Limitless Upgrading System: From Ant To Dominator

The Doug was stunned for a moment. It thought that it had misheard him.    

Taoist Fellow Qian repeated himself. This time, he pointed at the Doug and the Qing and said arrogantly, "We, the Southern Mountain's Nine Swords Hero, have entered the forbidden zone this time. We are here to get rid of you two devils!"    

The Doug turned to look at the Qing and said, "That brat said that he came specially to deal with us?"    

The Qing sneered. "There are blind ones every year. Today seems to be especially many!"    

"That's right, there are those who don't know the difference between life and death, Niannian. There are more of them this time!"    

The Doug said indignantly, "We have to deal with these brats properly!"    

He looked at Taoist Fellow Qian and the group of cultivators and said in a clear voice, "Today, none of you will be able to escape. All of you will die!"    

When Taoist Fellow Qian and the group heard this, they all started to huff. "You two devils, don't be so arrogant. Today will be the day of your death!"    

Another yellow-clothed cultivator stood out. He pointed his sword at the Doug and the Qing and shouted, "Devil, hand over your lives!"    

After shouting, he wielded his sword as the vanguard, and rushed towards the city wall, directly pressing against the Qing and the Doug.    

The Qing and the Doug sneered. This cultivator's strength was simply not their match.    

Even if these nine people joined forces, they were still no match for them. It was just that they didn't know where these nine people got their courage from. To think that they would be so arrogant and come here specifically to deal with the Qing and Doug. They really didn't know the difference between life and death.    

Seeing the yellow-robed swordsman rushing out with his sword in hand to fight the devil alone, the remaining eight cultivators hurriedly shouted, "Devil cannot be underestimated. Liang Fellow Taoists, be careful!"    

That Liang Fellow Taoists did not care about his companions' persuasion. Moreover, he used his full strength with this sword thrust. How could he still have the chance to draw his sword and withdraw?    

Ceng!    

A sword hum sounded out.    

They saw Liang Fellow Taoists's sword stop a foot away from the Qing and Doug. It could no longer pierce forward, nor could it retreat. It could only stop in the air, as if it had frozen.    

The Longsword in his hand was being affected by some unknown force. It was actually trembling violently and emitting sword cries.    

The sword hums sounded like the sword was trembling because of fear.    

"Liang Fellow Taoists, hold on! We'll do it!"    

The remaining eight cultivators shouted in unison. They rushed out with their swords in hand and rushed towards the city wall.    

The Doug looked at the Qing and said, "That brat surnamed Qian is mine! You're not allowed to touch that brat!"    

The Qing couldn't help but laugh, and said, "Don't worry, that brat is up to you to deal with!"    

Only then did the Doug laugh happily.    

The Qing's eyes suddenly turned cold, as if it had shot out a sharp beam.    

Following that, the yellow-clothed swordsman, who had been frozen in midair, instantly shattered the sword in his hand. Fragments of the sword pierced into his body, piercing through his entire body.    

The fragments that pierced through the yellow-clothed swordsman's body did not slow down at all. They continued to rush towards the eight cultivators that were charging over.    

Sizzle sizzle!    

Woosh, swish, swish!    

...    

The fragments of the treasured sword shot out like a bolt of lightning. Each fragment contained an extremely powerful force, just like numerous tiny flying swords!    

When the eight cultivators saw this "thin sword" that was as powerful as lightning shooting over, they did not dare to face it head on. Therefore, they hurriedly formed a seven-colored array in an attempt to block the flying swords.    

Ding! Ding! Ding!    

Dingding, ding, ding!    

...    

Another series of sword sounds rang out. The fragments of the flying swords struck the formation and shattered one after another. They produced a ding, ding, ding sound, as if the flying swords had struck a large bell.