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As the Saber King, she had comprehended the mysteries of the second level Water Fire Saber. Although this body was only at the Innate realm, it had the assistance of the profound mysteries and the king's battle skill consciousness. It was enough to completely destroy most of the Spirit Sea Grandmasters.
Hu Bingyan's blade was like the sky itself. It was high and mighty, overwhelming everything in this world. It was as if it possessed the might of the heavens themselves, and possessed an aura of great destruction.
Fan Wuji's sword was like the earth. It was vast and boundless, and it carried great virtue, as if it were the backbone of the world. It possessed an enormous and boundless aura.
Heavenly Blade Earthen Sword!
From the Saber King to the Hundred Weapon King, and from the Sword Emperor, they were similarly weapons of mass destruction, possessing an aura capable of destroying everything in their path. The Blade Master's destructive power had always been a proud existence at the same level of cultivation. With the two of them working together, it was an earth-shattering sight.
The sword's shadow and blade radiance overlapped layer upon layer, densely packed and pitch black, as they directly attacked Sura. Sura, who had always been steady as Mt. Tai, now had a face that changed again and again. In his heart, aside from fear, it was also terror.
Sura was a late stage Grandmaster. Within the conceited Grandmaster Realm, only those in the Extreme Realm could defeat him, but it was still difficult to kill him. However, the killing intent of the two in front of him was terrifying, and he could feel the threat of death.
Helpless, Sura's True Meaning of the third level also burst forth. His mental force was revealed, transforming into a three-storey man's shield, attempting to block the attacks of the sword shadow and blade radiance. However, he had still underestimated how terrifying Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan were.
The two of them were able to perfectly utilize every bit of their strength, unleashing the ultimate power. In addition to the mysterious power that only kings could possess, their battle prowess had long since broken through the limits of the Xiantian realm, nearing the limits of a Spirit Sea Grandmaster.
With a bang, the three layers of shields materialized in front of Sura's body were instantly destroyed. The sword shadow's power didn't diminish at all as it slashed towards him. Feeling helpless, Sura immediately took out a soul tool and poured his strength into it with all his might. In an instant, the size of the soul tool had increased many times, tightly protecting his entire body.
With another loud crash, the spirit weapon blocked the sword shadows that filled the sky, but Sura's body still sent the vibrating afterimage flying for over a hundred feet. It drew an elegant arc in the air before falling to the ground.
Sura fell to the ground, in extreme pain, but he immediately howled out, "What are you innate masters looking at? I am the only Grandmaster left in the Soul Slayer Tribe. If I die, don't even think about it. Don't you understand the principle of chills from lips? "If I die, my tribe will fall. None of you will be able to escape."
The twenty-four masters who were standing nearby looked at each other. They formed groups of seven or eight, whispering and discussing something. They understood the logic behind Sura's words, but they were only masters. They rushed up to Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan, this perverted master, and were either dead or crippled. They didn't have the slightest bit of luck.
Sura once again loudly shouted, "You two only need to block the two of them for a moment." There are countless cultivators in our tribe, and there are tens of thousands of warriors as well. Tens of thousands of soldiers will be able to support us. Once the army arrives, no matter how strong they are, they won't be a match for us. "
His words were extremely provocative, and immediately a dozen or so Xiantian masters all released their Xiantian Qi. Most of them used long distance attacks to attack Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan. Within the crowd, Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan were staring at each other with cold expressions. There wasn't the slightest bit of emotion on their faces. A small Xiantian cultivator simply couldn't threaten them in the slightest.
The two of them used their Earth Grade footwork techniques, moving like ghosts and leaving afterimages in the air. They appeared to be a man and a woman. The duo possessed the strength of a Zongshi realm expert. Upon entering the group, they were like a pack of wolves or sheep. Fierce tigers would pounce on them, and venomous snakes would spew venom from their beaks.
After a quarter-hour, the two of them had killed sixteen Xiantian masters. Of the other eight masters, six of them fled in panic. Only two of them chose to fight to the death to defend the rise and fall of the tribe.
Most of the people in the tribe and their own lives chose their own lives so that they could escape and live. There were also a few who had an extremely high sense of belonging to the tribe.
Sura also stood up at this moment. Barato was a rarely seen grandmaster of both soul refining and body refining. Even though his body refining cultivation was still inferior to a soul refining cultivation, it was still more tenacious than an ordinary grandmaster's life force.
Although both of them were injured, both of them maintained their fighting capabilities. The two masters beside them stared at Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan with vicious gazes. The four of them ignored death and threw life and death to the back of their minds.
And at this time, there was a faint and indiscernible sound from the ground. This sound was extremely faint, but everyone present was a grandmaster level existence. Their five senses were astonishing, and they had an extremely keen perception of the outside world.
"Haha." This was an armored charging attack. The thick armor made a special sound. I have trained the elites of our tribe's army before. I have a deep memory of this voice. "There's no mistake." Barato explained, laughing heartily.
Hearing this, Sura revealed a happy expression. He understood that the four of them were far from being Fan Wuji and HuBingyan's opponents. However, they also understood that there was no need for them to defeat the two of them. As long as an army of tens of thousands of cultivators arrived, they would be able to turn the tide with an absolute number.
At this moment, Fan Wuji and Hu Bingyan looked at each other, and they could see the seriousness and seriousness in each other's eyes. If it was an ordinary army, they would not need to fear it. However, of the warriors in the Soul Sang Tribe, the weakest were Postnatal realm cultivators, and some of them were at the Congenital Realm. Adding in the two Grandmasters Sura and Barato, this kind of strength was not something that the two of them could defeat.
"Senior Sister Hu." Let's just hold on for a little while longer. If the great army arrives, we can retreat to the Sacred Land behind us. As long as Miss He succeeds, we won't be afraid of even the huge army of 100,000 soldiers. " Fan Wuji said in a deep voice.
Only he knew that He Nian Bing had devoured more than twenty souls with unique soul bodies. He had already regained the strength of a king, and after devouring another soul, his strength would increase by another level. The soldiers were the trump card of the tribe, while He Nian Xin was their trump card.
Instead of retreating, the two of them advanced, one on the left and the other on the right. They directly charged towards Sura Barato and the two Xiantian masters. They were extremely human, and were the top geniuses of the northern region. They had their own pride, and had a deep sense of understanding and confidence in themselves.