As the young man raised two fingers, the sword formation reversed direction once more. The three figures, who hadn't yet had time to change positions, all paused, seemingly seeing something extremely terrifying in the tiny figure of the young man below.
"The third path, the power of the soul!"
Ignoring the demon god's loss of composure, the youth once again activated the Blood Domain behind him, and the energy at its center was once again aroused. The sword formation in the air drew a trajectory, and a blood-red sword light was reflected in the eyes of the three figures.
At this moment, they no longer cared about the young man below. After the two figures had died, they cared more about their own lives. With a loud clang, several sword shadows swept across the armor as they flipped their wrists, and the metallic sound caused by the friction was very clear in the air.
As the broadsword was held horizontally in front of him, the sword formation with its blood-red trails was already upon him. With a clang, scalding energy burst forth from his chest in an instant.
The thick bronze broadsword suddenly bent under the stimulation of energy, and then the ancient armor was deformed by the heat. With a low shout, the figure used his strong arms to push away the rolling energy, and the broadsword slashed out with a strong wind.
The energy raging in the air was reduced by more than half in an instant, and the attacking sword formation finally swirled away. However, the figure still dared not relax. The broadsword in front of him was aimed at the youth below, and a long weapon appeared in his other hand.
Sword shadows were repeatedly cast above the youth's head, while three long weapons stood atop the figure's head, their tips gleaming with an unusual cold light.
The two blood dragons beside him stared intently at the heavy sword shadows about to fall overhead, a hint of worry in their eyes. If their illusory bodies weren't useless at the moment, they would have rushed forward to shield the young man from the calamity with their own bodies.
The young man in the center remained completely calm. He continued to look down at the sky with disdain, and just before the sword shadow was about to fall, his two fingers twitched slightly, and a streak of light flashed across the sky.
The crimson trail of the tail sheath still lingered in the sky, while the whistling sword light had already reached the top of the figure's head. The surrounding sword formation instantly knocked open the three long weapons in the air. In a series of clangs, the intense fusion of Magic Power turned the blurred sky into daylight. The energy that shot straight into the sky even made the Yellow Emperor Seal in the sky appear.
The surrounding sword formation swept away the long weapons above the figure's head in an instant, and the heavy sword shadows above the youth's head also vanished in an instant. A look of horror rose in the figure's eyes, but before the fear could dissipate, the sword formation, carrying a mysterious energy, swirled straight towards him.
The twisting sword formation resembled a massive storm, absorbing countless energies while remaining remarkably stable. However, the chilling aura emanating from the storm's center sent shivers down one's spine.
Before the storm arrived, the three broadswords came together, and a huge bronze pyramid appeared out of thin air in front of the figure. The broadswords, stacked together, had sharp arrowheads in front and gradually increasing blades behind.
The three figures frantically poured their Magic Power into the broadsword. Faced with the impending storm, this was the only way they could resist it in their haste. A loud "boom" exploded from within the storm.
A hurricane was reflected in the figure's eyes, and the broadsword in front of him was already drawn into it. Rolling Magic Power poured into it instantly, and the storm stirred up by the sword formation was like a bottomless pit, swallowing up the vast energy in an instant.
The broadsword in his hand was already showing signs of twisting. At this moment, the sword formation behind him kept twisting the sword light, and the storm it brought up was like a tornado. The scorching energy burning inside forced the broadsword to retreat inch by inch.
The figure who had never shown surprise in millennia suddenly changed color, his broadsword being swallowed up by the storm in an instant. The three figures looked at each other and then saw a hint of retreat in each other's eyes.
With a low shout, they drew their broadswords, a clanging sound echoing in the storm. The sword shadows reappeared in the sky, and the pressure of the sword formation instantly lessened. The figure's Adam's apple bobbed as he uttered a single word:
"Disperse!"
The broadsword then spun around instantly, the loud noise in the storm stopped abruptly, and just as the three figures were about to scatter, the sword formation locked onto one of them.
With a "hum" of swordsmanship, the surrounding sword formation bloomed into a lotus flower in the air. The spinning lotus flower, with nine blood-red trails, headed towards its target. A "clang" of metal clashing rang out in the sky.
The sword formation made no attempt to avoid the impact when it clashed with a bronze broadsword. The blooming lotus seemed to be born from the sun, and the surging Magic Power and mysterious energy overwhelmed the broadsword under the impact.
The figure's wrist trembled violently, and the broadsword in the air could no longer withstand the energy of the sword formation. It fell limply from the giant hand. A blooming lotus flower was reflected in the huge eyes. The figure's gaze was fixed on the phantom behind the sword formation, and its eyes were filled with terror!
The third figure in the Yingguan army formation has fallen!
"Hahahaha, all of you follow me! Today Xu Long will slay generals in this army! Slay the flags!"
"The fourth path: the power of weapons!"
A glint of light flashed in the eyes of the youth below. His long hair was disheveled, his blood-stained clothes billowed, and he stood tall and proud atop the two blood dragons, gazing arrogantly at the heavens. His domineering posture exuded Wuxian pride, were uttered with awe-inspiring grandeur.
In a moment of Extremis, the youth escaped the threat of death; in a moment of distress, the youth swept away the obstacles on the road!
The pride of youth is not built on the weakness of others; the pride of youth is built on itself!
The youth's arrogant demeanor is not for the sake of the heavens, but for the sake of his own heart. It is a counterattack in the face of Extremis, a reversal before death, and a counterattack after being alone. This is the great path of youth, this is Xu Long's Dao Heart!
Ang! Ang!
The blood dragon in the sky suddenly rose up, its undulating body unleashed, and roared twice at the camp's military formation without showing any weakness. Above them was a noble cultivator, a young man in the blood-red vortex who resembled an ancient god!
The young man took a step into the void, and the blood dragon below immediately appeared beneath his feet. Gazing at the camp's military formation that surged like waves into the sea, the young man smiled, a trace of blood still lingering between his teeth. He pointed two fingers together at a figure.
The streaks of light in the sky had already returned, and the young man would not let the remaining two figures go. The sword formation had locked onto their heads. The greatest respect for the enemy was to go all out in battle!
Gazing at the fluttering banners below, the two figures looked at the young man, a deep sense of horror flashing in their eyes. They never imagined that the young man, in Extremis, could actually turn the tables and kill them.
The mysterious energy emanating from the crimson vortex filled them with dread: the ancient adversary, the suppression within their bloodline, the shackles of billions of years, and the memories of endless ages.
All this information came from a phantom image above the sword formation. It seemed that it was this phantom image brought out from the Blood Domain that truly annihilated the demon god's figure, leaving no chance whatsoever!
"The fifth path: the power of bloodline!"
The young man paid no attention to the figure's thoughts. He fully activated the Blood Domain behind him, and the five mountain ranges in the distance finally collapsed. The mysterious power within the Blood Domain condensed to a certain degree.
Guided by the youth, the Magic Power within the sword formation surged repeatedly. The two figures withdrew their broadswords and were about to flee into the camp's military formation when the youth launched a counterattack. They found themselves powerless to resist and could only pin their hopes on the massive military formation to hold them off.
But the young man was not afraid of the camp at this moment. In his eyes, the camp's military formation was like a pile of loose sand. Without the command of the three figures, the military formation was no longer a threat!
Buzz!
A sword cry filled with fighting spirit echoed across the sky. Before the sound of the sword cry had even faded, the glint in their eyes was already visible. Two figures in the camp suddenly turned around.
The sword formation already understood its master's will: We should press on with our remaining strength to eliminate the enemy, and not seek fame like Xiang Yu!
The young man pointed into the void, and the sword formation, which had been poised to strike, suddenly shot out, resounding with a thunderous sound above the camp's military formation. The rolling sound waves were like fighter jets flying at extremely low altitudes, and the muffled sound was like cat claws scratching at one's heart and lungs.
Rows of soldiers and creatures were densely arranged in front. The figures who were attacking just now became defenders under the sword formation, while the young man who was just a prisoner was now the master of the space!
With a loud "boom," dust billowed across the earth, countless streams of Magic Power swirled in the air, and banners fell to the ground, turning to ashes after being ravaged by a fierce sword aura.
The incoming sword formation was powerful and heavy, like a sturdy iron plow that fiercely broke into the army formation, plowing a straight path through the dense crowd of people. The endless energy exchange did not hinder the sword formation in the slightest.
Beneath the chilling sword formation, an entire camp and military formation shattered. The overlapping military formations seemed to have been struck by a meteorite. In the once dense formation, only a few scattered military formations remained.
With two sharp "whoosh" sounds, the demonic figure brought down his broadsword before the straight passage, like a giant guillotine falling on the path of the sword formation.
Inside the camp, the figure seemed to have calculated the position and timing perfectly. After waiting in comfort, he intended to use a final blow to turn the tide of the battle. With a clang of metal, a spark of fire suddenly burst forth from the broadsword.
A hint of joy flashed in the huge figure's eyes. He thought to himself: I guessed right. After the sword formation opened a passage in the military formation, it would definitely attack along this path. The attack I prepared with all my might was to break the sword formation, which was exhausted after breaking the military formation!
It anticipated that the figure would unleash its Magic Power again, but the energy that flowed from its arm instantly froze the joy in its eyes.
A powerful surge of magical Magic Power erupted from where the broadsword had originally been. The figure instinctively tried to take a step back, its bronze broadsword flashing upwards as if to create distance before attacking again. However, the attacking sword formation gave it no time to strike once more.
The clanging of metal echoed as the figure's broadsword was repeatedly deflected, while the sword formation below, like a spring compressed to its limit, unleashed boundless fury upon the figure.
At this moment, a huge crater had appeared on the ground. Countless sword lights flashed as they lifted a bronze broadsword. Then, the surrounding sword formation instantly dispersed and swept towards the figure in front, forming a vertical line as they tumbled rapidly in the air.
A phantom shadow appeared at the end of the sword formation. The figure's gaze froze for a moment. With a muffled thud, it lowered its massive head. The ancient armor on its chest was tattered and stained with blood, and a hideous blood hole appeared around the shattered armor!
The fourth figure in the Yingguan army formation has perished!
The sword light that pierced through the figure did not stop for a moment. The youth's will had already locked onto the last figure in the distance. He narrowed his eyes and watched the fleeing figure, his sword technique changing several times.
Now it's my turn to say this, "You're not leaving!"
The trail of sword light, forming a continuous line, was incredibly graceful. It moved through the densely packed army and its hordes of creatures as if they were nothing. Under the chilling sword light surrounding it, all the figures turned into mist and dispersed. The phantom behind the sword formation made Dragon Soar appear like a weapon capable of slaying the heavens.
The fleeing figure ahead dared not look back. A phantom image was constantly reflected in its enormous eyes. It recalled the mysterious energy it had experienced in the battle and seemed to know where the young man's strange methods came from.
It swept its muscular figure and headed toward the center of the camp. Originally, it moved with the ease of a fish in water within the camp's military formation, but now, without the command of the other four figures, the once orderly formation was like a pile of loose sand.
The previously balanced Magic Power and energy began to become disordered again, like a person whose limbs had been cut off; no matter how hard it tried, it could not stand up.
Ignoring the approaching sword formation, it quickened its pace, weaving through the ranks. In its enormous eyes, one could see condensed blood energy, and behind that condensed blood energy lay the location of the blood beads.
Yes! It's the blood bead! What the figure is searching for and needs right now is the blood bead!
A strong obsession seemed to rise in its heart, and driven by this obsession, it took step after step. The blood bead had already appeared in the giant eye, and the human figure's heart calmed down a little. It thought: as long as it Fusion the blood bead, there may still be a chance to turn the tide!
Buzz!
The figure, who was thinking of something good, suddenly jolted. A muffled sword cry suddenly rang in its ears. As if it had been suddenly awakened from a dream, it turned around sharply, and the broadsword in its hand had already swept backward before it could turn around.
With a clang of metal against metal, the figure stumbled back two steps. Under the onslaught of immense energy, its sturdy body was pushed back as if it were a piece of paper. The small sword formation now resembled a towering mountain range, and the bronze broadsword was nothing more than a laughable toy in its presence.
The retreating figure was closer to the blood droplet at the center of the camp, but it felt no joy at all, because the phantom from its memory had now appeared on the sword formation!