Chapter 380

A group of nine people!

All true Foundation Establishment cultivators!

Such a force is already quite impressive on the battlefield.

However, they were very unlucky; at the beginning of the battle, they were bombarded by the Luoyun Sect's puppet army, leaving them all injured.

After paying a certain price, they chose to retreat from the flank.

Among them, eight people were led by the heavily injured late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator.

For no other reason than that the opponent was a true disciple of the Yuding Sword Sect!

An injured Sword Sect true disciple is still a Sword Sect true disciple!

At this moment, as everyone was hurrying, someone would look back from time to time.

"True Disciple Lan, the Luoyun Sect cultivators are still in hot pursuit, what should we do?"

A mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivator asked anxiously.

As soon as these words were spoken, the others looked nervous.

No one expected that the Luoyun Sect cultivators, who had always performed unremarkably, would erupt with unimaginable combat power today.

They no longer chose to fight one-on-one.

Either hundreds of cultivators gathered into an army, or they moved in groups of three or five, cooperating with each other.

With the help of puppets, even powerful late-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators found it difficult to overcome the puppet obstacle.

Even if someone forcibly charged in.

The Luoyun Sect cultivators could also use the puppets to stall, fighting while retreating, or even remotely control the puppets to surround them in turn.

As a result, after several rounds of fighting, everyone was afraid.

True Disciple Lan's face was pale, and he looked back at the rear with hatred.

"Just fleeing like this won't work!"

"Everyone prepare later, turn back and catch them off guard, and annihilate them all!"

Someone worried: "But the one chasing us is Han Zheng! He is the grandson of Venerable Han Zhan; if we hurt him, will we offend a Nascent Soul Venerable?"

Offend a Nascent Soul Venerable!

Such a thing, even just saying it, makes people tremble.

True Disciple Lan's face was cold, "So what if we offend him? Since he has entered the battlefield, there is no reason why he can kill others but we cannot kill him. Moreover, if we can take his head, it will surely be a great merit on our Sword Sect side!"

"Everyone, are you afraid of Venerable Han Zhan, but not afraid of our Sword Sect's Venerable Yuding?"

As soon as these words were spoken.

Everyone calmed down.

That's right! They have a Nascent Soul Venerable, but don't we have one on our side?

Once on the battlefield, everyone is equal.

There is never a reason to wait for slaughter.

For a time, the nine true Foundation Establishment cultivators all felt settled in their hearts.

Some were even eager to try, fantasizing about what rewards they would get from the Sword Sect if they killed Han Zheng with their own hands.

Compared to the fantasies of these people.

Further back, five mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were flying at extreme speed.

Although their numbers were small.

Their momentum was eye-catching.

Along the way, true Foundation Establishment cultivators from vassal forces would see them and hurriedly retreat.

For no other reason.

These five were all true disciples of the Luoyun Sect.

They seemed to be only five, but if they went all out, no one knew how many puppets they could summon.

And no one knew if there would be combat puppets comparable to late-stage Foundation Establishment or even Great Perfection realm among those puppets.

Among the five, there was no lack of those with profound realms reaching the sixth level of Foundation Establishment.

But it was clear that the four were all implicitly led by the fourth-level Foundation Establishment cultivator in the center.

"Junior Brother Han Zheng, they are just a few defeated soldiers, is it necessary to chase them so desperately?"

Facing his Senior Brother's confusion, Han Zheng smiled slightly.

"The other eight are nothing, but inside, there is still a late-stage true disciple of the Sword Sect; that is our target!"

Hearing this, the others suddenly realized.

As the hegemon of this region, the Yuding Sword Sect has stood for hundreds of years since its establishment.

But the number of sword cultivators under its sect has only just barely exceeded that of the Qing Dan Valley sect after so many years.

Compared to the seven sects, it can be called outstanding, but it cannot suppress all the heroes.

So for so many years, the Yuding Sword Sect has only been the hegemon of the Yuding Region, not its sole master.

Quantity is their biggest drawback!

Since the war began, they have either moved in groups or guarded one side, rarely having individual sword cultivators dispatched.

On the Seventh Mountain side, the number of sword cultivators dispatched to guard is even fewer.

Now that they have finally encountered a late-stage true disciple sword cultivator.

Naturally, there is no reason to let the opponent go!

Just as they were chasing, Han Zheng suddenly showed a look of uncertainty.

"Eh?"

"Junior Brother, what's wrong?"

"Speed up!" Han Zheng's face changed slightly, and he blurted out.

Immediately, the five of them bloomed with spiritual light and chased forward.

Not only that, each of them even summoned puppets, ready to fight at any time.

However, sometimes when they discover it, things have already happened.

Han Zheng's footsteps stopped abruptly.

His eyes widened, looking at the night sky in horror.

A proud sun bloomed from the night!

Boom!

A loud noise.

Then, boundless firelight bloomed.

The vast air wave rolled forward, affecting an area of ten miles.

In that scorching explosion, nine figures were terrified, each using their means to defend.

With the strength of nine people, they resisted the second-tier spell; even though it happened in a hurry, they still managed to hold on.

But then, a figure killed his way in like a tiger into a flock of sheep.

Holding a gold and black staff, sometimes big, sometimes small, sometimes short, sometimes long, constantly reaping the lives of the enemies.

"Ah!"

"Puff..."

"Damn it, it's Tian Kuizi!"

One, two, three...

After suffering the sudden attack of that violent Solar Technique, the formation of the nine true Foundation Establishment cultivators had already been smashed.

So much so that Chu Kui's reaping was like entering an empty land, encountering no decent resistance.

In just a few breaths, six people fell under his attack.

Among them, there was even a mid-stage Foundation Establishment existence.

True Disciple Lan watched this scene with eyes splitting.

Blocked in front, chased from behind, no way to heaven or earth.

Suppressing the blood in his throat, he gave a low shout.

"Split up and run!"

The other two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators did not hesitate and fled in another direction.

True Disciple Lan transformed into a sword, erupting with extreme speed, and was about to leave.

The escape speed of a sword cultivator is extremely fast!

Even if he hasn't reached the Core Formation stage, among the Foundation Establishment stage, if there is no Five Elements Escape Technique or corresponding flying secret technique, he is considered an outstanding one.

However, as soon as he moved, a figure whose speed was no less than his appeared in front of him after a few tremors.

Red robe eye-catching, large sleeves unfurling.

"Fellow Daoist, lend me your head!"

"Despicable scoundrel, don't even think about it!"

True Disciple Lan did not hesitate, the sword light wrapping his whole body suddenly condensed, turning into a sharp sword and heading toward the red figure in front.

This sword, sharp and exposed!

This strike, without a doubt, was the strongest strike Luo Chen had faced since he went to war.

It was not as simple as what a seventh-level Foundation Establishment cultivator could erupt.

He took a deep breath, and the long sword he held reversed behind his back suddenly stabbed forward.

"Duo!"

With a light shout, the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian turned into a meteor and shot straight forward.

Not only that, his eyes widened suddenly, and the faint light looked at the blue sky like a creature from the Nine Netherworlds.

Under this glance, True Disciple Lan was startled, having a moment of delay.

When he woke up, the sword pill he had sent out had already fallen into a blue ocean, struggling and slowly advancing within it.

And in front of him was brilliant firelight, carrying sword chirps as it pierced into his body.

"How could it be like this..."

He opened his mouth and murmured, then his whole body was stabbed onto the mountain wall by the Profound Xuan Xuan Huo Jian.

Hum!!!

Inside the glazed light screen, a sword pill was spinning.

As its owner died, it seemed to emit a mournful cry, and gradually stopped its movements.

"Humph!"

Luo Chen gave a cold snort, grabbed with his large hand, and forcibly plucked the sword pill off.

Then he looked in the opposite direction.

What came into view was the scene of Chu Kui sweeping with his long staff, beating two mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators to death in mid-air.

"Alchemist Danchenzi, doing this is a bit unkind!"

A voice containing anger came.

Luo Chen looked at the owner of the voice with a calm expression.

Han Zheng was stepping on a black wooden kite, staring at him with a gloomy expression.

Behind him, the four mid-stage Foundation Establishment cultivators were ready to go, releasing their momentum without any concealment.

I don't know when, Chu Kui had already packed up the spoils of war and walked silently to Luo Chen's side.

The two stood side by side, facing the five gazes like wolves and tigers.

(End of chapter)