novelbest Chapter 124: The Strength of the Faction
Chapter 124: The Strength of the Faction
If there are no accidents in Qingzhou, there should be around seven or eight people in the Rongdao realm.
Only five people have power behind them, and the rest are casual cultivators.
Qingzhou State Shepherd Zhao Qingzhou.
The master of the demon-killing guard Ying Wu.
Wang Teng, the chief instructor of Demon Killing Guards.
Beixuan Zun of the Beixuan Family.
And the old ancestor of the Wutong Sect, the old man Wutong, the founder of the Wutong Sect.
It's just that the Wutong sect is quite low-key, and the old man Wutong is rarely born.
But since the Great Gan will sooner or later unify the Eastern Desolation, of course there cannot be such sect forces independent of the imperial power.
What Dagan wants is for the imperial court to return the world.
Zongmen forces can exist, but they must be under the leadership.
Only by submitting to the big cadres and being controlled by the big cadres can we survive and develop better.
This is the iron law formulated by Dagan, and no one can violate this most fundamental national policy.
"This general, my Wutong Sect has never been involved in the troubles of the world. If you retreat now, my Wutong Sect can forget about the past, and even close the sect for ten years. How about it?"
After the old man Wutong appeared, he didn't shout and shout, but chose to back down.
He has practiced for many years, and his lifespan is numbered.
Now the biggest wish is to improve two steps in cultivation base, break through the holy realm, and prolong life in this way.
Fighting and killing is not what he wants.
Besides, he is not a fighting maniac.
The cultivation base in the late stage of Taoism integration is all from self-cultivation and self-cultivation.
Thanks to his super martial arts talent.
The elders of Wutong Sect and the suzerain behind him all looked displeased.
Others are bullying to the top, yet the ancestor is still so weak.
Du Nima has merged into the Dao realm, so I'm afraid.
fuck him!
But they just thought about it, and they were not qualified to speak in front of their ancestors.
"Honor Wutong, it's not that this general doesn't give you face. The military order is like a mountain. Under the Daqian cavalry, even the holy realm must bow their heads in front of Daqian."
"If your lord leads the Wutong sect to surrender to me, this fight will be saved. Prevent the Wutong sect from flowing into rivers of blood."
Gao Shun said slowly.
The old man Wutong was a little sullen.
It is impossible for them to submit to the Daqian.
People in martial arts have always been used to being free and undisciplined, and it is impossible to be restricted by others.
Otherwise, what's the point of cultivating?
"There can only be one game over there. If you can defeat the old man, it is not impossible for the old man to bring the Wutong sect back."
The old man Wutong said coldly.
Now it seems that it is impossible not to fight.
If it doesn't make sense to reason, then you can only speak with your fists.
Gao Shun nodded.
He also meant it.
Fist is the last word.
"Array!" Gao Shun shouted.
Seven hundred camp soldiers lined up.
Qibaimo drew his knife out of its sheath.
These seven hundred soldiers, swords, guns, swords and halberds, are proficient in everything and are equipped with them.
Taking out different weapons represents different military formations and different attack methods.
Offensive and defensive.
Seeing that the battle was about to start here, the elders of the Wutong Sect all backed away for a long time, for fear that it would affect themselves.
The old man Wutong also had a serious face.
These seven hundred soldiers are really not easy to deal with.
The momentum of drawing a knife is not easy.
It's not enough to make up for the difference of four big realms.
The old man Wutong sighed.
This time it was really troublesome.
Even if he can beat these people, they still have to do a lot later, will they give up?
Although he didn't know the origin of Daqian, he also sensed the fluctuation of the millions of refiners entering Qingzhou a few hours ago.
They belong to the same origin as these people.
It is not easy to do big things.
After sending these people away, the mountain will be closed.
No, it might not be possible to seal the mountain, I should take the disciples to Baozhou to avoid it.
That is the territory of the Holy Heaven Sect, no matter how powerful they are, they should not be able to act wildly under the nose of the Holy Heaven Sect.
After Shenfeng Dynasty reacted and wiped out Dagan, he would bring his disciples back and continue to be cool in this ravine!
He doesn't think that Dagan can take advantage of the Shenfeng Dynasty with the Holy King in charge, and sooner or later he will be defeated.
"kill!"
Seven hundred soldiers shouted loudly at the same time, brandishing their long knives, the aura of the knives criss-crossing.
The seven hundred saber qi gathered together, forming a huge saber shadow that slashed towards the head of the old man Wutong.
"Boom rumble..."
The space seemed to be torn apart by this shocking sword light.
The terrifying coercion made the surrounding trees tremble.
Faced with such a terrifying attack, the old man Wutong didn't panic at all, he still stood still.
It's like a sculpture.
Under the gaze of many eyes, he slowly raised his hand.
"Om..."
He stretched out the five fingers of his right hand, as if covering the sky and covering the sun, he grabbed lightly.
An invisible force emanated from his palm, covering a radius of one kilometer in an instant, and the roaring knife shadow stayed in the void and was directly imprisoned on the spot.
"Buzzing..."
Immediately afterwards, circles of invisible ripples spread within a radius of one kilometer, like rough sea waves, and vegetation flew everywhere they passed.
Under that layer of invisible power, the huge knife shadow turned into countless fragments and disappeared into the invisible.
It was so easy to break through the combined blow of seven hundred soldiers.
But the soldiers trapped in the camp did not panic at all, it was just a small test of the chopper.
They didn't expect that this blow could kill a Dao Fusion Realm.
"Blood!"
"charge!"
Gao Shun shouted, holding a long gun, and rushed out first!
"The will to fall into the battle, there is death but not life!"
Seven hundred soldiers in black armor followed closely behind, and the boundless bloody aura condensed.
Footsteps fell and the ground shook.
Endless blood color envelops the surrounding kilometers, and the evil spirit is soaring!
The elders of the Wutong Sect who were watching the battle from a distance couldn't help taking two steps back. Their faces were full of horror. The momentum of the 700 people charging forward made them feel much stronger than their ancestors.
Even if it wasn't aimed at them, the body kept sending warnings.
If there is no ancestor to carry it in front, I am afraid that it will be a back and forth, and the Wutong sect will be killed by them!
Now they can only pray that the ancestors can stop them!
At this moment, the old man Wutong is not as relaxed as when he took the first blow.
He is the first target of this boundless evil spirit.
Even if he was in the Dao Merging Realm, he felt a little out of breath.
It seemed that it was not the Seven Hundred Void Realm, but the Seven Hundred Dao Realm that rushed to kill.
Seven hundred experienced Taoist realms.
Together, each of them has a power not inferior to the Dao Realm.
No one would have imagined that the combination of the seven hundred virtual realms would be able to erupt such a terrifying force.
The speed of 700 people was very fast, and they rushed to the old man Wutong in a blink of an eye.
Gao Shun yelled, and stabbed the old man Wutong's chest with a spear in his hand.
The old man Wutong raised his palm and patted it.
The spear pierced the air, and Gao Shun's figure also rolled several times in the air.
The power of Dao Fusion Realm is not comparable to what he is now.
However, he is not alone.
Seven hundred long spears stabbed at the old man Wutong at the same time, 360 degrees without dead ends.
The old man Wutong's figure flashed, disappeared in place, and appeared a hundred meters away, intending to avoid these attacks.
But what he didn't expect was that the seven hundred long spears also disappeared, and followed directly through the void.
The old man Wutong's face changed, and he quickly used his spiritual power to protect himself, but he was still a step too late, or he underestimated the destructive power of the spear.
Although he blocked most of the damage, some still passed through his spiritual defense.
The blood donation splashed, and a bright red appeared at the corner of Wutong old man's mouth.
"Get out of here!"
The old man Wutong let out a loud shout, violent aura surged out, knocking away all seven hundred long spears, and retreated several hundred meters again, to the gate of Wutongzong.
"Old Ancestor, are you okay!"
The elders of the Wutong Sect surrounded him.
The old man Wutong's face was gloomy.
He is indeed not a fighting type, if not, it shouldn't be so miserable.
These 700 people are very strong, and together they have the combat power to merge into the Dao realm, but they can't be invincible in the Dao realm.
If someone else was in the same situation as him, these people might not be able to do anything to him at all!