C287 The Might of a Single Sword
C287 The Might of a Single Sword
The cultivators had no choice but to continuously release their spirit energy on the barrier to avoid being blown away by the remaining spirit energy storms.
After the time it takes for an incense stick to burn, the dust and dirt gradually dispersed.
"What the f * ck!"
"Oh my god!"
"That's possible!"
The cultivators' mouths were wide open. When they saw what was happening inside the city, they let out cries of alarm.
When they saw the man's mouth opening and closing, their ears were still ringing, and they were temporarily deaf. However, they could feel the deep shock from everyone's expressions.
After applying ointment on their ears, they recovered their hearing.
The sound of someone taking in a cold breath followed.
A burly man saw his junior brother's stunned look and found it funny. "Junior brother, you still need to exercise your composure. I won't..."
"F * ck! What is this!" When his gaze turned to the city, he became as stunned as them.
He saw that a huge pit had appeared at the place where the battle had taken place in Huaizhou!
This huge pit was circular in shape, and it had a radius of more than ten thousand feet. It was unknown how deep it was! This was because the four energies of wind, fire, water, and earth were shining with a strange radiance inside the pit. They were floating and boiling up and down, interweaving to form a chaotic state.
That terrifying aura and the scene of everything being annihilated caused the hairs of everyone watching from afar to stand on end.
Outside of this terrifying crater, the surrounding soil, under the impact of the high temperature and violent spiritual energy, had all melted into glass. It formed a huge seven-colored glazed tile.
Only a very, very far distance away did they barely see some of the shattered buildings and pavilions that had survived. These buildings were scattered all over the place, dotted with sand and dust. They were like toys that had been ruined, creaking in the remnants of the spiritual energy storm. It was extremely miserable.
This was already beyond the imagination of the cultivators.
However, when they looked at one place, their view of the world was once again shattered!
A huge ravine appeared from the Huaizhou, splitting the entire city in half!
This huge ravine extended straight from the inside into the distance, with no end in sight.
This should be called the Heavenly Chasm. The two sides were as smooth as mirrors, and they were three thousand meters wide and bottomless. Apart from the gray Chaotic Airflow, the bottom of the dark red magma was emitting popping sounds.
Golden semi-transparent long swords were flying up and down, stirring the gray airflow endlessly.
These are the remnants of the sword will, the wonders of it.
Everyone's throats tightened, their mouths dried up, their Adam's apple rolled, and they forcefully swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
They could not help but speculate the origin of this terrifying trace.
"This is, this is the power of a sword?"
"I'm afraid... I'm afraid that's it..."
"In the future, this terrifying natural chasm should be called Sword Valley. Yes."
"Doesn't that mean the Huaizhou will be renamed to Sword Valley City? Or perhaps the Heavenly Sword City?"
"Look, look, how many things are left in the Huaizhou?"
Everyone had a panoramic view of the situation in the city without his reminder.
The originally tall city wall was filled with Talisman, and the inscribed characters and walls were dim and dull. Huge cracks appeared on the wall. Many of the city walls had even collapsed.
The other places that were protected by formations also suffered heavy losses.
The city-protecting formation that Huaizhou had spent a lot of effort and effort to create was said to be able to defend against the attack of a Sage at the peak of the Saint Realm. There should be at least forty percent of the buildings that were preserved.
No one paid any attention to this tragic scene. They raised their heads and looked at the direction where the energy had dissipated, revealing the situation in Soul Suppressing Tower.
The legend of Soul Suppressing Tower was that it had a grade seven and twelve grade. It gathered the luck of the entire Huaizhou as the foundation, and it was a precious treasure that could suppress the entire city.
It was in a very miserable state right now.
As it was the closest to the attack, the giant tower was broken into several pieces, and the ground was full of broken pieces.
The remaining four hundred zhang stone tower was good.
It seemed "not bad."
However, as long as it was compared to the majestic Sky Supporting Pillar in his mind.
This bare, short, and small stone tower was extremely comical.
This was the most precious treasure of the Huaizhou. It would depend on the Soul Suppressing Tower to suppress the faintly discernible destiny!
The face of the Huaizhou's City Lord, Faang Peng, was twitching.
It felt like he had just cut off his own treasure.
Oh, he had really cut off his treasure.
"Uh, a short one is a short one, it's better than nothing..." When the big demon Loo Siyao saw his expression, she could not help but tease him.
"You..." Faang Peng felt hot blood rushing from below to his head. Stars were dancing in front of him and he almost fainted!
...
It was different from what was happening here.
The millions of cultivators in the Huaizhou were looking at them with shock in their eyes.
They were all staring at the top of the Soul Suppressing Tower!
In the sky, clouds were touched by the remaining energy and even started to burn intensely.
The entire Huaizhou was brightly lit, and everyone could clearly see the situation there.
Above the Soul Suppressing Tower, the tip of the tower was perfectly preserved.
Above it.
A young man was holding a long sword. The robe on his body was slightly damaged. Strong wind was blowing, as if the heaven and earth were under his cloak!
The strange golden patterns on his body flickered, and bits of blood seeped out from his skin. After that, they were ignited by the golden energy and turned into wisps of flames.
In his eye sockets, a substance-like radiance was circulating, as if he was a god looking down on all living things!
Under the seven-colored burning clouds in the sky, a scene of "Bloody War God" was formed.
It was deeply engraved in everyone's mind. No matter how many years later, they could clearly recall it!
"Clang!"
The long sword was sheathed. A dragon's roar sounded from the sky, and all the weapons could not help but tremble.
Only then did everyone wake up from a dream. They hurriedly closed their big mouths and rubbed their cheeks with force to ease the shock in their hearts.
"This is... This is a late Divine Altar Stage?" The face of the person who spoke twitched. No one knew if it was because he was too shocked or because his mouth had been wide open for too long, causing him to be unable to speak properly.
"Hehe... No, this is a Divine Altar Stage from the God Sect! The people of Wutong Continent are just looking down on the heroes of the world! "
"The chief disciple of the God Sect, this battle has become famous in the Wutong Continent!"
...
Everyone was deeply shocked. They had witnessed the power of the chief disciple of God Sect at such a close distance.
As for that Blazing Wind Crimson Flame Lion?
He might be able to find a few fragments by rummaging through the dust.
The power of Mooh Chen's sword was earth-shattering. Even if he didn't witness the battle with his own eyes, as long as he saw the "Sword Valley" formed by the long sword scar, he would be able to clearly feel the powerful might contained within!
One! A second generation disciple of the God Sect, who was only at the Divine Altar Stage, had slashed a Mid Saint Stage Demonic Beast under his sword!
This news was like throwing a huge rock into a pond, spreading in all directions!