Lou Xiaoyi was very satisfied, very satisfied!
Fairy Su Ren was very sensible. She had arranged for those warmongers who were unable to walk out from the shadows of war! Perhaps they were also the backbone of the Winged Men?
These people were the most dangerous existences. They would spoil everything when they faced each other! If they hurt others, they would also hurt themselves! To humans, they were the best targets for annihilation.
"Sister Su, I'll go alone. Can you help me intercept those who slipped through the net from afar? Since these Winged Men are true warmongers, their combat experience should not be lacking. I can't guarantee that I can catch all of them in one go … "
Su Ren knew what he really meant. He did not want her to be involved in this. This was very awkward. They had come together, but they could not advance and retreat together. However, she had to admit that this suggestion took into account their reputation. It was indeed the best way to wipe out the enemy.
For people like these, if they wanted to kill, they had to kill them all. Otherwise, there would be endless trouble.
Lou Xiaoyi played it down. "If the Hidden Wings came alone after I made my move, they might not gang up on me in order to save face. If there were two of us, they would have a reason to gang up on me …"
Su Ren snorted. Although she could understand the Swordsman's feelings of not wanting her to be in danger, being looked down upon like this still made her feel uncomfortable. It was still an irrefutable reason. It reflected the Swordsman's meticulous style, which was completely different from his external appearance.
No matter how crazy or rude he was, when it came to taking care of her, the Swordsman had shown full of gentleness. He treated his friends with gentleness and dared to pierce through the sky when facing enemies. This was the impression that Xuanyuan had left on the world. Especially since Li Wuya, this style became more and more obvious.
Swordsman was the most hated orthodoxy in the Universe's Cultivation World. However, they were also the friends that cultivators were most willing to make in private. If you had a real Swordsman as a friend, it meant that you had a real shoulder to lean on.
Humans were just that complicated and contradictory.
She didn't want to be a pure spectator. Moreover, with her understanding of the Winged Men, she couldn't completely stay out of this. Once the fight had turned red, no matter how rational a person was, they would be swayed by their emotions. Unless they withdrew from Wings Spanning Heavens, they wouldn't be truly safe.
Lou Xiaoyi slowly approached this small red nebula. With the help of his powerful divine sense, the situation inside the nebula became clear at a glance.
The red color was due to the special mineral dust in it. In addition, the Winged Ones here had intentionally or unintentionally embellished it, as if to show that they were different from the rest. It seemed even more ferocious and aggressive.
The number of auras within the nebula was relatively small. Unlike the nebulas he had encountered before, which had at least thousands or even tens of thousands of Winged Ones, there were only about a thousand Winged Ones here. However, even though the number was small, the quality was very different. There were basically no Air Force Wings here. Sixty to seventy percent of them were Flight Wings, while thirty to forty percent were Skywings. Just in terms of strength alone, they were far more powerful than the few large nebulas he had encountered before.
However, to him, this didn't mean much. The current him could easily kill even the most powerful Demi-Immortal Peak. He had mastered close to twenty Tao states, which allowed his flying sword to be the most effective against almost any orthodoxy!
After the ability of Tao state exceeded a certain limit, it would slowly display its power and become more and more obvious. This was the deeper reason why one's swordsmanship had improved by leaps and bounds by cultivating Tao state instead of swordsmanship. On this point, his path was completely different from Li Wuya's.
Before he could get close, dozens of Winged Ones had already flown out. Their expressions were different, but there was one thing in common. Their eyes revealed the ferocity of discovering prey. If it wasn't for the difference in their realms, they probably wouldn't even bother to talk to him and would just tear him apart.
They were ruthless, but Lou Xiaoyi was even more ruthless than them!
He directly said ruthlessly, "The Heaven's Eye of the Main World is here to search for the remnants of Zerg! Leave the nebula within fifteen minutes. Don't leave behind any personal belongings. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that everything will be the same after the search! "
How could they listen to such a rude provocation? One of the Winged Ones roared, and dozens of them instantly formed a battle formation and circled down. At the same time, a large number of Winged Ones in the red nebula began to move. The Winged Ones were rude and unreasonable, but they weren't stupid. They knew that the only way to kill a human Demi-Immortal was through numbers and sacrifice!
They weren't afraid of death!
Seeing that the Winged Ones didn't even have the most basic manners and were even more direct than him, Lou Xiaoyi was very satisfied. This was how it should be. What was there to talk about? Communication without a common language was a waste of time. It was best to use his fists directly.
As soon as he opened his head, the sword river surged out. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight Winged Ones had already fallen under his sword! There was a convenient thing about killing a race like the Winged Ones. It was that he didn't have to search for their past or future. He only had to deal with their stronger present!
How could his opponents in the present world be stronger than him? What really troubled him was actually the superb concealment techniques of the orthodox Daoists and Buddhists. The Winged Ones were his favorite opponents.
He didn't move because the situation wasn't suitable!
The sword river swept past, taking away the lives of the Winged Ones. Blood mixed with bird feathers in the sky, making for an exceptionally cold scene! This immediately made the Winged Ones go crazy. They couldn't bear to see blood. Whether it was their own blood or the blood of their enemies, it would only make them even crazier!
Otherwise, they wouldn't be worthy of being called the Berserkers of the Winged Ones!
Wave after wave of Winged Ones surrounded the motionless, infuriating human, and began to launch a deadly assault! They were indeed the battle maniacs of the Winged Ones. There were nearly a thousand Winged Ones in the nebula, and none of them retreated. Even the Yuanying Winged Ones were using their lives to open up a path of death in the sword river!
This strategy wasn't completely useless. Although there were still Winged Ones falling under the sword from time to time, it was no longer like when seven or eight Winged Ones were killed at the same time at the beginning of the battle. A three-dimensional sphere with no blind spots attacked from all directions, splitting the power of the sword river. This made it difficult for the Swordsman to gather their swords to kill while protecting their inner circle!
This was the correct use of numbers. The winged people were very proficient in this, but there was a prerequisite. Everyone had to be unafraid of death. Once there were those who did not put in effort, those who did not put in effort, those who would rather die than themselves, such a method would be a joke.
But the Berserkers of the Winged Ones weren't afraid of death. That was what they said, and that was what they did.
This was a strange scene. To put it simply, it was like a big ball encircling a small ball. The small ball was formed by millions of surging sword lights. They surged tirelessly according to a special pattern, like a layer of flowing water, blocking any attack from any angle or direction.
The big ball was made up of nearly a thousand Winged Ones. It was a little messy, but as they rose and fell, they were all attacking the small ball with no regard for their own safety! They were like seagulls, circling, looking for opportunities, diving, and then bouncing back, covered in wounds …
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