Pitch-Black Chains blocked the skylight, cutting the square in front of Heavenly Prison into countless closed cages. The rainwater no longer fell, but was captured by the huge gravity, suspended in the air, and turned into turbid water droplets, reflecting the Asura Field fighting below.
The Imperial Dignity that Meng Tian slashed out with that sword was like a mud cow entering the sea. The National Fortune Dragon Qi that was originally strong enough to suppress Myriad Laws was now reversed by the surrounding Sin Qi that was so strong that it could not be dissolved. Eroding.
Black Dragon Guard's proud battle formation collapsed in the first wave of impact.
Those desperadoes released from Block B didn't pay attention to the tricks at all. They either hugged the horse's legs and gnawed wildly, or stabbed into the gaps in the armor with half-ground daggers from Finger Bone. Some even had half of their bodies cut off by Mo Dao, and the remaining half of the body was still tightly wrapped around the enemy's waist, and they opened their mouths to bite the opponent's throat.
This is not a confrontation between two armies, it is clearly Mad Dog competing for food.
"Form up! Form a circle to defend against the enemy!"
A Black Dragon Guard commander roared and waved his sword, trying to reorganize the defense line. But as soon as he shouted a word, a pink flesh shadow wrapped around his neck like a poisonous snake.
Master Miao Yin was hunched over, like a large Humanoid Spider crouching on the back of a horse. Her knobby palms gently brushed the commander's faceplate, and the sweet fragrance exuding from her fingertips penetrated along the pores.
"Brother, don't be so angry."
The commander froze, and the blue and firm Soul Fire instantly became scattered. The world in front of him changed. It was no longer a bloody battlefield, but a pink Luo Qi Zhang Nuan. The Mo Dao in his hand became extremely heavy, and then fell to the ground with a clang.
The next moment, Miao Yin's palm turned into sharp claws, directly piercing his breastplate, and took out a still beating Gray-White Core from inside.
"The taste is a bit bad, only Death Qi, not Yang Qi." Miao Yin threw the core into his mouth in disgust and chewed it up, and the leader's body instantly turned into a pile of scattered scrap metal.
On the other side, Bone Monster, the former incarnation of the Director of the Imperial Academy, seemed to be in a deserted place. He was surrounded by gray-white Solidified Thought Field, and any Black Dragon Guard that came within three feet of him would move slowly and stiffly.
The weird Law of "you must kneel down" and "you must not use force" has forcibly rewritten the rules of the battlefield.
A cavalryman rushed in front of him. As soon as the front hoof of the war horse was raised, it seemed to be held down by Invisible Big Hand. His leg bones were crushed and he knelt down. The Lord Jijiu slowly stretched out Bone Blade, as if reviewing a test paper, and tapped the cavalryman's head gently.
Click.
The hard Black Iron Helmet and the head inside exploded like a ripe watermelon.
"It's an insult to politeness." Jijiu commented indifferently, stepping on the corpse and continuing to move forward.
In the sky, Meng Tian looked at the tragic scene below, his eyes about to burst. These three hundred Black Dragon Guard were the property that Imperial Stable Bureau had spent decades of hard work accumulating. Each of them was priceless, but at this moment, they were dismantled and devoured by this group of prisoners like scrap metal.
"Fang Mo!!!"
Meng Tian let out a shrill roar, and Dragon Slaying Sword burst out with dazzling red light again in his hand. Now that the battle formation has been broken, let's capture the thief king.
He no longer cared about the fighting below, and even sacrificed the seriously injured Crimson Scale Dragon Horse. The dragon horse let out a mournful cry, and Essence Blood all over his body turned into a blood rainbow of Crimson and merged into Meng Tian's body.
The breath of Meng Tian broke through the limit at this moment, faintly touching the threshold of the Dharma Aspect Realm. In the void behind him, a bloody giant Dharma Aspect holding Giant Sword loomed.
"Die!"
Meng Tian The human sword merged into one, turning into a red sword light that was a hundred feet long. With the power of destroying the world, it pierced Fang Mo who was standing in front of the gate.
This sword locked the space and cut off the cause and effect. Before the sword edge arrived, the Bluestone steps under Fang Mo's feet had begun to be annihilated and turned into nothingness.
Facing this decisive blow, the expression on Fang Mo's face remained unchanged. He even took the time to glance at Iron Bull who was holding a giant hammer and smashing a Black Dragon Guard into a discus.
"Stop playing and get to work."
Fang Mo looked away, holding Spring Embroidered Saber in his right hand, and gently grabbed it in the air with his left hand.
Those black chains suspended in mid-air seemed to have received instructions and instantly gathered in front of him, weaving into a giant airtight network. At the same time, the Lung Palace in his body roared, and the power of [Fear Skeleton Dispersing Form God King] was poured into the Blood Soul Blade in his hand without reservation.
The blade trembled, screaming with desire to kill.
"Ten thousand terrors split the sky."
Fang Mo has no fancy moves, just a simple stroke.
There was no earth-shattering Blade Light, only a hair-thin black line extending from the tip of the knife. The black line looked inconspicuous, but at the moment it came into contact with the hundred-foot-long sword light, it showed terrifying cutting power.
Zhi--!
Like a red-hot knife cutting through solidified butter.
The seemingly indestructible red sword light was actually split into two by this black line!
The sword light shattered and turned into a rain of blood. Meng Tian's figure fell from the blood rain, and the Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand hit Fang Mo's horizontal Spring Embroidered Saber.
Bang!
Sparks flew everywhere.
The ground beneath Fang Mo collapsed into a deep pit, but he did not take a step back. He held the heavy Giant Sword with one hand, and the other hand reached out like lightning and grabbed Meng Tian's throat.
Meng Tian's face covered by the visor was full of panic. He wanted to struggle, but found that the True Qi in his body was like a pool of stagnant water and could not be moved at all.
The hand that clasped his neck conveyed not only power, but also a Law suppression that froze his soul.
"Half-step Dharma Aspect?"
Fang Mo came close to Meng Tian's face, Netherworld Ghost Eye stared at the vertical pupils, "It's just a fake made from foreign objects. You don't even have your own way, are you worthy of being called Dharma Aspect?"
Click.
Meng Tian's visor was crushed to pieces by Fang Mo, revealing a face covered with blue scales that was no longer human.
"You... who are you?" Meng Tian struggled to squeeze out a few words, "You are definitely not that little jailer..."
"It doesn't matter who I am."
Fang Mo exerted force on his palm, those cyan scales shattered between his fingers, and golden blood flowed down.
"The important thing is that you owe me a debt."