Wang Chong watched from the sidelines, his mind in turmoil as he watched this battle between righteous and evil.
By dispatching only two experts, the Black Yin Sect had already caused a great deal of chaos in the Zhengqi League.
Moreover, they did not linger in battle, maximizing the damage they could inflict.
"Get ready!"
At this moment, the Zhengqi League disciples on the mountain responded. Relying on the terrain of the mountain, the Zhengqi League disciples formed a formation. The winds howled as Wang Chong coldly watched.
The body of one of the Zhengqi League disciples flashed with light as Stellar Energy burst out of his body and entered the body of a second Zhengqi League disciple. Then, together with the second disciple's Stellar Energy, they charged toward the third disciple …
In the blink of an eye, the Stellar Energy in the bodies of ten-some Zhengqi League disciples had merged into a small sword formation that began to spin.
The sword formation's targets were the Black Yin Ancestor in the sky and the two Black Yin Sect experts on the ground.
Boomboomboom!
One, two, three. On the huge mountains, from top to bottom, the Sword Formations began to operate rapidly. They were like gears that were constantly turning, independent of each other but also connected to each other.
"Attack!"
In the next moment, the earth cracked and the mountain crumbled. Several dozen sword formations of various sizes spat out hundreds of sharp swords, which transformed into pillars of light that howled toward the Black Yin Ancestor in the sky.
At that moment, all was silent. Heaven and earth were silent. It was as if time had stopped. Even Wang Chong had lost his calm smile, his expression turning grave.
This was the first time he had seen the disciples of the sect fight together. Everything felt novel to him, completely different from the battle methods he was familiar with.
The communication between the disciples was simple, fast, and effective, allowing each person to exert their full strength. In the face of this attack, even the Black Yin Ancestor in the sky showed a wary expression. His body moved left and right in the air. Thump! Thump! Thump! The dragon's tail swung and the dragon's body rammed, knocking away countless flying swords. Almost none of the flying swords managed to strike the Black Yin Ancestor in midair.
The Black Yin Ancestor's Stellar Energy was so powerful that some of the flying swords were shattered upon impact.
Although the Mysterious Yin Great Ancestor appeared to be unbridled and unbridled, Wang Chong could tell that even the Mysterious Yin Great Ancestor was fearful of the six or seven hundred Zhengqi League disciples and the dozens of sword formations on the mountaintop, and would intentionally or unintentionally avoid the sharpness of these sword formations during the battle. Even so, the Zhengqi League's situation was far from optimistic.
"Kill! — "
"Kill these people from Zhengqi League!"
At this moment, a series of earth-shattering battle cries rang out from the foot of the mountain.
In such a short time, the experts of the Xuanyin Sect had already arrived at the foot of the mountain at lightning speed.
"Be careful! Send out twenty sword formations to stop the disciples of the Black Yin Faction at the foot of the mountain! "
While Wang Chong was still in shock, Song Youran took command and began to direct the Zhengqi League disciples on the mountain.
"Boom! Boom!" In an instant, a series of furious roars rang out. The disciples of the Zhengqi League on the mountain were flustered. They immediately turned their spears around and aimed at the experts of the Mysterious Yin Faction at the foot of the mountain.
A deafening sound rang out, as if two black and white torrents had collided heavily. Both sides had engaged in close combat. The battle had just begun, but it had already entered a white-hot stage.
Pu! Pu! Pu! The sound of sharp blades piercing through bodies rang out incessantly. Before the disciples of the Zhengqi League could react, their bodies were already pierced through, and they fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene, the faces of everyone on the mountaintop instantly turned pale.
"Quick, send word to the Alliance Lord and Martial Uncle. Only when they return will we be able to deal with the Black Yin Ancestor."
Song Youran's lips were trembling, but she maintained her composure. The current situation was extremely disadvantageous to the Zhengqi League.
The alliance lord was not present, and eighty percent of the league's fighting power had been taken away by him to search for the Origin Immortal Palace and the Evil Emperor.
The Black Yin Ancestor had chosen this moment to attack when the Zhengqi League was at its weakest. Moreover, as one of the titans of the evil path, the Black Yin Ancestor was so powerful that it was simply impossible to stop him.
When it rains, it pours. Song Youran was even more worried about what would happen next. Boom! In a flash of light, a massive black Qilin suddenly descended from the sky and smashed into the summit, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Martial Uncle!"
Song Youran paled at this sight. But this was far from over. A moment later, a massive black dragon descended from the heavens, crashing into the Righteous Alliance's Sword Qi. "Aaaah!" Screams filled the air as the sword formations crumbled.
"Together!"
With fierce shouts, the experts of the Zhengqi League gathered into a sword formation and attacked the Black Yin Ancestor.
"Young Master Qingyang, retreat!"
Song Youran noticed Wang Chong behind her and anxiously called out.
Rumble! A series of explosions resounded in his ears, and the billowing airwaves rushed out for dozens of meters. Song Youran's group simply did not have the strength to stop them. With no time to say anything, Wang Chong quickly retreated with Song Youran's group.
The Black Yin Ancestor was extremely powerful, and Wang Chong could sense that his Stellar Energy was as tough as steel. To be able to cultivate his energy to this level meant that he had long ago reached an inconceivable level of cultivation. No matter how one looked at it, the Black Yin Ancestor was definitely one of the most difficult characters to deal with.
"Kill!"
The sounds of fighting could be heard as the Black Yin Ancestor at the summit, the Black Yin Sect experts at the base, and the two Black Yin Sect Protectors halfway up the mountain were like tigers charging into a pack of wolves. The situation on the mountain quickly became extremely unfavorable for the Righteous Alliance.
Screams filled the air as one Righteous Alliance disciple after another dropped into pools of blood.
The Black Yin Sect had apparently been prepared for this attack, and the entire Zhengqi League had suffered massive losses.
Bangbangbang! Countless Zhengqi League disciples were caught off guard and dropped to the ground like weeds, their blood flowing down the mountain and staining the earth red.
"No matter what, we have to stop them!"
Song Youran's face was pale as she watched the Zhengqi League disciples fall, but her expression slowly became determined.
"Song Jue, hurry and take Young Master Qingyang away!"
Song Youran suddenly said. The wind howled, causing her black hair to dance in the wind.
"What about you, Senior Sister?"
Song Jue said.
Clang! The cry of a sword answered Song Jue's call. Song Youran unsheathed her sword and used her movement technique to charge toward the place where the battle was most intense.
Halfway up the mountain, the two Black Yin Sect Protectors were rampaging, destroying one sword formation after another and causing the Zhengqi League's sword formation to shrink by thirty percent. Moreover, the entire Zhengqi League was unable to focus on the battle. They posed a far greater threat than the Black Yin Sect experts at the base of the mountain.
"Senior Sister, it's dangerous!"
Song Jue had not expected Song Youran to deal with those two powerful and dangerous Black Yin Sect Protectors.
The gap between the two sides was simply too great. Song Youran charging forward was suicidal!
"It's too late! I don't know when Martial Uncle and the others will return. If we don't stop them, the entire Zhengqi League will be killed. "
Song Youran clenched her teeth and joined the battle, joining the other Zhengqi League experts in attacking the two Black Yin Sect Protectors.
Swish! The air whistled as evil and sinister Sword Qi pierced through the air like sabers.
It was the same Demon Ghost Art, but in the hands of these two Black Yin Sect Protectors, it was many times stronger. The gap between the two was simply incalculable.
Bang! One of the Zhengqi League experts failed to dodge in time and was struck by a sinister demonic claw. In a flash, his clothes were torn to shreds, his chest caved in, and he was sent flying like a ragged kite. Swish!
Song Youran had just entered the fray when there was a flash of bloody light as she was struck by a bolt of energy, leaving a massive wound on her shoulder. Blood flowed out, but Song Youran clenched her teeth and showed no intention of retreating.
"Crane Flight Art!"
Song Youran raised her sword and used the illustrious Crane Flight Art of the jianghu.
This Cultivation Technique was created for women, and it required a sharp sword to be used. Once it was used, the user's speed would greatly increase, and they would become as light as a crane. Moreover, they would be able to spin the sword in their hands at an extremely high speed. It possessed inconceivable destructive power and could easily tear through a martial artist's Stellar Energy.
Song Youran had not been strong enough to use this art, but she had no time to worry about such things now.
In the distance, a Black Yin Sect Protector had transformed into a twenty-foot-tall demon, his body shrouded in black energy as he fought his way up the mountain. Around him, the Zhengqi League experts roared as they attacked from all sides.
Ding!
Song Youran's sword clanged as she stabbed at the Black Yin Sect Protector, who was clearly much stronger than her. Boomboomboom! Destructive waves of Black Yin energy exploded toward the Zhengqi League experts and Song Youran.
The air howled as an intense sense of danger welled up in her heart.
Black General Impermanence!
A sliver of despair flashed through Song Youran's mind. The two great experts of the Black Yin Sect, Black General Impermanence and White General Impermanence, were known as the Twin Fiends of Impermanence. The two of them had killed countless righteous martial artists in the martial arts world, and their cultivation levels were far too high. She alone was no match for them.
"Step onto the Qian position!"
Song Youran clenched her teeth and took a step forward.
"Move to the Li position!"
At this critical moment, Song Youran took a step to the side, narrowly avoiding Black General Impermanence's fatal blow.
"Flying Willow Catkin!"
Song Youran immediately followed suit, almost instinctively using the technique that Wang Chong had taught her against Wei Changting. Swish!
A wisp of Sword Qi shot forward, accompanied by the sound of tearing silk. Song Youran's sword had not struck Black General Impermanence, but it had still managed to tear through his robes.
Even Black General Impermanence was taken aback by this sudden attack.
"Foul girl, you're seeking death!"
A harsh shout rang out as a pair of sharp eyes locked onto Song Youran from within the roiling black clouds, a deep fury in them.
Song Youran panicked and finally lost her composure.
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