"Bang!" A black arrow hit a yellow shield, and a few small cracks appeared where the arrow hit.
When the yellow-robed old man behind the yellow shield saw this, he let out a sigh of relief.
Some of the faster Core Formation Stage cultivators quickly retreated, dodging the attack of the black arrows.
Although the majority of them were able to dodge the black arrows, there were still some that were struck.
With several puffs, two black arrows pierced through the chest of an azure-robed man. He was holding an azure-colored ball in his hand and his face was filled with disbelief.
The azure-robed man's eyes dimmed and his body powerlessly fell to the ground.
With a miserable shriek, three black arrows pierced through the body of a green-robed woman. One of the arrows pierced through her head, causing her to quickly fall to the ground.
In this ambush, two of the Zhao's Core Formation cultivators had fallen.
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As a result, the State of Zhao was left with eleven Core Formation Stage cultivators, while the State of Qi had fourteen Core Formation Stage cultivators. The two sides fought fiercely, and with the advantage of numbers, the State of Qi had the upper hand.
Seeing this, the Nascent Soul cultivators of the four sects of the State of Qi all revealed satisfied expressions.
But at that moment, eight streaks of light flew out from the white walls. It appeared that the Zhao had dispatched eight Core Formation cultivators.
When the Blood Kill Sect's beautiful middle-aged woman saw this, she frowned and commanded, "Not good, the Zhao has sent reinforcements. You all go and see if you can find an opportunity to kill the Zhao's Core Formation cultivators."
The Yuanying cultivators from the other three sects also spoke and sent out a total of eight Core Formation cultivators. Wang Changsheng was also among them.
With Wang Changsheng's strength, the Yuanying cultivators wouldn't be able to kill him unless he was surrounded by several cultivators of the same level.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng came to a stop. With a shake of his sleeve, three golden flying daggers flashed out and shot towards Daoist Huo Yun.
At this moment, Daoist Huoyun was controlling a thirty to forty meter long red Flood Dragon to attack two gray-robed men.
The two grey-robed men each took out two black short swords and fought the red flood dragon to a draw.
Seeing the three golden flying daggers slashing towards him, Daoist Huo Yun frowned. With a flip of his palm, a red mirror appeared in his hand.
A red light flashed, and a red light beam the size of a water tank flashed out, greeting the three golden flying daggers.
The speed of the red light beam was extremely fast, and after a few flashes, it collided with the three golden flying daggers.
"Boom!" With three loud sounds, the red light beam exploded, and the surrounding flames surged.
After releasing this attack, Daoist Huo Yun's face turned pale. It was clear that controlling the red mirror consumed a lot of magic power.
Wang Changsheng was shocked to find that he had lost contact with the three golden flying daggers. This meant that the three golden flying daggers were destroyed.
As Wang Changsheng expected, after a short moment, the flames dispersed, and the three golden flying daggers disappeared without a trace.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with a trace of astonishment. He looked at the red mirror with a burning gaze.
The three golden flying daggers weren't a magic treasure set, and their power was only average. However, the red mirror was able to destroy three magic treasures in one strike, which was enough to show that the red mirror wasn't an ordinary magic treasure.
Wang Changsheng's lips slightly moved a few times, and a large amount of black fog surged out from his hand. The black fog quickly concealed Wang Changsheng's figure.
If someone were to use their spiritual sense to scan the black fog, they would only find a late Core Formation cultivator hidden within.
At this moment, Daoist Huo Yun took out a red bead and let it float above his head. The red bead released a red light screen, enveloping him within.
Daoist Huo Yun formed a seal with one hand, and the red Flood Dragon trembled slightly, transforming into two smaller Flood Dragons that pounced towards the two grey-robed men.
The two grey-robed men controlled their magic treasures to attack the red Flood Dragons. When their magic treasures smashed onto the red Flood Dragons, "Clang! Clang!"
Not long after, the two of them gradually felt that they couldn't endure it anymore. When their magic treasures smashed onto the red Flood Dragons, they weren't able to cause any damage. Even if they controlled their magic treasures to chop off the heads of the red Flood Dragons, their wounds would quickly heal.
Seeing this, Daoist Huo Yun's eyes revealed a trace of complacency. He spent hundreds of years collecting large amounts of rare materials to refine a gourd of True Fire Divine Sand. The hardness of this True Fire Divine Sand was comparable to an ordinary defensive magic treasure. Apart from a few magic treasures of the ice and lightning attribute, there were very few things that could restrain the True Fire Divine Sand.
Just when Daoist Huo Yun was about to control the two red Flood Dragons to kill one of the grey-robed men, a mass of green light suddenly appeared behind him. After the green light receded, the figure of Wang Changsheng was revealed.
Wang Changsheng's body was glowing with a golden light as he held a black iron rod in both hands.
Wang Changsheng's eyes flashed with a fierce light as he smashed the black iron rod towards Daoist Huo Yun.
"Peng!" The black iron rod smashed onto the red light screen, causing the red light screen to dim rapidly.
In the next moment, Wang Changsheng's sleeves shook, and seven black lights flashed out, shooting towards the red light screen.
A blood-curdling scream rang out as the seven black lights pierced through the red light screen and pierced through Daoist Huo Yun's head.
Daoist Huo Yun's face was filled with disbelief. His eyes dimmed as his body fell towards the ground.
But at this moment, Wang Changsheng's figure flashed as he grabbed onto Daoist Huo Yun's corpse.
With Daoist Huo Yun's death, the two red Flood Dragons immediately scattered, turning into a large amount of red crystal sand and flew back into the huge bottle gourd on Daoist Huo Yun's back. The red bead also quickly fell towards the ground.
But at this moment, a red ghost claw flew out from Wang Changsheng's corpse pouch and grabbed onto the red bead, pulling it back into the pouch.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changsheng took the storage pouch from Daoist Huo Yun's waist and kept his corpse inside.
At this time, the surrounding State of Zhao's Core Formation cultivators also reacted. Three Core Formation cultivators each took out a magic treasure and shot towards Wang Changsheng.
A blue flying dagger, a golden ring, and a yellow short sword, three magical artifacts shot towards Wang Changsheng from different directions.
Before the three magic treasures could even reach him, Wang Changsheng crushed a talisman that flickered with azure light and disappeared like a gust of wind.
"Not good! Everyone, be careful!" A blue-robed old man suddenly thought of something and his expression changed as he hastily shouted.
Unfortunately, there were over ten thousand cultivators fighting on the ground and over forty Core Formation cultivators in the air. All sorts of magic treasures were clashing with one another, creating bursts of explosions.
As a result, the only ones who heard the blue-robed old man's shout were the five or six Core Formation cultivators around him. The other Core Formation cultivators in Zhao City did not hear it.
Lei Yun Sanren had a white light screen covering his body. He was controlling a three-hundred-feet-long silver flood dragon to fight against a three-hundred-feet-long blood-red serpent.
Li Ya's brows furrowed as he looked at Leiyun Sanren.
The Silver Jiao Dragon was about the same size as the Blood Python. However, the Silver Jiao Dragon was formed by the Weapon Spirit while the Blood Python was formed by the Mana. Not long after, the Silver Jiao Dragon spat out a thick bolt of lightning and struck the Blood Python.
In a flash of crimson light, the Blood Python returned to its original form and turned into a crimson longsword.
When Leiyun Sanren saw this, his face lit up with joy and he formed a hand seal. The silver Flood Dragon shook its head and swayed its tail before charging towards Li Ya.
When Li Ya saw this, his expression changed and he hastily controlled his crimson longsword to meet the attack.
But at that moment, Li Ya's pupils contracted and his face filled with shock.
Following his gaze, Wang Changsheng appeared behind Leiyun Sanren in a ball of green light. He held a black iron rod in his hand.
Wang Changsheng gripped the black iron rod tightly with both hands and viciously smashed it towards Leiyun Sanren.
With a bang, the white light screen around Leiyun Sanren could not withstand the blow and shattered. The black iron rod viciously smashed into Leiyun Sanren's head.
With a shrill cry, Leiyun Sanren's head was smashed open. Blood and brain matter splattered all over Wang Changsheng's face.
When Leiyun Sanren died, the silver Flood Dragon's body became sluggish. With a flash of silver light, the silver Flood Dragon transformed into a silver longsword and quickly fell to the ground.
At that moment, a black light flashed and quickly wrapped around the silver longsword.
The black light was a black rope. One end of the black rope was wrapped around the silver longsword while the other end was held by a woman in a red dress. The woman in the red dress was none other than Ye Mingyue.
Ye Mingyue pulled hard and the silver longsword quickly flew towards her.
Wang Changsheng grabbed Leiyun Sanren's corpse and tore off the storage pouch from her waist. The corpse was stored inside the pouch.
When Leiyun Sanren died, the surrounding Core Formation cultivators of Zhao's side paled. Before they could summon their magic weapons to attack Wang Changsheng, Wang Changsheng crushed a Wind Shadow Talisman and disappeared in a gust of wind.
In the next moment, Wang Changsheng appeared in front of Ye Mingyue.
After respectfully handing the silver longsword to Wang Changsheng, Ye Mingyue turned into a streak of red light and flew back into the corpse pouch.
Wang Changsheng took the silver longsword and casually threw it into the storage pouch.
At that moment, Wang Changsheng heard an angry shout, "How dare you kill the Old Man's disciple. Let's see if the Old Man doesn't tear you to pieces."
As soon as his voice fell, a large silver hand that was several tens of feet in size suddenly appeared above Wang Changsheng's head, and it quickly grabbed down.
Wang Changsheng's expression greatly changed and he shook his sleeve. Two blue lights flashed and met the large silver hand head-on.
With two "pu pu" sounds, the large silver hand caught the two blue lights. The two blue lights were surprisingly two short blue swords.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Wang Changsheng lightly tapped the air with his right foot and turned into a streak of black light that shot backwards. After a few flashes, he was several hundred feet away.
At the same time, a white light flew in from the distance. After a few flashes, it appeared on the battlefield. Looking at the white light's spirit qi fluctuations, it was no doubt a Yuanying cultivator.
Immortal Wang felt a powerful Divine Sense lock onto him. He didn't have time to think. With a wave of his sleeve, three black talismans flashed out. They turned into three giant black bats that were seventy to eighty feet in size and flew forward.
"Scram for the Old Man." A man's angry shout came from the white light and a silver light flew out from the white light.
With a few "pu pu" sounds, the silver light quickly pierced through the bodies of the three black bats. The three black bats trembled slightly and turned into three black talismans.
The three black talismans spontaneously combusted and in the blink of an eye, not even ashes were left.
After the silver light pierced through the bodies of the three black bats, it quickly shot towards Wang Changsheng.
The speed of the silver light was extremely fast and in a few flashes, it was several dozen feet behind Wang Changsheng.
With a "pu" sound, the silver light pierced through Wang Changsheng's body.
Seeing this, the white light suddenly stopped and the white light converged to reveal a thin old man wearing a silver robe.
The silver light circled and flew back to the silver robed old man's hand. The silver light was a silver longsword with an astonishing amount of spirit qi.
The silver robed old man saw Wang Changsheng's body floating in the air and frowned.
Wang Changsheng's body turned into specks of blue light and turned into a blue talisman. It was the Spirit-Transforming Talisman.
In the air several hundred feet away, Wang Changsheng appeared in a ball of blue light.
Wang Changsheng waved his hand and with a "sou" sound, the Spirit-Transforming Talisman quickly flew back to his hand and was absorbed into his body.
Seeing this, the silver robed old man's face turned pale. With a flick of his wrist, the silver longsword flew out of his hand and turned into a silver light that shot towards Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng's face changed greatly. Without hesitation, he crushed a Wind Shadow Talisman and disappeared in a gust of wind.
In the next moment, a ball of blue light suddenly appeared in the air a thousand feet away. After the blue light converged, Wang Changsheng's figure was revealed.
Seeing that his attack missed again, the silver robed old man became furious. He made a gesture with one hand and with a flash of silver light, the silver longsword turned into a silver flood dragon that was more than five hundred feet long and rushed towards Wang Changsheng.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng's face changed greatly. At this time, he was seven to eight thousand feet away from the Yuanying cultivators of the Qi State. If he flew all the way, he wouldn't be able to run far.
The silver flood dragon was clearly a transformation of the tool spirit. Looking at its size, it was at least a seventh grade monster beast when it was alive.
Thinking of this, Wang Changsheng turned his hand and a shining red talisman appeared in his hand. There was a red phoenix flying on top of the talisman. It was the Spirit-Subduing Talisman.
Wang Changsheng patted the Spirit-Subduing Talisman on his body. With a flash of red light, the talisman disappeared in a flash.
In the next moment, Wang Changsheng's body emitted a bright red light.
A huge phoenix shadow appeared behind Wang Changsheng. It was more than a hundred feet in size.
As soon as the phoenix shadow appeared, it let out a crisp bird cry.
The phoenix shadow flew into the sky and circled around. Then, its body rapidly shrank and disappeared into Wang Changsheng's body.
Wang Changsheng's face twisted and a phoenix pattern appeared on his back. It was a few inches large and bright red.
In the next moment, Wang Changsheng's head was intact. His hands turned into a pair of red wings and his feet turned into a pair of red claws. He had turned into a half bird and half human.
At this time, the silver flood dragon also rushed in front of Wang Changsheng. It was less than thirty feet away.
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