Wu Zhiqi was clamoring for a life-and-death struggle, but Su Xin knew that he was just putting on a brave front.
As the Master of the Joyous Cult, Wu Zhiqi was actually panicking.
Su Xin pointed at Wu Zhiqi and said, "You're wrong about one thing. It should be you who dies and I who lives. After this battle, there's no need for your Joyous Cult to exist in this world."
After saying this, Su Xin did not waste any more words with Wu Zhiqi. He directly ordered tens of thousands of Shadow Guard warriors above the Innate Realm to attack the Joyous Cult!
In terms of numbers, the Joyous Cult's men were similar to Su Xin's men. There were tens of thousands of disciples of different ages.
However, the problem was that only one-tenth of the Xiantian realm martial artists were in the Xiantian realm. That was around a thousand people. The rest were mostly Houtian realm martial artists.
Moreover, the low-level warriors of the Joyous Cult were not famous for their combat strength. The two sides had just come into contact and the Joyous Cult's men were already showing signs of weakness.
Wu Zhiqi gritted his teeth but did not retreat.
Under his feet was the foundation of the Joyous Cult that had been accumulated for hundreds of years. Unless there was no other way, he would not give up the foundation of the Joyous Cult.
At the same time, he still had one last trump card, which was the martial arts forces of the Longxi Path.
Even ants could kill an elephant. The combined power of the martial arts forces of the Longxi Path was amazing. Even if they could not stop Su Xin's men, they would still suffer heavy losses.
Su Xin looked at Wu Zhiqi and said faintly, "Are you still waiting for the martial arts forces of the Longxi Path to come? Don't waste your time. Even if they come, they won't be helping you. "
Upon hearing this, Wu Zhiqi's expression suddenly became a little flustered, but he suppressed it in an instant.
He thought that Su Xin knew that there was some turmoil in the Longxi Path, so he said such a thing.
However, what Su Xin didn't know was that although some forces in Longxi Path wanted to stir up trouble in the dark, most of the forces were still biased towards the Joyous Cult. Hence, Wu Zhiqi still had some confidence.
At this moment, a group of martial artists from the outside world also rushed in. There were tens of thousands of them, and they were the local martial artists of the Longxi Path.
Wu Zhiqi heaved a sigh of relief when she saw these people. She was glad that the Patriarch of the Joyous Cult had made the right choice.
In the past, when the Blissful Cult had just decided to establish their sect in Longxi Path, they had considered whether they should wage a bloody war with the local martial arts forces or adopt other means to control Longxi Path.
Fortunately, they had chosen the latter and passed on the Dual Cultivation Method to the local martial arts forces in Longxi Path, turning them into peripheral members of the Joyous Sect. That was the reason why today's situation was like this.
Just as Wu Zhiqi was about to smile, the leaders of the Longxi Path forces walked out and cupped their hands towards Su Xin. "Greetings, Lord Su!"
The smile on Wu Zhiqi's face froze on the spot, and finally, it turned dark.
He never thought that all the martial arts forces in the entire Longxi Path would choose to betray him and stand on Su Xin's side!
It should be noted that there were some martial arts forces that had a very close relationship with the Joyous Sect. It could be said that they were bound together for good or bad.
Wu Zhiqi pointed at those people, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.
Those sect leaders who originally had opinions about the Joyous Cult naturally didn't say anything, while those who originally sided with the Joyous Cult lowered their heads.
Originally, they had a close relationship with the Joyous Cult. As long as the Joyous Cult existed, their status and interests in Longxi Path would naturally be guaranteed.
But now, they were facing a behemoth like Su Xin, and the choice Su Xin gave them was very simple. If they didn't stand on his side, they could die.
What should they do? They only had a relationship with the Joyous Cult, but they didn't sell their lives to the Joyous Cult. In the end, their choice was obvious.
"I know your relationship with the Joyous Cult, so I won't force you this time," Su Xin said faintly. "All of you, go to the periphery and defend. If there is a fish from the Joyous Cult that escapes the net, then you can take action. My people will be the main attacker."
The local martial arts forces in Longxi Path heaved a sigh of relief and cupped their hands in salute. "Thank you, Lord!"
They naturally knew the strength of the Joyous Cult. If they didn't participate in the main attack, they could still accept it. That way, they would have fewer casualties.
"Kill!" Su Xin waved his hand and said coldly.
As his voice fell, the warriors of the Shadow Guard rushed forward, while the warriors of the Northwest Army took out the Dragon-Slaying Crossbow and began to fire.
After the experience in the Northwest Path and the later Liangzhou Path, these people's teamwork was very good.
The Shadow Guard's individual combat ability was very strong, so they could attack freely.
Moreover, the Northwest Army was good at large-scale joint operations.
This was not the first time the two sides had cooperated. This time, Su Xin didn't even bring Gao Changqing with him. It was enough for the Northwest Army's lieutenants to command.
Su Xin waved his hand, and Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu behind him immediately surrounded Wu Zhiqi, preparing to attack her.
In fact, Su Xin could destroy the Merriment Cult and Merriment Temple on his own. However, even a lion would use all its strength to capture a rabbit. Su Xin was afraid of any accidents, so he brought Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu with him.
Wu Zhiqi almost vomited blood when he saw this scene. He pointed at Su Xin and shouted, "Su Xin! You are shameless! "
With the strength Su Xin had shown in the ancient battlefield, Wu Zhiqi had no confidence that he could beat him one-on-one.
Even so, Su Xin still joined forces with two Yang God Realm warriors to besiege him. How could a person be so shameless?
Su Xin sneered and did not answer because the Flying Blood Sword in his hand was the answer.
This time, he was here to kill, not to compete with Wu Zhiqi.
The sooner he killed Wu Zhiqi, the more strength he could spare to deal with the other Joyous Cult people. In this way, his men could also reduce some losses.
The Flying Blood Sword in Su Xin's hand carried a trace of an evil arc. Suddenly, a boundless wave of blood rose and drowned Wu Zhiqi.
At the same time, Cai Sanyuan's Great Yin-Yang Palm also fell. Yin and Yang Qi constantly strangled each other. Suddenly, Wu Zhiqi felt that the True Qi in his body was being constantly consumed under this power.
On Yue Dongliu's side, sword energy also soared into the sky. The majestic sword energy was like a river flowing east, and it suddenly made Wu Zhiqi feel great pressure.
Putting Su Xin aside, Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu were not to be trifled with.
Wu Zhiqi was confident that he could defeat his opponent one-on-one, but it was a bit tricky to fight against two.
Not to mention that the main attacker was Su Xin. Under this series of attacks, Wu Zhiqi could not hold on for more than 10 moves.
Looking down at the Joyous Cult warriors who were still being slaughtered by the Shadow Guards and the Northwest Army, Wu Zhiqi's eyes showed a trace of despair.
Previously, he had thought of running away if he could not win, but now it seemed that Su Xin had already set up an inescapable trap for him. Even escaping had become an extravagant hope!
A trace of fierceness flashed in Wu Zhiqi's eyes. A pink mist suddenly burst out from his body, and his fat body suddenly strangely shrunk. He became like a dried corpse that crawled out of hell.
But at the same time, a shadow of Maitreya appeared behind Wu Zhiqi. Amidst the Buddhist hymns, the Western Paradise emerged. At this time, Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu felt that they were being pulled into the Western Paradise at the same time. It felt so wonderful that they did not even want to move a finger!
They knew that something was wrong, but in this Western Paradise, they could not control their own strength. It was as if their bodies were not their own.
At the same time, the Maitreya shadow behind Wu Zhiqi blasted out with its palm. The void was torn apart, and endless astral winds surged out. Its target was not Su Xin, but Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu who had been pulled into the Western Paradise!
He knew that he was no match for Su Xin. Even if he used his life-risking secret technique, he still could not defeat Su Xin.
So from the beginning, Wu Zhiqi did not look at Su Xin. Instead, he stared directly at Cai Sanyuan and Yue Dongliu.
Both of them were experts under Su Xin. Even if he had to risk his life, he would cripple them and make Su Xin's men lose their vitality!
However, just as his palm was about to strike, the sword in Su Xin's hand was already in front of the two of them!
The Twenty-Third Sword was unsheathed, and the void froze. It could kill immortals and gods!
So what if Wu Zhiqi fought with his life? In terms of strength, he was already much weaker than Su Xin.
The sword flashed, and endless sword energy completely destroyed the palm. This caused Wu Zhiqi to spit out a mouthful of blood.
Su Xin did not stop. After getting close, he pointed out with his finger. Immediately, the endless Qi of heaven was repelled. The Nemesis Finger fell, and the Maitreya shadow behind Wu Zhiqi shattered!
A look of despair flashed across Wu Zhiqi's eyes. He had lost. He had completely lost.
So when Su Xin stabbed his chest, Wu Zhiqi did not even resist.
However, at this moment, he suddenly widened his eyes.
This was because after Su Xin's sword stabbed his chest, he did not use sword energy to tear his heart and meridians. Instead, he used the sword as a guide to continuously suck away the blood in his body!
Wu Zhi Qi suddenly thought of something. He wanted to shout but unfortunately, as a large amount of blood was sucked away, he could not even say a word. He could only watch as his body turned completely cold and finally fell to the ground with a loud thud!
Su Xin expressionlessly pulled out the Flying Blood Sword. The sword was as red as blood, but there was no trace of blood.
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