In the blink of an eye, this rain of swords from the bottom to the top had killed more than 30 immortals who had been invited by Li Yang to step down from the altar.
However, the sword formation near the Imperial Astronomer was still rapidly rising into the sky. Each sword was like a raindrop. The densely packed tips of the swords pointed at the Imperial Astronomer at the same time. The Imperial Astronomer had unknowingly turned into a cage to trap beasts.
The civil officials of the imperial court who were condemned by thousands of people would probably die without any illness. The generals on the battlefield would most likely become hedgehogs when faced with thousands of arrows. In short, they would not have a good ending. Now that the thousands of swords were hovering, ready to strike, the immortals who were pointed at by countless swords would not feel good.
On a high wall about a mile away from the Imperial Astronomer, two spectators sat swaggering. One of them was dressed in snow-white clothes and the other in a bright red robe. The man in white sat on the wall with one leg bent and the other leg hanging on the wall. A wine pot was tied to his wrist with a red string. He raised his head and drank a mouthful of wine. Then he laughed softly and said, "Peach Blossom Sword God, does this move look like the way I welcomed guests in the heavy rain at the gate of Dunhuang City?"
Đồng Thái, who had been called out, finally appeared. He stood not far away from the white-robed Luo Yang and nodded. "It does, but the momentum is bigger than yours."
The former number one devil of Beimang, or the current leader of Zhulu Mountain, Luo Yang, stared at the battlefield in the distance that could be said to be unprecedented. She pondered and said, "After being a lonely soul for 800 years, I have seen many ascended immortals and banished immortals. I know a little about the ways inside. More than 60 grandmasters of Longhu Mountain descended to the mortal world together. Due to the restrictions of the Heavenly Dao, most of them are no more than Vajra Realm physique and Finger Mystery Realm Qi. At most, they have mastered a few greatly reduced Xuannong of the immortals. They only look like immortals on the earth. They are like paper tigers. They can scare people, but they can't kill people. However, the seven or eight of them standing in the middle, even if their cultivation has been reduced, are at least in the Celestial State. They can't be underestimated, especially the three Immortals in the middle. They are all Taoist Saints, aren't they? "
Đồng Thái placed one hand on his chest and rubbed his chin with the other. "The one with the sword is the first grandmaster of Longhu Mountain. The one with the lotus on his head should be the first Immortal of Liyang Dynasty. It is said that the Purple Golden Lotus Pond in the Taoist Mansion was created by him. and the one riding of the white deer is Qi Xuanzhen's uncle.. They are all well-known figures. If they were about to ascend but had not yet entered the Celestial Gate, they would be powerful. They would be real Divine Transcendents. But now, they are just ordinary Earthly Immortals. They lose because their bodies are not strong enough, but they win because they understand the Way of Heaven … Well, since they are in the human world now, especially when they are facing that guy, this is not an advantage. "
Suddenly, a man in a green robe appeared leisurely. In terms of bearing and demeanor, the Peach Blossom Sword God was thousands of miles away from this one. Even if the latter had white hair on his temples, when he stood next to Đồng Thái, one looked like a country bumpkin while the other was a famous scholar. Comparisons were odious. It was no wonder that Đồng Thái's disciple wanted his master, who was not good at appearance, to recite poems every time he rode a donkey. The green-robed Confucian paid attention to the movements at the Imperial Astronomer's side. He sighed and said, "Đồng Thái, Luo Yang, facing more than sixty First Grade Realm cultivators, including three Saints, how would you feel if you were in their shoes?"
Đồng Thái thought for a moment, then said seriously, "If we kill until our hands are tired, we might need to switch swords a few times, and we won't be able to kill them all."
Luo Yang smiled and said, "It's not easy to kill, and it's not easy to escape."
For some reason, Cao Changqing, who still had not left the capital to return to Guangling, looked a little helpless.
Luo Yang seemed to ask casually, "Đồng Thái, after Li Chungang borrowed your sword, will there be a day when you can truly wield a sword?"
Đồng Thái said indifferently, "Even if there is a day, it won't be today. My friendship with that guy is long gone. Don't expect me to interfere this time."
Cao Changqing said in a low voice, "It's starting!"
A giant semicircle enveloped the Imperial Astronomer's sword formation. Tens of thousands of swords shot out simultaneously.
The deer-riding immortal lightly pulled on the reins, and the white deer beneath him took a light step forward.
The white deer's hoof stomped down, and like a boulder thrown into a small lake, a vast ripple instantly spread out.
It was like hearing the sounds of nature.
The flying swords' momentum instantly froze, but the flying swords were too fast and fierce. They only paused for a moment before continuing to charge forward.
The white deer's second hoof stomped heavily on the ground, and the majestic Qi once again spread out.
The flying swords were once again slightly slowed.
Using the earth as a bell, each time the white deer stepped forward, the immortal's voice would violently strike the bell.
When the white deer was thirty steps away from the gates of the Imperial Astronomer, the flying swords that covered the sky like a swarm of locusts had already begun to slow down from their rapid flight.
The thousand-odd heavy cavalry on both sides of the street raised their blades to meet the enemy. The dense mass of flying swords pressed down, suffocating. Although their speed had greatly decreased, they still continued to descend with a momentum that could be slowed down but could not be stopped.
As the saying goes, gods are three feet above one's head.
Now, there were flying swords three feet above.
Several cavalry did not believe this, and were even more unwilling to wait for death. They jumped high from their horses and slashed at the flying swords.
The war blades were like knives cutting through water. They seemed to easily cut through the water, and the flying swords were unharmed. However, the flying swords that had been slashed by the cavalry's war blades were the first to leave the sword formation, and disappeared in a flash.
In the next moment, six cavalry seemed to have been pierced through by a crossbow, and were nailed to the ground from the air. There were no tangible flying swords on their corpses, but a fist-sized bloody hole appeared on each of their bodies.
They were seeking their own deaths.
A cavalry commander saw that the situation was not good and angrily shouted, "Dismount! Without military orders, no one is allowed to draw their blades! "
The heavy cavalry dismounted, and did their best to distance themselves from the flying swords.
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