Chapter 220: Isn't Sneak Attacking Very Happy?

The deep blue flying sword crossed the sky,

Its aura intimidating the entire battlefield.

Screech!

Hundred Ghosts wailed, and another shrill howl came; transparent sound waves were generated, merging into three, transparent and dazzling, shooting over in a 'pin' shape.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword inverted and slashed horizontally; the spiritual light of the three transparent sharp spikes collapsed, scattering in all directions, hitting the ground and creating ripples.

"Oh?"

Jiang Ding's expression was slightly cold, his gaze looking toward one place.

Compared to his attack, his defense was abnormally weak; what he hated most was,

Someone sneak attacking while he was attacking!

Amidst the circling Hundred Ghosts,

A pale-skinned young man stood on the head of a single-horned Ghost King, the two of them together only one-tenth the size of the Ghost King.

"What kind of ghost thing are you?"

As the faint sword intent descended, his heart couldn't help but chill, his expression changing slightly: "All disciples, obey the order, kill this person; the family will be promoted to a Foundation Establishment family, unchanged for three hundred years!"

"Those who retreat, die!"

"Their families will be implicated, their souls extracted and spirits refined for a hundred years!"

At the same time, the restrictions placed by many Foundation Establishment cultivators on the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples trembled slightly, sending out severe warnings.

"Blood Transformation Blade!"

"Poison Cloud Technique!"

"Ghost Spear Technique!"

Daring not to have any hesitation, many disciples of the Blood Transformation, Poison Zombie, and Hundred Ghost lineages turned their spells and shot toward the sky, dense and numerous, forming a sea.

The Seven Feathers Sect disciples breathed a sigh of relief, retreating repeatedly to protect themselves.

"Unreliable..."

Jiang Ding frowned, not persuading them of anything.

The Taiqing flying sword flew back to his side, and amidst a series of rapid clanging sounds, it turned into a sharp escape light, piercing through layers of blood blades and bone spears, flying rapidly outward.

Too fragile, a bit troublesome.

"Stop him!"

Blood Transformation Child and Hundred Ghost Child erupted with magic power, using the Blood Transformation blade embryo and Hundred Ghost shriek to intercept.

Swish!

Instantly slashed away, not a single enemy for the Taiqing flying sword.

After crossing several thousand meters openly, his figure disappeared.

"Not good!"

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster, we were wrong!"

Li Qingyun and the seven true disciples' expressions suddenly turned fearful and angry: "Stop him! Stop the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples, otherwise you and I will all die!"

Only then did they react.

In the cultivation world, there was never a principle of a superior blocking a blade for an inferior!

If one didn't recognize this fact,

Dying would be for nothing!

"Kill!"

The Seven Feathers Sect disciples were jolted, their eyes turning red.

Spells were cast recklessly toward the opposite side; fireballs, firebirds, earth spears, and water arrows wove into a net, once again dragging the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples into the war.

With nearly two thousand people, they couldn't even fail to contain the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples!

Previously, it was nothing more than fear of death, throwing all the risks to others to bear, and quietly waiting for the battle to end.

Boom!

Boom, boom!

Amidst the collapse of massive spell spiritual light, the Blood Slaughter Hall disciples only cared about chasing the figure in the sky, thereby ignoring the enemies opposite them, instantly causing over a hundred deaths, the stench of zombie flesh and blood pungent.

"Kill the enemy first!"

The Blood Slaughter Hall disciples reacted between life and death, hurriedly turning their spells.

Sheets of poison clouds, bone spears, and the most imposing blood blade groups killed toward the front, once again blocking the Seven Feathers Sect disciples' attack and beginning to counterattack.

Military formation coordination, containing the mysteries of sect heritage, could not be compensated for by simply allocating and concentrating manpower!

"Kill these ants first!"

Blood Transformation Child stroked the crack on the Blood Transformation blade embryo, his voice cold as ice.

"Kill first..."

Similarly, Hundred Ghost Child also blurted out.

The two instantly understood the sword cultivator's weakness.

Although he had combat power that crushed them,

His own defense was extremely poor; even the attacks of Qi Condensation late-stage and peak-stage cultivators could not be ignored and still posed a threat.

These disciples had an important role!

"Kill!"

The two looked at each other, carrying a violent baleful aura, each lunging toward a battle line; the Blood Transformation Divine Blade crisscrossed, Hundred Ghosts shrieked shrilly, and instantly, dozens of Seven Feathers Sect disciples' heads exploded and died, their fresh blood sucked dry.

Swish!

At the edge of the sky,

The figure of the young man in green robes appeared again, and the deep blue flying sword appeared once more amidst a huge air explosion, its speed so fast it disappeared from the range of spiritual sense.

At the same time, over a dozen deep blue sword Qi spread out to the surroundings, extremely agile, each dispersing, passing through the heads of Qi Condensation late-stage Blood Slaughter Hall disciples one by one.

Spells, protective shields, and defensive magic tools were all useless.

"Little Martial Uncle-Grandmaster!"

"Invincible!"

Many Seven Feathers Sect disciples wept with joy.

Under the sword Qi, one Qi Condensation late-stage Blood Slaughter Hall cultivator after another died, and the Seven Feathers Sect cultivators on the battlefield immediately occupied an absolute upper hand, quickly eliminating the remaining Blood Slaughter Hall disciples with the momentum of sweeping away fallen leaves.

"Not good!"

Blood Transformation Child had no mood to care about these disciples anymore; boundless fear surged into his heart, his eyes already covered by the deep blue sword light.

The sword came too fast!

"Blood Transformation, One Blade Slash!"

Under the pressure of life and death, Blood Transformation Child could do nothing, only roar wildly, all the viscous dark red essence blood in his body surging into the blade embryo that had been refined and cultivated for many years and had swallowed many brothers and sisters.

Blood Transformation One Blade Slash!

This was a desperate method recorded in the "Blood Transformation Divine Art" of the Blood Transformation Yu family of the Blood Slaughter Hall, consuming all essence blood and magic power to slash out one blade.

If he could obtain the enemy's flesh and blood essence and return, it would only be a severe injury to his vitality.

If he failed,

All the essence blood in his body would dry up and he would die!

Blood-colored blade Qi filled the sky, the momentum terrifying and intimidating; if a Foundation Establishment cultivator were here, they would also be horrified!

"Slash!"

Blood Transformation Child roared, extremely tragic.

The blood-red blade edge met the deep blue sword light head-on.

The opponent was still the same, just ultra-high speed and sharpness, containing a faint meaning of destruction, precise and calm from beginning to end, never changing.

Clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, the deep blue sword Qi and blood-colored blade Qi collided and annihilated each other, the sharp sound trembling for several miles.

"Break for me!"

Blood Transformation Child stared fixedly at his Blood Transformation Divine Blade embryo.

There was no miracle.

Even more terrifying things happened; amidst the creaking and trembling sound of metal, the Blood Transformation blade embryo wailed, the blood-colored spiritual light flickering violently, uncertain.

Crack!

After a short stalemate, the palm-sized Blood Transformation Divine Blade snapped directly from the crack left behind earlier.

Swish!

The Taiqing flying sword, having lost its obstruction, shone with deep blue light, passing through Blood Transformation Child's withered head, leaving a hole transparent from front to back.

"Blade..."

Blood Transformation Child spat out a word with difficulty, his body turning into countless tiny fragments under the destruction of the high-concentration sword Qi.

Even with the tenacious vitality of the Blood Dao, he had to die completely!

This was a blade embryo refined from Tier 3 Blood Spirit Iron!

How could it snap in two during battle!

He was extremely unwilling in his heart.

Unfortunately, no one would care about a person who didn't even have a corpse.

"Blood Transformation Child is also dead!"

The battlefield went quiet.

"Run!"

Many Blood Slaughter Hall disciples screamed in shock, ignoring even their opponents, showing fearful expressions, no longer obeying orders, and fleeing toward the distance, triggering large numbers of disciples to follow suit.

Clang!

Jiang Ding used sword Qi to slash away an attack from the Hundred Ghost sound waves, successfully dodging the other three with the Magnetic Levitation Flying Escape Technique.

The Taiqing flying sword returned, looking gloomily toward the direction of Hundred Ghost Child.

"Sneak attacking, is it really very happy?"

Hundred Ghost Child said nothing.

Burning essence blood, burning the origin of Hundred Ghost Yin Qi, self-destructing his top-grade flying magic tool, and fleeing toward the distance.

(End of chapter) ===== CHAPTER 221 =====