1232 Leaving the City, Slaying Gods!
Above the city walls, a sword aura was brewing.
“Senior Spirit Sword Golden Immortal, it seems like you’re going to help this God Slayer today.” Seeing the sword beam, someone chuckled.
“Senior Spirit Sword loves fellows who dare to fight the most.” Another person nodded on the side.
Immortal light seemed to be gathering in the city.
Today, there was no way that he would let this saber light kill Han Muye.
“Prepare.”
Han Muye said softly.
Around him, sword beams that had swept away the 10 phantoms converged, and the Wind Spirit Sword Immortal, Su Jian, followed with a graceful movement.
Five long swords merged into a thousand-foot-long sword light that soared into the sky!
“Boom—”
The sword light clashed with the saber light, then shattered instantly.
However, as the saber beam pressed down, a second sword light rose from below.
The third, the fourth, the fifth, the sixth!
The sword light seemed endless, gradually wearing down the Zenith Heaven Realm saber light.
“What a formation!”
“Beautiful!”
From atop the city walls came cheers.
Five sword cultivators formed a formation, blocking the saber of the Zenith Heaven Saber.
Such tactics would be hailed anywhere.
“Buzz!”
Sword light resisted, and Han Muye’s sword light spun even faster.
Among them, more and more divinity was slashed off.
The intense divinity dissipated, turning the surrounding space golden.
Several Immortal Slaying Envoys seemed drawn to this divinity, subconsciously moving towards it.
A group of phantoms drifted past unnoticed.
“Hmph.”
A cold snort echoed in the void as a figure dressed in black robes appeared outside the sword formation.
The God Clan.
The second God Clan member!
No, it was the third!
This one did not have a long saber in hand.
“Boom—”
In the void, a second saber light descended.
Then, on the other side, the third blade light followed closely!
Two powerful God Clan experts attacked simultaneously.
The Puppet Fighters were the only ones on the city walls who could withstand such saber lights.
However, the Puppet Fighter would not leave the city.
“Retreat!”
Someone shouted from the city walls.
Retreating back to the city walls would let the Puppet Fighters handle the powerful saber lights.
By retreating to the city walls and utilizing the grand array, the two saber lights could be blocked.
Of course, retreating meant the god slaying wouldn’t continue.
But at this moment, with three God Clan members facing them, continuing to slay gods was no longer possible for the god slayer.
Being able to reach this point, even if they hadn’t slain their opponents, was already enough to be proud of.
Atop the city walls stood an elder in a gray robe, messy hair, holding a golden sword in his hand, his eyes shining brightly.
“Kid, let me see if you have that courage.”
The elder murmured, the sword light around him converging, the sword in his hand gleaming brightly.
In the city behind, Immortal Lord Z Yu moved and flew 100,000 feet.
At his side, several Immortal Lords also took to the sky.
“Their Immortal Lord hasn’t taken action yet.” Immortal Lord Yu He whispered.
“Who cares? This kid is to my liking anyway.” Immortal Lord Hu Yuan grinned and gently twisted his wrist, revealing a hint of fanaticism.
“It’s been a long time since I left the city.
“Damn, this kid who hasn’t been here for even a day has guts.”
His words caused the expressions of the others to change slightly.
Needless to say, they had not left the city for a long time.
Being stationed in the Immortal Burial City, even the five strongest Immortal Lords had not left, let alone the others.
“We must protect this kid today,” Immortal Lord Tie He gave a low growl, his figure moving, stepping forward in one stride.
If Han Muye died today, the loss to the Immortal Burial City wouldn’t be as simple as just the loss of a sword immortal.
The loss would be the morale of the entire Immortal Burial City!
“Not only can he not die,” a fierce battle intent flashed in Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s eyes, his sword light erupting, “he also cannot retreat.”
He could not retreat!
It seemed like stepping back wouldn’t matter, but to a sword cultivator’s Dao heart, to all the cultivators of the Immortal Burial City, it was a blow.
The God Clan was invincible?
Then, let’s see if they could be slayed!
“Kid, give it your all to slay the gods.” Immortal Lord Zi Yu’s voice echoed in Han Muye’s ears.
“This Immortal Lord guarantees that you won’t die.”
Han Muye smiled.
Finally, he caught the attention of these Immortal Lords and experts.
In that case, he would have a good battle today!
Taking a deep breath, he ignored the two saber beams above his head and his Essence Soul sword dispersed with a bang.
“Buzz!”
Sword light enveloped everything!
The newly arrived God Clan expert, several Immortal Slaying Envoys, and hundreds of phantoms were all locked in by the sword light, trapped within it!
Instead of retreating, he was now aiming to slay the second God Clan member!
The changes on the battlefield outside the Immortal Burial City left everyone wide-eyed.
“This guy is so fierce…”
A Daoist in a green robe muttered.
“Is it because he truly isn’t afraid of death, or—” A hint of brilliance shone in the eyes of a green-armored cultivator as he clenched his fist. “—because of his strength?”
“Boom—”
The interweaving sword light locked down a region, tearing apart the surrounding void.
Two gods at least at the Zenith Heaven Realm were suppressed, and the Immortal Slaying Envoys and Dark Demon Beasts were all worn down by the sword light.
Divinity converged visibly.
Except for the two God Clan members, be they Immortal Slaying Envoys or Dark Demon Beasts, none could withstand this sword light; they were already directly slain.
This sword formation was remarkably powerful.
On the city walls, envy showed on the faces of the immortal cultivators.
“Treachery.”
A dark red divine light smashed down on the sword formation.
“Divine General Tu Yu, why bother with a junior?” A voice sounded on the city wall. Demon King Tu Tian, who was wearing golden armor, laughed heartily and said loudly, “How about you and I get closer?”
As his voice fell, his form transformed into a huge golden-winged bird that was 100 feet tall. Golden light flickered in his eyes, and every feather emanated streams of light that tore through the void.
