Chapter 257 Sword Rain (Part 2) (Please Subscribe, Please Bookmark)
The power condensed in each spiritual sword or the attached sword energy cannot be underestimated. Any one of them is comparable to a second-level low-grade spiritual weapon.
Moreover, the power of this simple one-time attack is obviously better. The power of more than a hundred spiritual swords and more than three hundred sword energies in front of us can be imagined, which makes people's scalps numb.
Looking carefully, there is a circle of blood-red spiritual power at the tail of each spiritual sword, which is most likely the essence and blood of the Huanling Sect monks themselves.
"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh" the spiritual swords and sword energy condensed, as if there was some guidance between them, and they were divided into two directions autonomously. As the main force to kill the Huanling Sect monks, Sun Mingsheng almost faced more than half of the attacks alone.
Four shields with black-striped ants as materials and condensed by special spells, which emitted dim light, took the initiative to attack.
A sharp sound of piercing the void came from the spiritual swords and sword energy, as if they were going to rip the entire formation apart.
The combat power of a single black-striped ant is not strong, and there are no obvious characteristics or advantages in either offense or defense. However, once the number reaches a certain critical point, a qualitative change will occur.
A large number of spiritual swords collided with the black shield. After each collision, accompanied by a flash of spiritual light, a black-striped ant entrenched on the periphery fell to the ground and died on the spot.
But the death of each black-striped ant is not meaningless. The power contained in the summoned spiritual swords and sword energy is also in a constant state of consumption.
There is a shield formed by the black-striped ants on the outside and a fire rock shield on the inside. Under the double protection, Sun Mingsheng looks embarrassed, but he is safe for a short time.
There is still enough spare power to sacrifice the fire beads from time to time to continuously hit the spiritual sword, trying to consume the power contained in it as much as possible.
On the contrary, the Dingshui Banner that Sun Mingzeng relied on was of the second-grade middle grade, but it was not a spiritual weapon specifically used for defense. Facing these sharp spiritual swords and the endless consumption of spiritual energy, the layers of light shields were constantly consumed and flickered.
In addition, Sun Mingzeng's own cultivation was only the second level of foundation building, and the total amount of mana in his dantian was obviously weaker. Under this double comparison of replenishment and consumption, it didn't take long for his face to become a little pale due to the excessive consumption of mana in his dantian.
On the increasingly messy Baosi Lingshan
"With his body as a sacrifice, another inner disciple is ready to die, and at the cost of his flesh, summon the sword rain of the great god Guangchengzi" A long sigh came from the monk who was responsible for guarding the order card of the inner disciples.
"In recent days, the sect's inner disciples have been dying in battles, and two Jindan-stage ancestors have died under the group attack. The situation faced by the sect is becoming more and more severe. The time for you and me to go on the battlefield is not far away." Another completely different voice suddenly appeared in the dark palace.
"The sect's ten thousand-year inheritance was unexpectedly coming to an end in the near future. We are usually not valued by the sect and are sent to this secluded place. One day, we will have to be buried with the sect." The two cultivators were full of unwillingness in their tone.
"Junior brother, how long do you think the Nine Palaces, Eight Trigrams, and Hundred Immortals Formation can last? Do we have a chance to survive?" The tone between the two sides was full of unwillingness.
The same situation appeared one after another in different locations of Baosi Lingshan. Everyone fled when disaster struck, and it was vividly displayed here.
This is also the biggest difference between a sect and a family. Although the monks of a sect practice together on weekdays, all kinds of dirty things are endless. When facing a life-and-death crisis, they naturally cannot be put aside.
The big and small families are basically connected by blood. As long as each family is in a rising stage of power, it can basically maintain a rough balance, so the cohesion will be stronger when facing a life-and-death crisis.
The situation faced by Huanling Sect reached a peak after the accidental death of the second Jindan-stage monk. Every battle was timid.
"I have to watch the inheritance of the sect being cut off before my death. How can I face the ancestors in the underworld in the future?" In the sky, Huanling Sect is about to die. The old man who is about to die seems calm, but he is pregnant with a surging anger.
The three old men from Yujian Sect, Yushou Sect, and Lingyi Sect stood on the periphery to form an encirclement, and each of them had a look of lingering fear on his face.
This battle is the key to determine the victory of both sides. If the elders of Huanling Sect win, at least the inheritance of Huanling Sect can be preserved.
If the three elders of the Beast Taming Sect win, they can naturally achieve the ultimate goal, plunder the accumulation of Huanling Sect for thousands of years, and may also wait for the spiritual objects that the three of them are most looking forward to to assist in breaking the pill and becoming an infant.
The confrontation between the four elders did not last too long, and the battle soon began. For a time, the wind and clouds changed color and the momentum was great. Different colors appeared in the sky, sometimes red had the upper hand, sometimes blue had the upper hand, and the collision between the spiritual weapons made bursts of harsh sounds.
In the Nine Palaces, Eight Diagrams, and Hundred Immortals Formation
As for the changes in the outside world, Sun Mingsheng, who was being baptized by the sword rain, knew nothing about it. In this continuous attack, the four shields condensed by black ants had turned into layers of black black ant corpses on the ground.
Only a second-level fire rock shield was used as the main force for defense. Every attack of each spiritual sword and sword energy was accompanied by bursts of crisp sounds.
On the other side, the layers of light shields covering Sun Mingzeng's body, who used the Dingshui Flag as a means of defense, had all been worn out.
Every attack of the spiritual sword would fall directly on the Dingshui Flag body, and a burst of spiritual light would turn into starlight and explode in the collision, just like a firefly with wings flashing in the dark night.
However, this seemingly dazzling consumption was based on a large consumption of mana, and Sun Mingzeng had reached the limit of what he could support.
"Brother, pay attention to dodge. The spiritual power contained in these spiritual swords is less than half, so you should focus on your own safety," Sun Mingsheng reminded loudly.
"What can a mere rain of swords do to me? Don't worry, brother Twelve." Sun Mingzeng's face was pale, but he was still full of energy, and he did not fight with the spiritual swords that attacked from all over the sky.
"Fire swallows are flying, command" Sun Mingsheng naturally could not watch his brother suffer heavy damage, and decisively sacrificed a piece of spiritual talisman in the gap of the fire rock shield's defense.
The spiritual talismans turned into vivid fire swallows, and under Sun Mingsheng's remote control, they landed on the spiritual swords whose spiritual light had dimmed and exploded immediately.
When the spiritual sword first appeared, its quality was comparable to that of a second-level low-grade spiritual weapon, but the spirit sword's body was based on the energy contained in it. It was not fixed but was in a state of continuous consumption.