Chapter 29 Breaking the Evil

"Xi Canhen!" Wei Tianchong shouted.

As the sword light disappeared, a thin figure appeared, which was Xi Canhen.

There was a smile on his face: "Zan Hen has met three martial uncles."

"You don't need to have seen it." Wei Tianchong flew over hurriedly: "Just stop him, who asked you to kill him with one sword. Oh, this is great, they both killed an opponent, I've been fighting for a long time, but I didn't get anything, but you got an advantage."

Xi Canhen said with a smile: "It's because my nephew is incompetent. My uncle also knows that my nephew is only good at assassinating and not good at retaining people. So I took a heavy shot. Please forgive me."

Wei Tianchong said rudely: "You kid, don't do this. Are you hiding here waiting for an opportunity?"

Although Xi Canhen belongs to Zifu, he has always followed the path of assassination. His ability to hide and hide is unparalleled in the world. As long as he wants to hide, no one in the Xiyue Sect except Yun Tianlan and Tang Jie will be able to find him, even if he is Neither Ling Xiao nor Xiao Biehan can do it.

However, precisely because of this, he is not good at face-to-face combat, and every time he takes action, it is always an assassination.

In normal times, such an approach would be unseemly, and Xi Canhen would not have much chance to show off. However, in this Cultivation World War, Xi Canhen's assassination methods were of great use.

↘dǐng↘ǎn↘Xiao↘ said, .︾.≤o He is elusive on the battlefield. He has high cultivation and strong strength. He is never reluctant to fight. He can leave with one blow. His use of fighter planes is unparalleled. Therefore, in On the battlefield he earned the nickname the Messenger of the Underworld.

The remaining traces of the messenger are the best portrayal of his danger.

Cai Junyang and the three of them have been killing for many days since the war started, but they finally started today, killing one Zifu each. As for Xi Canhen, including Wei Tianchong's, he already had four Zifu lives in his hands. No wonder Wei Tianchong was so upset.

Facing Wei Tianchong's question at this moment, Xi Canhen just said: "The battlefield in Xifeng Ridge is urgent. The second junior brother has gone to support, and I have been sent to urge several junior uncles to go quickly."

As soon as they heard the word "Second Junior Brother", everyone immediately became solemn.

Xi Canhen's junior brother is naturally the two tigers that Tang Jie brought back from Qingyun territory.

But now Erhu is no longer Erhu, but the famous Blood Sword King Posha.

This word "break evil",

It represents his life, personality, temperament, and also represents his destiny, destiny and path.

In the Purple Palace Huadian, Tang Jie's great destiny technique did not favor Wang Posha, but let him do whatever he wanted.

But as the son of destiny, it was only a matter of time for him to succeed in the Zifu.

In fact, sooner or later, this came sooner than everyone imagined. Shortly after Wei Tianchong and others were promoted to the Zi Mansion, Wang Posha broke through the bottleneck in a retreat and was successfully promoted to the Zi Mansion.

Wang Posha, who was promoted to the Zifu on his own, was much stronger than his peers from the beginning. Even Cai Junyang, who was known as the strongest among Tang Jie's early classmates, was actually not as good as Erhu.

In addition, he is a prudent person and has a stoic character, which makes him popular among the public. He is highly regarded by the senior leaders of the Xiyue Sect, and he is soon regarded as the successor of the Xiyue Sect after Ling Xiao Xuanyue. Since Tang Jiezhi is no longer the leader of the faction, he is likely to be the one to replace Xuan Yue in the future.

In the face of the future young sect leader, even people as powerful as Cai Junyang, Qi Shaoming and others still admire him quite a lot.

As soon as they heard what he meant, everyone flew to the Xifeng Ridge battlefield together without hesitation.

The Xifeng Ridge battlefield is one of the main points of the Boundary Formation. There are a total of thirty-six formation points in this area. Once this place is broken, it will have a serious impact on the entire formation structure. In order to ensure safety, the Xiyue Sect set up a golden sand formation here, protected by strong hands from the Qianqing Sect.

Despite this, the Xifeng Ridge battlefield still encountered an unprecedented strong attack by the two demon clans, and those responsible for the attack were the Three Sons of Qingyang and the Shuangsha of the Demon Sect who had taken action during the Yunmeng Incident. A total of twelve people from the Purple Mansion Realm strongman.

Faced with this situation, the Qianqing Sect was unable to support them and could only call for help. Wang Posha heard this and personally led a team to rush to the rescue, but he was the only one who couldn't do it, so Xi Canhen was sent here to ask for help.

After hearing what Xi Canhen said, Cai Junyang said: "Then what are you waiting for? Why don't you go quickly!"

The four of them rushed to the Xifeng Ridge battlefield at lightning speed.

On the Xifeng Ridge battlefield, the golden wind was dancing wildly at this moment, the sea of ​​sand was surging into the sky, and there were loud shouts of killing. There were monks from the demon and demon clans charging and killing everywhere.

To the south of the Jinsha Formation, in an open space, a big man holding a rusty knife and his bare upper body was fighting with three monks. It was none other than the Erhu of the year and the current young master of the Xiyue Sect, the Blood Sword King Posha.

The three monks who were hostile to him were all from the Purple Mansion. They had vast magical powers and were powerful in the world. Everywhere they could see were boundless storms caused by their magical powers. Wang Posha, however, was completely fearless and roamed freely in the stormy ocean, rushing back and forth.

His fighting method is extremely simple. He has no brilliant magical powers, no mysterious techniques, no incomprehensible, weird and bizarre magical powers, and he does not rely on divine treasures. He just uses a rusty broken knife to slash around. , but the three Zifu monks were extremely afraid of this simple sword technique and did not dare to let it get close to them.

And their magical powers acted on Wang Posha's body, just like a storm blowing through the human body, raising traces of blood and scratches. Wang Posha still seemed unaware, just waving his sword to himself. Only if you look closely will you find that as he swings the sword, those magical powers are automatically shattered and annihilated, turning into the most primitive spiritual tide and dissipating.

Despite this, facing the joint attacks of the three Zifu cultivators, Wang Posha still swung his rusty knife slower and slower. As his movements slowed down, the attacks from his opponents became obviously sharper. The wounds also began to increase significantly, becoming more and more numerous and dense. Wang Posha didn't feel anything at all, he just kept swinging his sword.

flutter!

A Xuan Yin finger hit Wang Posha's body. Wang Posha staggered in his steps. Pieces of frost appeared on his body. A rusty knife seemed to have solidified, and his movements were stagnant. A skinny Zifu cultivator was overjoyed when he saw this. He thought he had a plan and attacked with all his strength. Just as he was about to attack, a short and fat cultivator next to him shouted: "Junior brother, be careful!"

Then he saw the rusty knife in Wang Posha's hand suddenly glowing brightly, and he was slashing at the thin man. The thin man suddenly let out a shrill scream, as if someone had pinched his throat. Looking at the wound again, blood was flowing like a stream, and it kept pouring out without stopping at all.

The thin cultivator quickly retreated and struck his arm several times. Seeing that the injury could not be stopped from spreading, he cruelly took out another bottle of medicine from the mustard bag, raised his head and poured it into his throat. Only then did he feel The injury gradually improved.

I was also secretly frightened, knowing that the reputation of this Blood Sword King was well-deserved, and anyone injured by him would easily lose their fighting ability. This is not because he put poison on the knife, but because of the unique secret technique he practiced.

Over there, Wang Posha finally retreated after using this sword, with a large piece of golden sand rolling in behind him. This sand covers the sky and the earth, and the grains are like needles. When they hit the human body, each grain has the power to crush muscles and corrode bones.

The three cultivators knew the terror of this golden sand and did not dare to pursue it. They could only watch Wang Posha take the opportunity to rest and shouted back together: "Hurry up and break the formation!"

In the distance, a group of cultivators were seen rushing towards them. Everyone was holding something in their hands, but it turned out to be a clam shell. The clam shells opened their mouths slightly and blew out a gust of wind from the shell, blowing into the array. I saw the wind and dust dancing in the Jinsha Formation, and the golden light filled the sky. The Jinsha Formation was blown to the point of collapse under the storm.

Deep in the formation, there were hundreds of cultivators who were members of the Qianqing Sect. They all looked at the wind and sand blowing around with horrified expressions on their faces.

Suddenly there was a huge rumbling sound in the distance, and the entire Jinsha Formation trembled. Someone said: "The door has been breached."

Hearing this, everyone felt despair. The Jinsha Formation has seven gates, and seven of them have been breached. The Jinsha Formation is destined not to last long, and not many monks can be seen coming from other directions. Most of them have been killed.

A female cultivator said: "Who will rush out of the formation with me, charge and kill for a while, and delay them from breaking the formation?"

But no one interfaced.

It's not that they are unwilling, it's that everyone is exhausted, everyone is injured, and outside the formation, there are enemies several times their number.

"It seems that we are going to perish here after all." A female cultivator with almond-shaped eyes sighed, her voice was so sad that people couldn't help but sigh.

However, Wang Posha, who was resting with his rusty sword, stood up and walked out of the formation again. However, his body was shaking slightly, and the place where Xuanyin's finger hit him was still emitting cold air. When it touched the ground, the entire ground turned into ice and solidified. This is exactly the power of the Xuanyin Finger just now. Even a trace of residual power is enough to freeze to death a cultivator in the Heavenly Mind Realm.

Wang Posha, however, acted as if he didn't know and walked out of the formation step by step. It was so shocked that all the cultivators stopped moving at the same time, and no longer dared to break the formation.

The three cultivators from before met and met them together. What greeted them was a brilliant sword light that filled the sky. Along with the terrifying confrontation, the three Zifu realm cultivators fell back together, and blood marks appeared on their bodies at the same time. Wang Po Sha didn't take a step back, but there were hideous wounds on his chest, abdomen and face. These wounds carry the strange energy of the three people, which lasts for a long time, is difficult to eliminate, and is eroding Wang Posha's physical strength all the time.

Wang Posha still stood tall, just staring ahead.

The three cultivators in the Purple Mansion Realm were severely injured. For a moment, they did not dare to step forward. They could only point forward and shout: "He has been severely injured by us. Why are you still hesitating? Why don't you go forward and kill him?" Whoever beheads him will be rewarded with a sacred treasure!"

Hearing this, everyone became excited. A demon cultivator held a golden bell on his head and rushed towards Wang Posha with a scimitar in his hand. A divine light was cast from the golden bell to protect his whole body. However, Wang Posha just swung his sword casually, and the cultivator in the soul-transformation stage was killed by him with one strike, and the so-called body-protecting golden bell seemed to not exist.

Seeing this, all the practitioners stopped their movements at the same time and did not dare to step forward. When the third cultivator saw it, he shouted sternly: "What are you afraid of? Keep charging, he doesn't have much strength left! If anyone beheads him, he will be rewarded with a million yuan and a top-grade immortal mansion!"

The increased rewards once again stimulated everyone's spirits, and another group of cultivators rushed forward and attacked Wang Posha from a distance. A rain of blood exploded when the crowd was neutral. Wang Posha swung the rusty knife and slashed it away. Every time the knife hit, a cultivator died miserably. No protective shield can stop the force of this rusty knife.

However, as batches of cultivators arrived, Wang Posha gradually became weak and his body finally shook.

Although it was just a feint, it gave people great confidence. Someone shouted: "He is dying!"

The offensive is more intense.

Wang Posha gritted his teeth and stood in front of the formation without taking a step back. The rusty knife continued to dance, and he chopped off the head of a cultivator. However, the cultivator was also pointed at the chest by the cultivator's dying counterattack. Po Sha didn't even grunt, he slashed back, and then killed the cultivator rushing from the side. At the same time, he was hit three times by other people's magic weapons. Although each blow was not a big problem for him, the cumulative effect was that the injuries gradually worsened.

At this time, he had been hit by at least twenty magic weapons, and suffered no less than seventy injuries all over his body. As he continued to fight hard, his magic power became less and his energy was exhausted. His eyes were even more dazzled, but Wang Posha still fought to the death. Don’t retreat.

The blood had dyed his whole body red, but he was still wielding the sword. No one among the countless cultivators could get close to him. It was as if he was the only one. It was this copper wall and the iron wall, which made everyone horrified.

However, during this continuous attack, the three Zifu cultivators gradually recovered. They looked at each other and laughed at the same time: "I'll finish this person later."

But even the reward amount can be saved.

Wang Posha sighed secretly, knowing that he could not stop the opponent after all.

Just as he was sighing helplessly, he heard a voice: "Whoever dares to hurt my nephew will die!"

A huge hand covering the sky was already rumbling down, bringing with it boundless power, but Wei Tianchong and others finally arrived.

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