Killing in All Directions
As he spoke, Liu Wentian exuded a sense of helplessness.
Just as he had said, Fan Wujie wielded the legendary ancient sword and possessed unparalleled strength. No one was his match. However, Fan Wujie alone was unable to change the outcome of the battle.
The reason why the Ancient Star Sect had retreated was because they did not want both sides to suffer and fall into a predicament. However, Fan Wujie's murderous intent was too strong. He did not care about the cost and continued to chase after them.
"This battle was started by the Ancient Star Sect, and the ones who retreated were also from the Ancient Star Sect. At this moment, you say that the outcome of the battle doesn't matter anymore. Don't you think that your words and actions are very stupid?"
Fan Wujie wielded the legendary ancient sword and his body was covered in the ultimate light. However, his face was filled with bloodthirst and cruelty. His eyes swept across the front and mocked continuously.
He slowly raised the legendary ancient sword and pointed the tip of the sword forward. He said, "Moreover, the outcome of the battle is not up to you to decide. Since I dared to chase after you, the final victor will definitely belong to the Wanjian Pavilion!"
As his words fell, Fan Wujie's body soared into the sky. The ancient sword slashed out like a ray of flowing light. It ignored the thousands of meteors and directly killed its way into the great array.
He waved the ancient sword and the sword light shone brightly, covering the sky and the sun. He directly slashed forward. The sword's momentum was unstoppable. No power could withstand its merciless attack. In just an instant, more than a thousand martial artists in front of him died.
"You can't even withstand a single blow!" Fan Wujie said coldly. His body turned into a ray of light and rushed into the crowd. He directly disrupted the Ancient Star Sect's great array. As the sword light flashed, there were screams everywhere. More than a thousand people were killed.
One must know that the might of the legendary ancient sword was extremely terrifying. Even a Nirvana Realm expert like Liu Wentian was unable to forcefully receive it. How difficult would it be to kill these warriors?
At this moment, Fan Wujie was enveloped in the light of the ancient sword as he shuttled through the formation of the twenty-eight mansions like a fish. It was as if this killing formation that could destroy the heavens and extinguish the earth was formless, unable to obstruct him at all. Even though starlight constantly bombarded him, it was unable to shake off a single strand of sword light.
Boundless sword might blossomed from the legendary ancient sword. In addition to Fan Wujie's nirvanic energy, the might of a single sword easily killed over a thousand people. Under the continuous stream of sword light, he had simply transformed into a god of slaughter, exterminating all existences.
Under Fan Wujie's three attacks, the vast and dazzling Twenty-Eight Mansions Grand Formation gradually dimmed. The number of people who died under his sword was even greater. There were more than seven thousand people.
"Gather the shadows of the constellations and stop Fan Wujie!"
Gu Fanxing almost roared. In the end, he had still underestimated the power of the legendary ancient sword. At this moment, although Fan Wujie was only one person, the threat that he brought was far greater than the twenty thousand people in Wanjian Pavilion.
However, this also made Gu Fanxing no longer confused.
As long as Brahma Wujie was killed, the chaotic battle would come to an end.
"Once Fan Wujie dies, Wanjian Pavilion will definitely be destroyed. We don't have to care too much about the rest." A Yin-Yang Realm expert of the Ancient Star Sect roared loudly. The light of Wu Ling bloomed from his body and directly merged into the great array.
In an instant, the great matrix buzzed, and the phantoms of the 28 constellations appeared. Each of them was extremely solid, and the starlight gathered in the void. It was like a storm was rolling up, and it was also like a hurricane was sweeping across, causing the space to begin to crack inch by inch.
However, in the face of such a terrifying attack, Fan Wujie's face did not show any fear. A sharp and mocking laugh suddenly sounded from his mouth.
At this moment, he slowly raised his head. His eyes, which were filled with sword light, seemed to be able to pierce through the bodies of the Ancient Star Sect experts and pierce their hearts, causing their minds to tremble violently.
This strange feeling was also felt by Gu Fanxing and Liu Wentian. Both of them felt an ominous feeling in their hearts at the same time.
"Die!"
Fan Wujie let out a low roar. His figure suddenly appeared below the eye of the array. The ancient sword, which was wrapped in dazzling sword light, stretched out and attacked the three Yin-Yang Realm experts in front of him.
The three Yin-Yang Realm experts were horrified. They hurriedly activated the shadows of the constellations, wanting to block Fan Wujie's attack. However, in front of the ancient sword, they had no power to fight back.
Puff!
The monstrous sword light descended, piercing through the bodies of the three experts at the same time. Fan Wujie's arm trembled, and the sword flashed wildly, directly turning the three corpses into a bloody mess.
After this sword, the people in the battle were momentarily stunned. They looked at Fan Wujie, who was like a god of slaughter, in a daze. The current Fan Wujie's strength was too terrifying. Not only did he ignore the 28 constellations formation, but he also killed three Yin-Yang Realm experts with one sword. It was no wonder that he dared to speak so arrogantly.
"Now, do you still think that I'm seeking my own death?" Fan Wujie's posture was high as he looked up at the people of the Ancient Star Sect. He gently waved his sword, and the sword light soared into the sky, annihilating the seven constellations above his head.
In an instant, the crowd was speechless.
The people of the Ancient Star Sect felt suffocated and a sense of helplessness welled up in their hearts. To Brahma Wujie, the 28 Mansions Grand Formation was nothing. Every time he waved his sword, it was like the God of Death had descended, easily reaping countless lives.
Even the Yin-Yang Realm experts couldn't resist his sword light. When the sword fell, three people died. It was like chopping melons and vegetables. It only increased the number of casualties.
Unlike the people of the Ancient Star Sect, the people of the Wanjian Pavilion were ecstatic. They all looked at Fan Wujie with eyes full of fanaticism and worship. Their fighting spirit burned fiercely and didn't dissipate for a long time.
"Attack! Destroy the Ancient Star Sect!"
At this time, someone let out a roar, causing the people of the Wanjian Pavilion to react. They directly rushed towards the Ancient Star Sect. Everyone's killing intent was even more intense, and there was even a hint of madness. It was as if they wanted to destroy everything in front of them.
As the disciples of the Wanjian Pavilion killed their way into the constellations formation, the scene became chaotic. Over there, either the starlight broke through the sky or the sword light spun. When they collided, strong winds swept out and directly turned into a terrifying hurricane. Anyone who was enveloped by the hurricane would die without a doubt.
In a short period of time, more and more corpses piled up on the ground. The people of both sects had suffered losses, but the more desperate the battle was, the crazier it became.
No one wanted to lose, let alone die on the spot.
Thus, they could only fight to the death.
While the two sides were immersed in killing, on a lonely peak not far from here, three figures stood. They looked into the distance and took in the chaotic battle.
These three people were Lin Tianchong, Wu Jing Xue, and Chu Xingyun.
Lin Tianchong's eyes focused on Fan Wujie. He frowned slightly and said in a somewhat serious tone, "The difference in the number of people between the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect is huge. However, after the appearance of the legendary ancient sword, the Wanjian Pavilion has turned the situation around and vaguely gained the upper hand. As expected of the supreme Imperial Weapon, it is indeed tyrannical and unparalleled."
"So what?"
Wu Jing Xue snorted coldly and continued, "The closer the strength of the two sides is, the more chaotic the battle becomes. The people of the Wanjian Pavilion and the Ancient Star Sect are constantly decreasing. In total, there are only 40,000 people left. The number of Yin Yang experts is even fewer. There are only ten of them. Most of them died at the hands of Fan Wujie."
"Judging from the results of the battle, the two sects are exhausted and their battle strength is gradually diminishing. After a while, we can seize the opportunity to attack and catch them off guard!"
After saying this, Wu Jing Xue turned his head to look at Chu Xingyun. However, Chu Xingyun looked calm. He waved his hand and said unhurriedly, "The time is not ripe yet. If we attack now, it will be a little too hasty."
"In the battle between the two sects, countless people will die every minute and every second. The deaths of these people will continue to accumulate hatred and killing intent. The more chaotic it is, the more terrifying the battle will be. Obviously, this is the result that we are happy to see."
"After countless people die, the murderous aura will fill the sky and increase the strength of the Jingtian Army. The souls of those martial artists will be absorbed by the sword slaves and become the purest nutrients. This is the reason why the enemy is weak and we are strong."
"Since this is the case, why don't we just watch this show? Why are we in a hurry to attack?"
Chu Xingyun's words were very calm, but the coldness that seeped out made Wu Jing Xue and Lin Tianchong shiver. Their gazes froze and a trace of fear rose in their hearts. They felt as if they couldn't recognize Chu Xingyun.
However, Chu Xingyun didn't care about their gazes. His blood-red eyes were filled with demonic light as he continued to stare at the chaotic battlefield in front of him. His demonic indifference was everywhere.
However, at this moment, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in Chu Xingyun's eyes.
The glimmer was like water that flashed in his eyes. In the end, it turned into a teardrop that seeped out from the corner of his eye and slowly slid down his cheek.
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