Please do not worry about me.
Wei Sheng's expression was normal but his mind was in turmoil.
When the threads of blood energy neared Lin Qian, they would be twisted into powder.
How … … how could he also reach god-level!
The roar actually contained a faint Dragon Might.
Lin Qian threw away his stray thoughts. He was at a disadvantage but he did not fear. He smiled freely. "Alright! Kun Lun Eldest Shixiong, Wu Kong Eldest Shixiong, then let us end this in the name of Eldest Shixiong! "
He watched as it gradually calmed down from its explosive state. The ripples of power dissipated into the air.
A thread of warmth flashed through Bie Han's eyes.
The entire battalion had exploded in front of Lin Qian.
Mu Xuan Battalion was the battalion that had the most variations he had ever seen. They were like a puddle of flowing water that could change battle formations at will.
It was a pity that Yang Yuan Hao was much more cunning and unpredictable. If it wasn't that Gu Liang Dao was so desperate for revenge, Kun Lun would not have been able to find his location so easily.
The exploding shen power formed a wild ocean that immediately swallowed Lin Qian. He tightened his grip on the Immemorial Sword. The shield of light protected him. Lin Qian was filled with regret.
Gu Liang Dao's death was undoubtedly a great blow to Mo Cloud Sea. Thinking about this, Lin Qian was very satisfied.
The surging power seemed to find a target and flooded over. Each wave of power was insignificant to Lin Qian but they were too dense, and there were too many of them!
This Sin Battalion was probably the most expensive battalion in the world.
Five star formation breaking!
The shield of light immediately shattered. This was Shuang Yu's final counterattack before death.
Master above, disciple Wei Sheng has finally waited for this battle!
Raising his head, Lin Qian's eyes turned a metallic blue-white. The sharp sword essence gained a hint of solemnity and authority.
A thread of sorrow flashed through Wei Sheng's eyes.
The two shen swords, one blue and one red, faced each other like old enemies.
When the last memorial tablet was placed, the last shackle in Bie Han's heart was broken. The new Sin Battalion made him feel like he was a newborn baby with joy and hope.
In the next moment, a tall figure carrying a sword appeared in front of Lin Qian.
As the shield of light shattered, Lin Qian's Immemorial Sword shook and a circular sword circle appeared in front of him.
Destroy indiscriminately? Such a pity … …
Rest in peace.
The [Arsonist] on Bie Han suddenly shone brightly, and the raging flames quickly entered Bie Han's body. Layers of flames flowed along the surface of the Divine Weapon. Feathers that looked like flames grew wantonly.
The formation before him changed again and again. Strands of sword gleams were like a huge whirlpool. Any forceful attack would be peeled away by these exquisite sword gleams until it dissipated completely.
Mu Xuan also knew the strengths and weaknesses of her battalion.
Suddenly, Lin Qian seemed to detect something. Almost at the same time, a strong and unstoppable power heavily hit his light shield.
In the lonely and cold days of Xuankong Temple, they watched him study tactics under the dim light. They listened to him murmuring to himself by the pond. No matter how hard it was or how miserable it was, they never left him.
Complicated transformations that lacked power were just flowery moves without substance.
Another four thinner red dots flew towards the four corners of the vortex.
Pa pa pa!
Wei Sheng shook his head, "The sword I cultivate is different from yours."
He reached out with a finger and pointed at the center of the sword energy whirlpool.
The Immemorial Shen Sword in Lin Qian's hand trembled violently. Countless sharp sword essences criss-crossed in the sky.
His stubborn calmness caused his heart to be as cold as ice at any time.
The present Sin Battalion was not the Sin Battalion of the past. The new Sin Battalion possessed complete souls. From their birth, they were connected to Bie Han's mind. They were closer to mo steeds but they still retained the fighting instincts of Sin Battalion. Almost all of Mo Cloud Sea's shen crystals had been invested into Sin Battalion.
"Brother Wei, how have you been?" Lin Qian was warm and courteous. "I hadn't thought that Brother Wei had also entered god-level. Brother Wei has finally found your own sword path, as expected of us sword xiu."
Peerless Kun Lun and the little mountain sect Wu Kong Sword Sect were finally on equal footing in Lin Qian's words.
Mo fighting methods!
Bie Han's eyes were dark and cold. A cold curve appeared at the corner of his mouth. Having let go of the barrier in his heart, Bie Han was still stubborn, still mad, but even calmer.
As though he was wrapped in fire, Bie Han's heart was as cold as ice.
Such a stubborn opponent!
Lin Qian knew that his scheming had been wasted. He had just been lightly wounded. If it was anyone else, he would not be afraid. He hadn't expected Wei Sheng to also be god-level. In a battle between god-levels, this seemingly insignificant wound was enough to be fatal.
Lin Qian looked in the direction the howl had come from. The distant horizon seemed to be dyed in blood, a patch of red that was unspeakably terrifying. A figure seemed to cut through the bloody sky and charged in this direction with astounding speed.
Wei Sheng!
Wei Sheng was god-level!
In the past, Sin Battalion had been filled with the presence of death, but the present Sin Battalion was filled with vitality.
He could see the other's intentions. Mu Xuan wanted to delay him until reinforcements arrived.
She suddenly recalled that Bie Han was the only battle general that was skilled in both the xiuzhe and mo fighting methods. Sin Battalion was also the only battalion that could use both the fighting methods of the two races.
Those seemingly real faces reminded him of the memorial tablets in the Island of Tranquility's Altar of Tranquility that were as neat as a forest. None of the memorial tablets were missing. All of the past members of Sin Battalion had rested here.
He raised his head, his eyes becoming cold again. Mu Xuan Battalion that was changing battle formations at an astounding pace did not cause any ripples in his mind.
Lin Qian's pupils suddenly contracted.
Mu Xuan's expression changed slightly.
Bie Han took a deep breath. Balls of fire suddenly flew out of every member of Sin Battalion. Thousands of balls of red flame rose into the sky in a beautiful display.
"If it was anyone else, I would give them a chance to fight fairly. Our battle is not a matter of swordsmanship, but a death grudge. " Wei Sheng did not avoid Lin Qian's gaze and said honestly, "I once made a sword oath to destroy Kun Lun as a sacrifice to Wu Kong. Today, if you don't die, then I will! "
Feeling the boiling fighting spirit of the Immemorial Shen Sword in his hand, Lin Qian lowered his head and murmured to himself. He was unusually determined, "Master, this disciple will not shame the name of Kun Lun!"
Bie Han's gaze swept across Sin Battalion.
The world seemed to turn into a bloody hell.
This was the first time he had been wounded after becoming god-level.
He hadn't expected Wei Sheng to be so honest. This kind of person could not be shaken with words.
He had come a step too late!
In terms of changing battle formations, Mu Xuan was confident that her battalion had reached the peak. No battalion was perfect and flawless.
If it was a normal battalion, they would find it troublesome to encounter such an enemy.
What made Lin Qian's heart sink was that other than the faint dragon presence, Wei Sheng had a presence that was the same as his. Lin Qian knew what this represented.
Lin Qian sighed inside. Gu Liang Dao's last counterattack was the peak of his ability to control battle formations. Using battle formations and astounding control skills to cause the entire battalion to explode in an instant. This kind of thing was unheard of. Even Lin Qian had to admit this was an opponent worthy of respect.
At this time, a howl came from far away.
Wei Sheng's tone was as sonorous as the hum of a sword. The God-Killing Blood Sword howled as it pointed at Lin Qian.
The residual shen power ripples in the air showed everything that had just happened. But when Wei Sheng's gaze landed on Lin Qian's face, it turned to steely determination.
God-level!
He had originally wanted to use words to provoke Wei Sheng. No one could match Wei Sheng's devoutness towards the sword. He had thought that Wei Sheng would be tricked by the name of the sword. At the very least, it would leave a shadow in Wei Sheng's mind.
Lin Qian pointed his sword at Wei Sheng. His white robes fluttered and his presence was astounding.
A blinding dot of red light floated towards the center of Mu Xuan Battalion like a falling spark. It did not end. Bie Han's other four fingers pointed at the air like he was playing a zither.
Bie Han looked at the dazzling changes in Mu Xuan Battalion and seemed to not see it. His expression did not change at all.
In his field of vision, the figure suddenly disappeared.
※ ※ ※
The icy blue mo matrix on her face and neck flashed with eerie light.
She was not afraid of the unreasonable fighting tactics of the Devil Race! In her view, the mo's fighting methods were barbaric, lacking in technique, and simplistic. She did not fear ordinary mo battle generals. While it was said that one could defeat ten, the limit of change was that softness could overcome hardness.
"Yes." Lin Qian nodded. "The path of the sword is different. It is hard to know who is right and who is wrong. But it is possible to determine who is weak and who is strong. Wei Sheng, in the name of the sword, do you dare to fight me? "
A famed general of a generation died like this.
The grass and trees on the ground quickly withered, the rivers dyed bright red. Terrifying cracks appeared on the ground that flowed with bright red blood.
His unintentional actions in the past had provoked such a great enemy. It could only be said that fate played tricks on people.
The surging power exploded at his fingertips.
He stepped over the border of darkness and despair and touched the warmth of the sunlight.
It was a pity that many people forgot that before the battle with Shang Yu Sheng, Bie Han had never relied on mo fighting methods to become a top battle general.
The God-Killing Blood Sword in his hand seemed to feel the grief and anger in Wei Sheng's heart. It vibrated and vibrated. The entire sky turned blood red like a roiling sea of blood. Furious killing essence filled the world.
But for Bie Han, he could see the other's weakness with a glance. Mu Xuan Battalion pursued change and was lacking in power.
It was a pity that if Mu Xuan knew that Xue Shao had been stopped by Gongsun Cha and that Mi Nan had suffered great casualties, would she still be like this?
The wounds were not serious and could be healed after a few days of rest. Lin Qian did not care. It really was worth it to use this price to destroy a top battle general and a top battalion.
His mind seemed to be in turmoil. In the battle of the Central Plains, he had seen with his own eyes how Wei Sheng had burned his shen power and fought to the death. He knew what the result of burning shen power was. With Wei Sheng's strength in the past, burning shen power meant death. Even if he was lucky enough to survive, he would be a cripple.
The sword circle shattered.
Lin Qian gave a muffled grunt. Using this power, he broke free of this furious sea of power.
Having broken free, Lin Qian looked at this sea of power from afar.
The transformation of battle formations was one of Bie Han's best weapons.
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