Shrill sounds of fighting, muffled grunts, and earth-shattering roars of spells rang out continuously near the southern city wall.
The Demons that surged over like a tide could not take down this section of the city wall.
This was because the Demons had concentrated their true powerhouses on another battlefield and placed most of their forces in other areas of Longcheng Pass.
However, the will of the sword cultivators of Nanjian Pavilion was unquestionable.
The Ancient Sword Master did not turn his head, but he also knew that less than half of the sword cultivators of Nanjian Pavilion were left.
He did not look too far away.
Because he did not have the ability to care about other things.
Even the southern city wall was difficult for him to defend.
However, the Ancient Sword Master was not dispirited, sad, or disappointed.
He just did his best.
As long as he killed at least several times more enemies before he died, it was enough.
In this way, he could puff out his chest and die proudly.
Coincidentally, sword cultivators were the best at killing.
Therefore, at this moment, the Ancient Sword Master was very glad that he was a sword cultivator.
He raised the Ancient Sword in his hand and leaped forward. With a slash, he split a demonic cultivator's body into two halves and then split them apart.
He followed the demonic cultivator's split body and continued to move forward with his long sword.
Suddenly, his hand holding the sword froze.
The chaotic and noisy battlefield also fell silent for a moment.
Because at this moment, some people appeared in front of the sword cultivators of Nanjian Pavilion.
Yes, they were people.
However, they were not reinforcements.
Longcheng Pass had fallen into chaos and was in an abyss of suffering. At this time, no one could still support their southern city wall.
The people who appeared were cultivators of Spirit Huan Sect.
There were not many of them, only a few dozen.
However, each of them was once a high-level cultivator of Spirit Huan Sect and had an extraordinary status in Longcheng Pass.
However, at this time, these high-level cultivators appeared in the camp of the Demons, opposite the sword cultivators of Nanjian Pavilion.
The Ancient Sword Master narrowed his eyes and looked across.
Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "So, the reason why the Demons appeared in Longcheng Pass is because of you, because of Spirit Huan Sect?"
A thin old man walked out of the dozens of Spirit Huan Sect cultivators.
He wore a green robe with a black sun and a waning moon embroidered on it. They intersected with each other yet were clearly separated, like a Taiji diagram.
She was one of the three Sect Leaders of the Spirit Huan Sect, the Lunar Sect Leader.
"It's us." Lunar Sect Master admitted.
"How does it feel to be betrayed?" The Ancient Sword's master didn't ask for the reason.
Since they had done so, it didn't matter what the reason was.
"I didn't betray you," the Lunar Sect Master said meaningfully.
"However, you don't need to know the reason. After all, what's the use of knowing a dead person?" The Lunar Sect Master sneered.
When the Ancient Sword's Master saw this, he did not show any anger or fear on his face. He only tightened his grip on the sword in his hand.
These emotions were not only detrimental to the battle, but would also fuel the enemy's arrogance.
The Ancient Sword Master used his finger to gently stroke the tip of his sword. Finally, he slowly raised his sword and pointed it at the Lunar Sect Master.
He suddenly laughed out loud.
"So what if the Spirit Huan Sect is the number one sect in the Central Spirit Region?"
The Ancient Sword's master stopped laughing and said coldly, "Today, the Southern Sword Pavilion will subdue the senior!"
"Who's willing to accompany me?" he asked.
The Sword Cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion around him answered in unison. They were fearless, and there was only a frenzied will to fight.
Hence, their swords hummed.
.....
Longcheng Pass, eastern wall.
This was the main battlefield of Longcheng Pass.
There were seven Venerable Realm cultivators in Longcheng Pass.
The Spirit Huan Sect had four of them. They were the Four Spirit Sovereigns: the Azure Dragon Sovereign, the Vermilion Bird Sovereign, the White Tiger Sovereign, and the Black Tortoise Sovereign.
The Beast Cultivators' Venerable Titles were Sovereigns.
After that, there were three Venerable Realm cultivators from the five top sects under the Spirit Huan Sect.
Sect Master Dawnstar, Spirit Venerable Nine Lotus, and Martial Emperor Light Wind.
These were all the Venerable Realm cultivators in Longcheng Pass.
Currently, six of the seven Venerable Realm cultivators in Longcheng Pass were gathered at the eastern wall.
The six Venerable Realm cultivators consisted of the Spirit Huan Sect's three Sovereigns on one side and the five top sects of the Central Spirit Region on the other.
Just the pressure waves they emitted caused the surrounding space to distort slightly.
"Vermilion Bird Sovereign, White Tiger Sovereign, Black Tortoise Sovereign … You're betraying your clans!" Daoist Master Dawnstar looked at the opposing camp, and his voice boomed.
The three Sovereigns of the Spirit Huan Sect did not reply to Daoist Master Dawnstar's accusation and question.
The Vermilion Bird Sovereign snorted coldly. "Attack!"
With his order, the three Sovereigns took a step forward and stepped into the void.
The places where the three of them stepped on rippled like the surface of a lake. Their bodies flashed with dazzling light as they pushed their divine power to the limit.
The light grew brighter and brighter. Finally, it shot into the sky and shot toward the bright moon in the sky.
"Rumble!"
The "bright moon" that rose from the Bright Moon Formation in the sky suddenly bloomed with an even brighter and brighter light.
"Clang!"
The moonlight turned into a beam of divine light that connected the heavens and the earth. It shot out like a sword being unsheathed, and it emitted a metallic sound. It also sounded like a dragon's roar that resounded through the nine heavens.
A terrifying scene appeared.
The beam of moonlight zigzagged through the sky. Wherever it passed, dazzling stars shone.
A total of nine stars lit up at this moment.
The nine stars lined up like pearls, and together with the bright moon, they formed a straight line that rained down a hundred thousand moon swords.
The hundred thousand moon swords rapidly enlarged as they descended. Each one of them became indomitable, towering between the heavens and the earth, connecting the heavens and shaking the earth.
Such terrifying and bright moon swords, each one filled with boundless divine power, could kill enemies in all directions. They all slashed down together.
Moreover, they did not slash down randomly. Instead, they formed a formation that intertwined with each other and enveloped the world.
Each moon sword was a formation point. The hundred thousand moon swords formed a world of their own.
This scene was strange and magnificent, magnificent and magnificent.
This scene caused the faces of the three Venerated Realm cultivators to turn slightly pale.
As cultivators guarding Longcheng Pass, how could they not understand the power of the Bright Moon Formation?
It was precisely because of this formation that they were able to intimidate the Demons, who were far stronger than them.
But today, three Venerated Realm cultivators would be controlling the Bright Moon Formation to deal with the three of them.
The outcome was obvious.
The moon swords were about to descend.
Daoist Master Dawnstar, Spirit Venerable Ninelotus, and Martial Emperor Light Wind could not help but tense their bodies at this moment.
Martial Emperor Light Wind's expression was solemn. His body glowed as he unleashed all kinds of precious techniques.
He leaped into the air and stood in front of Daoist Master Dawnstar and Spirit Venerable Ninelotus.
Even though he had cultivated to the level of Daoist Master and Spirit Venerable, he could not change the fact that Dharma Cultivators and Spirit Cultivators were physically weak.
However, this was only relative to Venerated Realm cultivators.
As a Body Cultivator and a Martial Emperor, Martial Emperor Light Wind had the responsibility to stand in front of Dharma Cultivators and Spirit Cultivators.
This was the unspoken rule of the cultivation world.
Martial Emperor Light Wind's body unleashed endless precious techniques that connected together and exploded. It was an extremely magnificent sight.
The hundred thousand swords were like a moon river that was about to drown Martial Emperor Light Wind's body.
Clang! Clang! Clang!
The ten thousand swords and endless moonlight struck Martial Emperor Light Wind's body. Sparks flew everywhere.
"You can resist," the Vermillion Bird Overlord said indifferently as he watched this scene.
Then, he clasped his hands together.
Tens of thousands of Moon Swords opened up and weaved into chains. They formed a cage of swords, trapping Martial Emperor Qing Feng within.
It was not that they could not kill him, but they had to save him for last.
Thump! Thump!
Thump! Thump! Loud noises were heard. Within the cage of swords, Martial Emperor Light Wind's body was dazzling. His fists had the power to destroy the heavens and the earth. He was constantly attacking the cage.
The Bright Moon Formation was set up by a Daoist Master. It was extremely powerful. How could it be broken so easily?
The three Sovereigns of the Spirit Huan Sect were not flustered at all. They did not move at all. After seeing that Martial Emperor Light Wind was temporarily trapped, they looked at each other. The three of them seemed to have a tacit understanding as they shouted at the same time.
The remaining eighty thousand moon swords were divided into two groups. They were all slanted and pointed forward. With a whistling sound, they surged forward like an ocean and slashed toward Daoist Master Dawnstar and Spirit Venerable Ninelotus.
It was like a sea of moon was boiling. It was impossible to see the real scene clearly. One could only feel the endless mighty power.
The void was being destroyed, and the heavens and the earth were being torn apart.
Daoist Master Dawnstar and Spirit Venerable Ninelotus sneered.
Although their physical bodies were weak, since their cultivation had reached the peak of Venerable, it was impossible for them not to have defensive Dharma spells.
However, when Martial Emperor Light Wind blocked the first wave of attacks for them, they seemed indifferent and did not hurry to use defensive Dharma spells.
Naturally, it was not because they were stupid, nor was it because they were scared silly.
They were just using the instant that Martial Emperor Light Wind had bought for them to build up their killing intent.
It was because of the Bright Moon Formation that Longcheng Pass could defeat the strong and stop the powerful Demons, preventing them from passing through Longcheng Pass.
However, it was now three against three.
The three Sovereigns of the Spirit Huan Sect who controlled the Bright Moon Formation were in an invincible position.
Daoist Master Dawnstar, Spirit Venerable Ninelotus, and Martial Emperor Light Wind were aware of this.
Under such circumstances, passively defending would at most buy them some time.
However, this time was meaningless in a war.
Therefore, they could only attack.
Only by attacking could they do something.
Daoist Master Dawnstar and Spirit Venerable Ninelotus attacked at the same time.
A ray of starlight bloomed from Daoist Master Dawnstar's finger.
It was a tear-like Dharma artifact that streaked across the void.
At first, it was very thin. It was because of this that it could find a gap in the surging moon swords and pass through it.
After passing through the moon swords, the starlight grew thicker and swept through heaven and earth.
The White Tiger Overlord smiled.
He clasped his hands together indifferently.
Moonlight bloomed once again, and a light barrier formed by moonlight enveloped his body.
The power of the Bright Moon Formation was never limited to 100,000 moon swords.
Otherwise, how could it intimidate the Demons?
The starlight was like a dragon as it slammed into the moon shield.
The moon shield only trembled slightly.
On the other side.
A huge object suddenly appeared in the sky above Spirit Venerable Ninelotus.
It was an endlessly beautiful lotus with nine layers stacked on top of each other. There were a total of 108 petals.
As soon as the lotus appeared, it bloomed.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
In an instant, the 108 petals swept over and collided with the moon swords that filled the sky.
However, the two simply brushed past each other. Although they seemed to have collided, they didn't collide at all. It was as if they didn't exist in the same space.
This was because Spirit Venerable Ninelotus had used a Primordial Spirit attack. It was invisible.
"It's the Nine Lotus Soul Technique," said the Black Tortoise Overlord. He immediately recognized Venerable Ninelotus' technique.
In truth, they had guarded Longcheng Pass together for so many years. Although they didn't know each other like the back of their hands, they were still very familiar with each other's techniques.
The Nine Lotus Soul Technique was Spirit Venerable Ninelotus' most famous technique. It killed the Primordial Spirit and attacked the Sea of Consciousness.
"However, we're least afraid of Primordial Spirit attacks." The White Tiger Overlord smiled mysteriously.
He reached out and flicked his finger.
A dot of black light bloomed from his fingertip.
The White Tiger Overlord's expression was incomparably calm.
With his fingertip as the center, a huge black lotus began to appear. The lotus leaves swayed gently.
Bang!
The lotus petals of Venerable Ninelotus' Nine Lotus Soul Technique pierced the rippling black lotus.
The lotus leaves swayed and blocked the invisible petals.
"I have a lotus as well." The White Tiger Overlord chuckled.
"That's all you've got. What can a mere Nine Lotus Soul Technique do to me?" he said indifferently. "When it comes to Primordial Spirits … we're the experts."
Spirit Venerable Ninelotus was stunned.
He could accept that his attack had been blocked, but he couldn't accept that it had been blocked so easily.
"Who are you?" He couldn't believe it. "How is this possible …"
The Black Tortoise Overlord was a beast cultivator, but his mastery of the Primordial Spirit was even more terrifying than his own?!
How was this possible?
It was like saying that a mechanic was more tanky than a tank. Who could accept this?
The White Tiger Overlord smiled mockingly. He opened his mouth to say something.
At this moment, something unexpected happened.
A black lightning snake streaked across the sky and descended, passing through the boundless moonlight.
It was a sword cultivator.
He was the strongest sword cultivator in the Central Spirit Region.
The South Sword Pavilion's sect master, the Northbow Sword Master.
Why was there only the South Sword Pavilion's vice sect master, the Ancient Everlasting Sword Master, on the southern wall?
This was because the sect master, the Northbow Swordmaster, guarded the eastern wall that faced the Demons!
The Northbow Swordmaster's body shone with dazzling light. Then, the dazzling light focused on the Northbow Sword in his hand.
This was a strike that cost him his life.
Boundless power of heaven and earth and all of the Northbow Swordmaster's life force fused into this strike.
In the next moment, the Northbow Swordmaster tossed out the Northbow Sword.
"Whoosh!"
The Northbow Sword shot out like a flying sword.
Apart from the moon sword, the Northbow Sword also shot down from the sky!
It was like a shooting star streaking across the sky, becoming more and more dazzling.
At this moment, the entire void seemed to fall silent.
The three Supremacies of Longcheng Pass were all paying attention to this strike.
They knew that the Northbow Swordmaster had used his life force to unleash this strike.
Although they were sad, they still hoped that this strike would succeed.
Longcheng Pass didn't have any Sword Immortals, but there was the Northbow Swordmaster, a Tier Eight sword cultivator with Tier Nine combat prowess.
Sword cultivators' offensive power had always been unparalleled.
Thus, in terms of pure offensive power, this strike surpassed even Daolord Dawnstar, the Ninelotus Supremacies, and Martial Emperor Clearwind.
They had unleashed all of their techniques to protect the Northbow Swordmaster's strike.
"The Northbow Swordmaster … a suicidal strike." The Vermillion Bird Hegemon frowned, his calm expression changing for the first time.
There was no way to dodge this strike.
… …
After unleashing this strike, the Northbow Swordmaster closed his eyes.
He'd used a suicidal strike.
He'd used a suicidal strike to end his own life.
There was no way he could tell others how decisive he was.
In the final moments of his life, the Northbow Swordmaster thought back to the brief conversation he'd had a few minutes ago.
"We've already lost."
"We can't hold on any longer. Longcheng Pass will definitely fall tonight."
"That's the truth. There's no need to deny it."
"We're no match for the three Supremacies of the Spirit Huan Sect when they use the Brightmoon Formation, not to mention the Demons who are far more powerful than us."
"Since the outcome has already been decided, we have to fight this battle with the mentality that we'll definitely lose."
What did 'the mentality that we'll definitely lose' mean?
"Since we're going to lose, let's lose beautifully."
They couldn't wait for the Demons to kill them.
They had to seek death.
Only by seeking death would they be able to kill their enemies.
Only by sacrificing their lives would they be able to end their enemies' lives.
This was their stance that they would definitely lose.
.....
The battle at the southern wall was still raging.
The Ancient Swordmaster led his sect's sword cultivators and fought to the death at the southern wall.
At this moment, his right arm was already empty, and blood was gushing out of it.
He didn't care.
After all, he'd used his right arm to trade for the life of the insufferably arrogant Lunar Sect Master.
It was worth it!
Exhilarating!
He didn't care how many enemies he'd killed.
In any case, any enemy who tried to pass through the southern wall, whether they were from the Spirit Huan Sect or the Demons, had already been reduced to corpses.
However … …
The Ancient Swordmaster's vision was starting to blur. His magic power had long since dried up.
However, he was already exhausted.
Moreover, it had been a long time since he'd heard the hum of another sword.
In the end, the battle at the southern wall was ended by a stab in the back.
A saber pierced through the Ancient Swordmaster's back, pierced through his heart, and finally came out from his chest.
A violent force spread out from the saber almost instantly. It directly extinguished the Ancient Swordmaster's life force.
In the last breath of his life, the Ancient Swordmaster did not turn around. He merely stared at the Devil Cultivator before him.
He knew that the sword cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion had all been sacrificed.
That was because he'd always been at the forefront.
Hence, only when his comrades had fallen would he be injured by the enemy behind him.
The battle at the Southern Sword Pavilion had reached its final moment.
'If only I could hold on for three more breaths,' he thought in the end.
If he had three more breaths, he would be able to kill the Devil Cultivator before him.
However, General Long Chengfei was here.
Tonight, all the sword cultivators of the Southern Sword Pavilion would be flying generals.
Before they died, not a single Demon would be able to pass through the southern wall.
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