The Northern Sword God
Battle in the Cursed Desert II
The three practitioners, Yu Long, ZuseDe and BaiseDe respectively, were now surrounded by two groups from different Clans.
Each of them were twenty-five Practitioners from the Xia Clan and twenty-five Demon race Practitioners. These fifty people formed a formation according to which clan they came from.
The other practitioner still stood up to watch the fight. The Xia clan contained an Elder cultivating the Quasi Realm Without Borders and the demon race contained a Clan protector with the cultivation of the four-star Boundless Realm.
"There's no hope for us" said BaiseDhe, and answered a nod to two of his friends.
"The Xia Clan's practitioners tend to be weaker, let me face it. The two of you are blocking the demon race" said Yu Long who directly jumped towards the Xia Clan formation.
Seeing that, the Demon race Formation instantly agreed to liven up the two Bright Sect Protectors.
At first the demon race formation that had always used that white skull claw technique, set up a formation where the twenty-five people were standing overlapping.
Then from behind them, five other practitioner figures were thrown using the combined force in the formation. "wush-wush-wush-wush-wush"
"Trads.."
"Trads.."
"Trads.."
The sound of swords hitting each other. Small sparks are seen when sharp objects hit each other.
ZuseDe and BaiseDe's hands tingled as their swords clashed with the strange three-sword-shaped weapon from the fists of demonic race practitioners. It was a technique of the devil race cirikhas.
Not to mention the loss of sense of baal in his hands, surprisingly the other five practitioners jumped up and lunged to split the two Light Sect practitioners' bodies.
"The "trang-trang-trangs" again collided, and cunningly the demon race formation made a strange exchange where the attacking practitioners would be replaced with other practitioners from behind.
Thus the movement occurred repeatedly to the extent that the sword in the hands of ZuseDe and BaiseDe felt will be detached from the hold that is held tightly. The clash of demon race experts as if there was no stopping coming against them.
"This demon race formation is too strange. They seem to be tireless, because the practitioner behind will appear to replace the front practitioner, so repeatedly until we are exhausted" BaiseDhe whispered to his friend...
While in the other part, Yu Long had been overwhelmed when he was surrounded by twenty-five practitioners of the Xia Clan who were also doing sword formations.
Repeatedly Yu Long's body began to be struck by the sabre. His breathing began to melt. It was clearly unfair to face twenty-five practitioners using sword formations alone.
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Currently Yu Long who had been bored by the rumbling formation of twenty-five Xia Clan swordsmen, made him imbibe a desperate act. He looked at them and said, ''So,
"Alright since you guys are urging me, then allow me to play this forbidden technique"
Yu Long once again took out the zither and kept his sword. Then he was seen swallowing a pill. The pill was a pill called "Soul Draining Pill".
When a soul attack expert took the pill, then his soul power would increase to several levels above his ability. And it was a dangerous, yet profitable act.
It seems profitable. Merely, the impact after consuming the pill was, the user practitioner would suffer a soul wound and would have to rest a few months in bed.
But Yu Long no longer cared. He was in a desperate state, where he saw that there were still two other experts in the Brickless Realm that made him despair.
"Now I will fight with all body souls" whispered Yu Long.
Yu Long instantly felt his soul surge several levels of becoming stronger after consuming the Soul Draining Pill.
If he had previously possessed a level two Earth-class Soul power, now he suddenly felt his soul power penetrate through to the power of a level one Heavenly Soul Master. This soul force he felt was enough to tear apart the souls of these twenty-five people Inner Yu Long.
The twenty-five sword experts of the Xia Clan turned nervous, as they looked at the eyes of his opponent who had become gnarled (open wide). They moved cautiously, then the leader of the Xia Clan Sword Formation gave the command"
"The Moon's Form !"
The ten swordsmen moved and were seen sucking in Qi energy from the moon, and seemed to feel a flow of air-conditioned energy moving, it flowed along with the ten people who were in quick motion piercing Yu Long from the various corners of the wind eye. "Gush"
"Tap-tap-tap" thus the sound of footsteps on the desert sand, when ten sword eyes were fixed to the deadly part of Yu Long's body.
Yu Long hissed then his hand plucked the lute with a chaotic rhythm. He channeled all of the soul power he currently had - a Level one Heavenly Soul Master.
"the "trings" of chaotic rhythms rang out to fill the minds of the ten Xia Clan swordsmen, who were suddenly stopped in their lunge. Their souls jolted, their minds seemed to hit a hard rock.
The ten people fell in a state of being rolled around in a roaring scream.
"That's a soul attack" sizzled the leader of the Sword Formation.
He then whistled loudly and instructed the remaining group to ambush as Yu Long was focusing on shredding the souls of the ten sword practitioners.
"Suuiittt"
Fifteen swords with cold air harnessing the power of the moon pierced Yu Long from fifteen meters away.
A shriek of laughter followed the fifteen swordsman's stab attack, a voice that kicked with a discordant tone sounded.
The song that sullen sound coming out of Yu Long's mouth sounded chaotic accompanying the increasingly intense lute in Yu Long's quotes, also in a chaotic tone. Dizziness, and making the soul shaken, such was the condition of the practitioner who fought against the power of the soul.
Faintly the fifteen swordsmen heard the words in a discordant tone like chanting a spell,
"Sukma Vibratory Ice Storm"
The night soon grew darker. When the air as in manipulation becomes a stretch of snow. Even without them noticing, ice dots were falling from the sky. The illusion is rarely used because it is so dangerous.
"Magic.." sizzled the leader of the fororation when he saw the fifteen sword thrusts they were emitting hitting the empty place. That man named Yu Long had disappeared.
Then a voice sounded like a whisper in the ears of the fifteen swordsmen, who instantly became nervous.
"I will tear your souls apart" hissed a discordant voice, followed by the screams of the fifteen sword practitioners of the Xia Clan.
The Xia Clan practitioners are seen to have fallen down in a convulsive position, as the curse is issued through the Ice Storm Vibrator Sukma.
The battle between the Two patrons of the Bright Sect and the Demon Clan Practitioners came to a halt for a moment. All of them looked in astonished positions watching Yu Long's battle against that Xia Clan.
When that Yu Long had finished with his Death Music action, he instantly fell drooping with his mouth spouting blood.
"Brother Yu Long..!" yell BaiseDhe and ZuseDhe together.
"Trang.." the sound of a banged sword blocked both of them when intending to go see Yu Long's state.
"When even the Xia Clan Alliance was injured, none of us cared about them. While you two dare to help him? Finish the battle between us first" the Demon race formation leader snapped.
Then with a heart-draining sound, the five strange swords in the hands of the five demon race practitioners ripped through the sky and were ready to tear apart the two opponents.
While looking back at each other, the two patrons of the Bright Sect started to say words
"Faithful to death to the Religion of Light, faithful to death to the Head of the Religion of Light"
"Life is full of appreciation, good minds are remembered and brought to death"
"The Sacred Fire of the Light Sect will protect all"
The swords in the hands of the two experts were now blindly in motion not fearing death anymore. The two had been determined to die together in this battle.
As the sounds of clashing and clashing of weapons rang out filled the Cursed Desert that night. As all the parties were engrossed in battle, When the Two Practitioners namely the Elder of the Xia Clan and the demon race were still quietly-not intervening and just observing the battle, a shrill voice sounded breaking apart the sky.
"Kraaakkkkk"
Instantly all eyes were directed towards that deafening sounding voice. All the experts who had still not dove into the battle, stared in shock towards the sky.
It appeared that a man in a literary robe was revealing his presence as he flew from the direction of the sky, towards where the battle was going. A cruel aura emanated from that literary body...
"SAINT..!!"
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