its green scales were crisscrossed. Both of its eyes flashed with spiritual light as if it was a real flood dragon.
The flood dragon roared ferociously as it wantonly flew in the air. As its dragon claws tore, it left thin cracks in space. Occasionally, it would spit out strands of azure dragon flame.
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan turned into two beams of scarlet light. As they dodged the flood dragon's attacks, they left wounds on its body.
When the Saber Technique containing the state of massacre struck the flood dragon, the wounds would not heal. The flood dragon's figure slowly faded; it would not be able to last much longer.
After Long Tu dealt with the three half-step Martial Monarchs, he looked around and saw that the azure flood dragon was about to run out of energy. His expression did not change as he swung his spear through the air.
A purple light gathered at the tip of the spear, and a long spatial crack appeared. Long Tu turned around and disappeared into the night sky.
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan, who had dealt with the azure flood dragon, did not have time to catch their breaths. Suddenly, a crack appeared above their heads.
A purple spear containing a strong will of wind exploded in the air, descending towards the two of them.
"Dang!"
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan quickly moved to the side. They crossed their scarlet sabers in the air and blocked the spear strike that could split mountains.
Long Tu's figure emerged from the spatial crack. He laughed loudly and shouted, "You are like a mantis trying to stop a chariot. You think you can block it? Scram!"
Long Tu's right hand, which was holding the spear, exerted some force. A purple light spread out from the tip of the spear.
Instantly, the flood dragon carved on the spear glowed brightly. The will of wind became even more berserk.
"Bang!"
Ximen Ying and Zhuo Yan both vomited a mouthful of blood. The Bloodsucker Sabers in their hands could not withstand the force. They flew out of their hands and fell to the ground.
"Scram!"
With a roar, Long Tu's figure rapidly leaped forward. The space beneath his feet was like flat ground. Every step he took left a purple footprint in the air.
Long Tu brandished his spear and struck Ximen Ying, Zhuo Yan, and Zhuo Yan's chest. Their bodies flew backward and crashed into a mountain a kilometer away, destroying half of it.
When Xiao Chen saw all this, horror filled his eyes. At the same time, he was filled with doubt. They were all Martial Monarchs, but why was Long Tu able to beat the other Martial Monarchs to the point where they could not retaliate?
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