cultivator ceased to exist. 。As for the other Zhao clan cultivators and the masked, black-robed men, each of them snatched a drop or two of Yuan Jing's heart blood before vanishing like birds and be...These ghost-faced men in black, along with their pottery soldier cavalry and arrow formations, were not members of the Giant Stone Clan. Whether these fellows or the Cyclops Three-Armed Demons behind them win, in the end, I won't be able to gain an advantage. 。Lu Xia Tian reached out and clapped his hand, a surging blood force rippling. The dozens of arrows that were flying towards him trembled in mid-air with the tremor, their momentum greatly reduced. 。The impact of the "ding ding ding" against the Blood-Gang Armor had lost much of its force. 。At this time, being trapped within the enemy's ranks, how much could blood energy and magical power save 。For Lu Xia Tian, it was completely unnecessary to shoot down all those arrows. 。As long as its lethality is reduced to a point where it poses little threat. 。The Demon Blade roared, rolling like a dragon, slashing through the heavens like a thunderbolt, relentlessly cleaving its way towards the pottery figurine cavalry. 。The one-eyed three-armed demon at this time was incredibly furious. Previously, he had been belittled by several Nascent Soul experts from Xiang Hualin, and that was tolerable, after all, strength dictated everything. But now, these ants, these insignificant juniors dared to block his path! 。The azure demon blade in his hand, accompanied by the screech of a demonic owl, transformed into seven. 。 。...The terracotta cavalry chariots surged forward, and with the division of the demonic blade, it transformed into seven torrents that rose and churned. 。Where the blade of magic danced, the terracotta warriors riding behind were turned into dust. Several powerful figures among them, reaching the level of Nascent Soul, were directly cleaved in half by that single blow from the magical blade. 。Clean and concise, with no unnecessary embellishment. 。But the surging terracotta cavalrymen showed no fear in their eyes. Riding bronze chariots, they brandished their long spears like a forest. 。
One after another, the long lances thrust out with a gathering momentum, surging upward against the blade's edge.
The one-eyed three-armed demon was about to break into the formation when another volley of arrows, whistling through the air, rained down upon him. 。“Roar!” With a flash of its figure, the one-eyed three-armed demon multiplied, turning from one into ten, then ten into a hundred, its demonic shadows filling every corner. 。The Magic Sword Whirls 。A flurry of left and right strikesawk was suddenly attacked, caught between two Nascent Soul-stage blue crocodiles. Adding to the danger were countless Golden Core-stage blue crocodiles who charged in fearlessly. The situation was ex...