Chapter 5419
With a “clang” sound, the two swords collided, and the golden light and black sword energy intertwined together. The old man only felt a numbness in his arm, and was shocked to take two steps back, and his knuckles also felt a dull pain.
Seeing this, the old man on the left immediately swung his sword and stepped forward, cooperating with the old man on the right. The two long swords attacked Kai from the left and right like two poisonous snakes.
Their swordsmanship was exquisite, and they coordinated with each other tacitly. The sword energy crisscrossed and formed an impenetrable sword net, which tightly enveloped Kai and did not give him any chance to breathe.
Kai was not afraid at all. The Dragon Slaying Sword seemed to come alive in his hands, sometimes slashing horizontally, sometimes chopping vertically, and sometimes stabbing. The golden sword light and the black sword energy kept colliding, making a deafening sound.
Relying on his flexible body, he kept moving through the sword net, looking for opportunities to counterattack.
Once, the old man on the right stabbed his chest with a long sword. Kai dodged sideways and slashed at the old man’s wrist with a sword. The old man hurriedly drew his sword to block, but Kai seized the flaw and kicked him in the chest. The old man staggered back a few steps.
Wu Hao took the opportunity to rush towards the Soul Devourer, waving the sword in his hand. The golden spiritual power condensed into a huge sword shadow, and slashed towards the Soul Devourer with the momentum of destroying the world.
Soul Devourer sat on the lion’s back, sneered, and waved his right hand. A black demonic energy condensed into a thick shield, blocking in front of him.
With a “bang”, the sword shadow collided with the shield and shattered instantly. Wu Hao was knocked back several steps by the powerful recoil force. His blood surged and his throat felt sweet.
“With just this little ability, you dare to kill me?” Soul Eater mocked, and swung the sword in his hand. A black sword energy shot towards Wu Hao’s lower abdomen like a poisonous snake.
Wu Hao hurriedly dodged to the side, and the sword energy flew past his battle robe, cutting a long hole in it and revealing the armor underneath.
Taoist Wuji wanted to step forward to help, but was held tightly by the old man on his left.
The old man’s swordsmanship was tricky and ruthless. Each of his swords was aimed at the vital points of Taoist Wuji, making it impossible for him to escape.
He watched Wu Hao in danger, feeling extremely anxious but helpless.
On the other side of the battlefield, Xue Wuying did not join the battle, but stood on a high ground with a black cloth bag in his hand.
The cloth bag looked ordinary, but it emitted a strange suction force.
He looked at the monks who kept falling, and a glimmer of excitement flashed in his eyes. Whenever a monk died and his soul left his body, he would raise the cloth bag and mutter something.
The souls of those monks flew towards the cloth bag as if they were summoned and were sucked into it.
As more and more souls were sucked in, the cloth bag gradually swelled up, emitting increasingly thick black mist.
“Xue Wuying, what are you doing? Come over and help!”
Soul Devourer saw Xue Wuying standing by and watching, and shouted angrily.
“My Lord, please wait a moment!”
Xue Wuying said without turning his head, without stopping the movements of his hands at all.
Soul Devourer snorted coldly, ignored him, and focused on dealing with Wu Hao.
Although Wu Hao is quite powerful, he is still a level lower than the Soul Devourer who has lived for ten thousand years.
After several rounds, Wu Hao was already stretched thin, with several wounds on his body, blood staining his battle robe red, and most of his spiritual power was consumed.
As time passed, the melee became more and more brutal.
The casualties among the monks of the human and beast races were increasing. The imperial guards’ formation had long been dispersed by the demonic spirits. The soldiers fought on their own and people kept falling down.
Han Lie and Zi Yuan were exhausted, their spiritual power almost depleted, and they could only rely on instinct to wield their weapons to resist. Their bodies were covered with wounds, and blood dripped from their weapons, forming pools of blood on the ground.