You call this the way of the sword?

On the ruins of Huicheng, demon warriors appeared one after another.

They release visible aura fluctuations, which become stronger the higher their level.

This fluctuation is not formed naturally, but rather is a concrete manifestation of the conflict between the battlefield rules eliminating external forces.

In other words, the one who is forced to cross over must leave before the energy fluctuations disappear.

Therefore, the strategic objectives of a amphibious assault are very clear, and every action is a race against time.

Upon arriving at the battlefield, the demon race's warriors didn't exchange many words. They immediately launched an attack upon seeing the sword spirit, employing a comprehensive suppression strategy.

At first, a flash of black light disappeared, and then a barrier sealing off the space suddenly opened.

The barrier was so large that even Yang Qingfeng and Qiao Lie in the sea of ​​clouds were trapped inside, unable to dodge in time.

Then came a series of instantaneous skills that ripped through the sky, illuminating the ruins while striking the Sword Soul.

One after another, figures shot past, leaping in front of the sword spirit with lightning speed and using fists, feet, weapons, and intense magical fluctuations to launch close-range attacks.

A loud bang.

Amidst the sudden explosion of rubble and dust, the sword spirit burst forth from the smoke and sped through the air.

Under Yang Qingfeng's command, it did not engage the opponent head-on, but instead turned and ran.

Fengtian's objective was not to annihilate the enemy, but to delay them.

If we can hold out until our reinforcements arrive, this battle will be a victory, but that won't be easy.

Despite escaping immediately, Sword Soul still suffered some damage from the shockwave of the opponent's attack, and the situation began to deteriorate instantly.

Yang Qingfeng leveled up to level 24, and his Sword Soul level also increased to level 34.

Its four-dimensional attributes are already 12500, but it is still not enough to deal with high-level demons and ghosts.

Less than 5 seconds into full-speed flight, two stone cones suddenly shot out from the ground.

With two loud bangs, the stone cones struck the sword spirit one after the other, accurately blasting it into the sky at high speed.

Then several iron chains suddenly appeared, binding its hands, feet, and neck in the blink of an eye. Then various skills followed, hitting its targets one after another like shooting at a target.

A blood-red spear pierced through the cloak and the fish-patterned robe.

The magical artifact, resembling a golden gong, swept past and severed the sword spirit in two.

The torrent of flames, carrying a tangible pressure, instantly blasted away the lower half of the sword spirit's body.

There were also demonic claws made of runes that grabbed the sword spirit's neck from a distance and crushed it.

On the warship, Qiao Lie's eyes twitched wildly, and his heart pounded.

He knew the strength of the sword spirit; even the sword spirit could be easily crushed. If the Wind and Thunder Warship couldn't withstand it, he would have an even greater chance of survival.

Yang Qingfeng was also observing from the other side, but he didn't have time to think about anything else.

A thought struck him, and he ordered the second sword spirit to launch a surprise attack.

"Be careful!"

A blue sword light suddenly shot out on the battlefield, its speed far exceeding the upper limit of a low-level weapon.

The demon race warriors reacted quickly, immediately engaging in close combat and throwing punches.

The clash between the fist and the soul sword was like Mount Tai crashing into a mound of earth; the latter exploded instantly, while the former gasped and abruptly withdrew its fist.

This scene was completely unexpected by all the people attempting to cross the river.

What appears to be a complete rout is actually a case of unexpected setback?

At this moment, the sword spirit whose soul sword had been destroyed swung its arm fiercely, and the broken soul sword was reborn. Then, it faced more than a dozen powerful cultivators, tore off its cloak, and took a stance like a sword master.

"Oh ho, pretty arrogant?"

"Not bad."

"Be careful, there's something strange about this kid's sword."

The man who had just thrown the punch was still rubbing his fist, grimacing, "Damn it, that hurt like hell..."

pain?

A level 40+ character with 10 stamina gets stabbed by a low-level brat. You tell me it hurts?

The other ferrymen looked on strangely, then discovered another oddity.

From their perspective, the body of the first Fengtian soldier who was killed had vanished!

All that remained on the ground were the torn and scorched e'feng fish robe and a Shura demon mask.

"What's going on?"

"Screw it, kill them!!"

As one of the crossing warriors suddenly rose up, the second sword spirit was once again besieged.

This time, Yang Qingfeng didn't let the sword spirit escape, but instead released the rubble without anyone noticing.

The pebbles shot out from the sea of ​​clouds, not heading straight for the battlefield, but instead circling left and right, reaching the third and fourth sword spirits respectively.

boom! !

The second sword spirit, following the old rule, fought desperately to exchange blows, but after a few sword strikes, it was kicked away.

This kick was powerful and heavy, even creating a terrifying sonic boom. It was obvious without even looking that no low-level cultivator could withstand it.

However, something strange happened again.

This time, all the people who had crossed the river saw it clearly: Fengtian disappeared during his flight, leaving only his clothes, mask, and straw hat falling to the ground one after another, a bizarre situation that left everyone baffled.

"What's going on?"

"A smokescreen?"

"No, it's not a hallucination, this guy stabbed me twice...it really hurts!"

"Right? I wasn't lying to you, was I?"

In the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Qingfeng transforms into a puppeteer, executing the most precise manipulations.

He seized the moment when the sword spirit was critically injured and on the verge of death, thus delaying it until the last second and leaving the transgressor with a mystery.

Then the third and fourth sword spirits appeared, thousands of meters apart on the left and right, each drawing their swords and pointing them at the crossing-forcers, while also hiding two pebbles behind them.

"Oh, so you dare to show your face."

"There are only 10 of them, right?"

"Hurry up and kill them, we have other things to do after that!"

The demon race's group of transmigrators still moved very swiftly, but their pace was noticeably lighter.

The intelligence they received indicated that a terrorist organization had suddenly emerged from the human race, and that a mere 10 people had destroyed more than a dozen of their strongholds, demonstrating combat capabilities that far exceeded the low-level range.

However, they did not feel any pressure after killing two people from Fengtian.

Aside from the pain from being stabbed twice, it also proved that Fengtian's strength was indeed beyond the average level.

In conclusion, the outcome is already decided.

Without any allocation, this group of warriors charged towards the two sword spirits to the left and right, instantly reaching them and unleashing a thunderous attack before slaughtering them.

However, Yang Qingfeng's idea came even faster than theirs.

Skill: Sword Explosion!

boom!!

The two pieces of rock exploded simultaneously, creating a visible gust of wind.

The incredibly dense sword winds tore through the earth, churning and engulfing the survivors as they spread outwards.

In an instant, flames burst forth, the protective shield shattered, and streaks of blood sprayed in the wind.

The demon race's forced crossing had already learned some of Fengtian's methods and had prepared defenses, but they were still caught off guard by the sword explosion, and the damage from the sword explosion far exceeded their expectations.

200 years of cultivation increases damage by 400%, plus a 30x damage boost from [Sword Control].

The level 3 strong warrior vanished instantly, the level 4 defensive skills were rendered useless, the protective shield shattered and crumbled in the sword wind, and the armor and equipment were torn apart and sparked.

Only two level 5 Transcenders withstood the sword explosion, but not completely.

One of them endured the attack with his bare hands, drawing a little blood, while the other used a magical artifact as a shield, which cracked slightly. Moreover, the power of the sword explosion far exceeded their expectations, causing a brief delay in their offensive.

In that brief moment of distraction, the two sword spirits turned and ran, disappearing over a hundred meters away in the blink of an eye.

It seemed like a "tried it, couldn't win, so I'm running away" attitude, which was silent and made the forcing people feel extremely insulted.

The two level 5 demons couldn't stand this insult. They chased after the sword spirit, one on each side, and smashed it into a pulp with their fists and magical artifacts, but no flesh was left.

Two loud bangs shook the ground on both sides, sending up countless rubble and black shreds of cloth.

With an attack level as high as 5, its power should not be underestimated.

The Asura Demon Mask was instantly smashed flat, but there was still no corpse underneath.

In the sea of ​​clouds, Yang Qingfeng looked down at the two level 5 demons and murmured, "There's hope."

Behind him, the third and fourth sword spirits shone with blue and white soul light, clearly the Golden Cicada Shedding its Shell, having been recalled before being smashed.

Immediately afterwards, four more sword spirits appeared on the battlefield.

To be precise, they were four members of the Fengtian group.