Bai Jing's heart sank as if it had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
The middle-aged woman who had just fallen to the ground at the corner of the hall was his daughter, Bai Yuying, an A rank mystical-type Transcendent, one of the strongest Gu Masters in the Bai family.
Bai Yuying was most proficient in curse techniques, and the curse Gu she raised was very powerful, able to silently take a person's life. Moreover, the cursed person often died without knowing what had happened. She could be said to be the trump card of the Bai family.
Her existence was like a poisonous thorn, able to deal a fatal blow to the enemy at any time.
In Bai Jing's opinion, even if Bai Yuying could not directly plot against Zuo Yi, being able to cause some disturbance to him was also not bad.
In such a battle, even the slightest mistake would bring about terrible consequences.
However, not only did Bai Yuying not have the slightest effect, she even sacrificed herself. Looking at her incomparably miserable appearance, even if she did not die, she would be crippled.
Recalling the Seven Emotions Six Desires Gu that was completely ineffective against Zuo Yi, Bai Jing's heart that was as firm as stone trembled.
For the first time, a feeling called regret grew in his heart.
Originally, the Bai family had given an explanation and Zuo Yi had also expressed satisfaction. Both sides could have shaken hands and made peace, and even if they could not be friends, they would not become enemies.
However, Bai Jing's momentary lapse in judgment had pushed the situation to an uncontrollable state.
It might even implicate the entire Bai family!
"Kill!"
Hatred, anger, and regret intertwined, Bai Jing roared and waved his saber at Zuo Yi with all his might!
The miaodao in his hand was called 'Life Severing', it was the saber of the Bai family's ancestor, Bai Yuankui. It had killed hundreds and thousands of enemies and was invincible. It had been passed down until now and was still extremely sharp.
As he activated his strength, the saber body emitted a blood-red light, appearing very demonic.
Bai Jing had immersed himself in the Bai family's saber techniques for decades, and the strength of his saber techniques had already reached the peak of perfection. Although he was now old and no longer as brave as before, he was increasingly shrewd and ruthless.
In the White Tiger Saber Formation, he was the leader of the group. When he moved, the entire formation moved, and the other 35 saber men followed suit.
In an instant, the wind howled and the saber flashed. Layers upon layers of saber force surged towards Zuo Yi like a raging tide of the sea, wanting to completely drown, tear, and devour him!
However, Zuo Yi was not afraid at all. He thrust out the Frozen Sword against the oncoming blade beams.
The sword pierced through thousands of heavy saber waves!
Chi!
A sabersman of the Bai family standing right in front of Zuo Yi trembled all over, his eyes filled with disbelief. A dark red sword mark appeared on his throat, and blood slowly seeped out.
On the other hand, Zuo Yi's figure flashed left and right, like a fish swimming freely in the sea, and all the long sabers that were swinging at him missed their target.
This included the Life Slasher in Bai Jinji's hands!
The next moment, Zuo Yi's figure appeared between the two machetemen like a ghost.
All the hairs on their bodies stood up at the same time. Just as a great fear rose from the bottom of their hearts, they saw a flash of sword light. Then, their entire view changed completely. They changed from their usual view to looking down on them from above.
Before their consciousness completely fell into darkness, the last thing the two B class strengthening-type Extraordinaires saw was two headless corpses with blood gushing out!
They looked very familiar.
Plop! Plop!
The two corpses fell to the ground at the same time, and a huge gap suddenly appeared in the originally tight White Tiger Saber Formation.
The Bai family's machetemen closest to Zuo Yi could not help but panic.
The Bai family's White Tiger Saber Formation was more powerful the more people there were. Five hundred years ago, three thousand machetemen left Anyue and followed Bai Yuankui to the Imperial Capital, making illustrious military achievements. The White Tiger Saber Formation played an important role in that.
The most glorious battle of the Bai family's machetemen was when 1,785 machetemen fought against 20,000 elite Meng Yuan infantry and cavalry. In the end, the Meng Yuan infantry and cavalry were completely wiped out, and the White Tiger Saber Formation became famous all over the world.
However, in that battle, less than three hundred machetemen of the Bai family survived.
After the founding of the Da Xia, the surviving machetemen of the Bai family followed Bai Yuankui and returned to their fields, no longer having the same lineup as before.
Today's era was already different. No matter how many people there were, they could not withstand the attack of modern weapons. Therefore, the Bai family's machetemen training method was to concentrate resources and build elites. The thirty-five machetemen who participated in the siege of Zuo Yi could be said to be the elite of the elite.
Losing even one was enough to make Bai Jing angry and distressed.
As a result, in the blink of an eye, three machetemen died under Zuo Yi's sword. Although the White Tiger Saber Formation did not have a fixed number of people, it took time to change the formation.
Most importantly, watching their familiar companions die in front of them without any resistance was undoubtedly a great test of the will of the other machetemen.
There was great horror between life and death. In the face of dripping blood and tragic death, some people were angry, some were desperate, and some were frightened.
The saber formation was composed of machetemen, and machetemen were not robots. If there was a problem with their reaction, it would inevitably have a great impact on the formation.
Of course, Zuo Yi did not miss this self-created opportunity. He crashed straight into the machetemen closest to him, and under the latter's horrified gaze, he swung his sword and cut him in half.
This machetemen was not weak, but Zuo Yi's sword was too fast. He had no time to dodge and died in an extremely aggrieved manner.
The fourth!
"Retreat!"
At this moment, Bai Jincheng finally reacted and immediately shouted with a glare.
The other machetemen immediately flew back, increasing the distance between them and Zuo Yi.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The six floor-to-ceiling windows on the east, west, and south sides of the hall burst into countless fragments at the same time. More than a dozen valiant men with heavy weapons suddenly appeared, aiming their black muzzles at Zuo Yi.
In front of the gate, many armed men with long guns and short cannons also appeared.
They were all burly and muscular, holding six-barreled Vulcan cannons in their hands.
These powerful weapons had long ammunition chains, which were connected to the ammunition boxes on the backs of the valiant men, ensuring long-lasting firepower.
In addition to the soldiers armed with Vulcan cannons, there were many people carrying rocket launchers. The attached sights shot out red lasers and focused on Zuo Yi.
"Count Zuo …"
Bai Jing's gaze first swept over the fallen clansmen, and a trace of regret flashed in his eyes. Then he looked at Zuo Yi and said bitterly, "Let's stop fighting!"
If possible, Bai Jing would definitely be willing to keep Zuo Yi here, even if he had to pay a heavy price.
However, he had realized that Zuo Yi's strength was far beyond his expectations.
These armed men were the last defense of the Bai family. Bai Jing was not sure that they could defeat Zuo Yi, so he endured his anger and shame and asked for a truce.
"Truce?"
Zuo Yi smiled. "Do you think you can stop just because you want to?"
A drop of red blood had just dripped from the tip of the Frost Sword.
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