The scimitar swept upwards while the goose wings slashed downwards. The scimitar was thin and light while the goose wings were thick and heavy. The two arcs crossed each other and sparks of life and death were ignited in the collision!
The whole battle was dull and clumsy. Due to the large number of cultivators, there were not many eye-catching tactical combinations. Only this time, it was filled with the art of battle. Therefore, it attracted the attention of countless people.
What the monks wanted to know was the true strength of this individual Swordsman team and who was the leader!
What the Swordsman wanted to know was that this was obviously not the style of Xiao Wuwo and Feng Baili. Then, who was the one who took over the command of this team?
In a battle like this, the best steel would definitely be used on the blade. Sparks flew everywhere as the battle dragged on! Not only the Swordsman wanted to end the battle quickly, even the arhats were enraged. They did not delay any longer. The Buddhists also had their moments of anger!
Cultivators were constantly pushed out of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard. Some were dead while some were barely alive. Because both sides were in a frenzy, they did not care about the rules of the battle anymore. They wanted to kill quickly to boost their morale. Therefore, the battle progressed very quickly.
To the Swordsman, this was a good thing because it was exactly what they were good at. It was also the main reason why Lou Xiaoyi used the Demon Blade. He wanted to make this team the star of the battle and force the monks into a fast pace. This was also the foundation of his team's ultimate victory. It was impossible for him to win against eighty people by himself!
It didn't matter to the Buddhists. When the monks were really angry, their brutality began to shift toward the meridians in their bodies. With the protection of the Buddhists, once the Vajra was angry, they would never do this. If their opponent was a top Sword Range like the Xuanyuan Sword Sect, they wouldn't do this.
The battle between the two sides was so fast that even Lou Xiaoyi did not have the time to move around in a large area. He could only quickly finish off every opponent that appeared in the goose wings formation in front of him so that the Demon Blade did not have any stagnation or obstruction!
This was a hot-blooded battle!
The Demon Blade's advantage was its sharpness at the front of the formation. That was Lou Xiaoyi's position! However, the goose wings had the advantage of being balanced as a whole.
When Lou Xiaoyi saw that there were no more opponents in front of him, Fiendish Blade's team caught up with him. Of the forty-nine people, only thirty-seven remained!
The monks were not even as good as them. Eighty people and fifty-nine people! Of course, the main difference lay in Lou Xiaoyi. Not only did the Swordsman in the Demon Blade Formation understand this, but so did all the Cultivators on the battlefield!
In the distance, Gao Yang took a deep breath. Of the eighty or so Swordsman that came from the Rainbow Sect, only thirty or so were left. He didn't know how much longer he could hold on, but now, he felt that the threat from the Arhat Formation had lessened.
Looking at the individual guest team, he had mixed feelings. The strength of this Carefree Mask was above that of an ordinary Mask. It seemed that he didn't want to join the Seven Color Sword Sect's team because he didn't want to be bound by others and listen to others' orders. He would rather form his own team!
People with ability were all like this, and there was nothing strange about it. However, if this guy had shown such strength earlier, he wouldn't have minded handing over the Rainbow Sword Sect's team to him!
How many people did this guy kill? How many victories did he have? To be able to make the entire sword formation jump, he had won at least eleven of his previous battles. This time, he had won seven more battles against Cleave. Then, he was now …
Lou Xiaoyi didn't give his subordinates any time to catch their breaths. Once the Swordsman's attack began, it would never end until the opponent collapsed!
"Continue!"
The Swordsman quickly changed positions, and those who didn't participate in the previous battle switched positions. Then, they felt as if they were flying!
Five jumps at a time!
In an instant, the scimitar mercilessly swung at the monks who didn't even have time to regroup!
This was Lou Xiaoyi's continuous, saturated attack strategy that relied on speed! The goal was to completely scatter them, and then, with the advantage of local advantages, cut them down bit by bit!
In a battle between cultivators, speed was eternal!
This time, the scimitar was still a scimitar, but the wild goose wings were no longer complete! The wild goose wings weren't tight enough. There were empty spaces inside, and scattered blades outside. With this contact, the situation immediately changed!
Lou Xiaoyi finally had the chance to clear out the unyielding monks!
What left everyone dumbfounded was that although the monks still had the advantage in numbers, the situation was turning hopelessly in favor of the sword cultivators!
The true strength of the Moon Demon Scimitar came in the second and third slashes! Until the final scimitar became a cleaver!
In the second contact, the monks had shrunk down to thirty-six people, while the Swordsman was left with twenty-nine people. The gap was shrinking!
Following that was the third slash! This time, the monks had no formation to speak of. The wild goose wings had long disappeared, and their positions were scattered. With a charge, they immediately collapsed, and there was no way to save them!
This was the first time that the Swordsman had won a local battle in a situation where Bitter Zen had the upper hand in the overall situation of the Heaven and Earth Chessboard. It indicated something that made people ponder!
Seeing the remaining twenty or so Swordsman once again form the Demon Scimitar and rush towards the rear of the Anti-Arhat Formation, the meaning behind it was thought-provoking!
The leaders of the Sword Vein Alliance quickly reached a consensus to mobilize the elite commandos to continue attacking the left flank. They weren't mediocre people, and they could tell that among the two Arhat Formations, the one most likely to hide the flag was the Anti-Arhat Formation that they were attacking. The only thing they couldn't do was attack deep enough!
At the same time, Bitter Zen Monk also reacted. When the Sword Alliance's last reserve team entered the battle, they were also certain that the Sword Alliance's flag wouldn't be on the left flank. Because if it was on the left flank, they wouldn't dare to attack so recklessly.
Where else could it be? The Seven Colors Sword Sect had already been beaten to a pulp, and the lone Swordsman had taken the initiative to attack. It could only be hiding in the group of Xiaozhong Mountain that had been acting so wretchedly!
The battle situation suddenly sped up!
The Sword Vein Alliance's left flank launched a frenzied attack! This time, they were going all out, and they wouldn't give up until they broke through the formation!
Jue Fei's Main Arhat Formation sent out two hundred people to surround Xiaozhong Mountain, while the remaining cultivators and the Anti-Arhat Formation merged together to defend against the Sword Alliance's attack!
It was a competition to see who could capture the position of the other party's flag faster!
The situation became chaotic. Whether it was Bitter Zen's Arhat Formation or the Sword Vein Alliance's attack formation, they were no longer as tight as before. A large number of empty spaces appeared in the formation. This was also the result of a large number of people being exhausted after a long battle!
At this point in the battle, both sides only had about a thousand people. Bitter Zen still had about seven hundred people left, and the Swordsman was even worse, with only about four hundred people left!
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