Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Chapter 439: Still an Individual Cultivator

Wang Qiye sighed softly. If he were alone, facing this situation, it would be really difficult to deal with.

He glanced at the enemies who were eyeing him covetously, and a sense of helplessness arose in his heart.

If a single cultivator faces an attack from the opposing formation, he will not be able to easily defeat them today unless he uses his best tactics.

The formation exuded a powerful force, which made him feel a little tricky.

However, he is not fighting alone.

Dahei swam behind a constable who was in charge of the formation and bit his neck.

The constable felt a chilling air instantly invading his whole body, as if he had fallen into an ice cave. Then his body seemed to be frozen, and he paused and lost consciousness.

A second-level cultivator, facing Dahei's sneak attack, only lasted three seconds before falling down. Dahei's whereabouts were like a ghost, making it difficult to guard against.

Without a person in charge of the formation, the formation collapsed immediately. The remaining 13 constables of Bijiang Ferry felt a chaotic spiritual power rushing into their bodies.

Then it was as if they were hit hard by a train, and the formation backfired, causing them to spit out blood.

Their faces turned pale as paper in an instant, and the spiritual energy in their bodies became chaotic. Some of them were even exploded by the chaotic spiritual energy on the spot, and turned into a ball of blood mist.

However, now is the critical moment to wipe out this demon. Now everyone's spiritual power is not flowing smoothly for a while, and the impact force of the killing formation is still sweeping everyone towards the demon.

Facing these monks whose spiritual power was in chaos, who were seriously injured and could not mobilize even a trace of it, Wang Qiye showed no mercy. As he swung his two swords, cold light flashed, bringing up a puff of blood mist.

With the movement of his sword, 15 bodies fell from the sky like dumplings. Even Deacon Han, a Jindan cultivator and one of the three deacons of Bijiang Ferry who presided over the formation, was not spared.

His eyes were filled with disbelief and horror.

As the core of the formation, he suffered the greatest backlash when the formation was broken.

Although he managed to summon a defensive magic weapon to block in front of him, one of Wang Qiye's double swords still came out from the angle and cut off his head with one blow.

The head flew up and blood splattered everywhere. The scene was horrific.

From the formation being broken to several people being killed, all this happened in an instant.

"Hi~"

Along with this creepy sound, Dahei actually devoured the soul of a third-level cultivator.

At this moment, its strange figure was rolling excitedly on Wang Qiye's body, and its tongue was moving rapidly in and out, making waves of terrifying sounds of joy.

Wang Qiye flew upwards like a gust of wind, and the monks from Xueyue Tower had just smashed the wall and hurriedly followed him out.

They really didn't expect that this seemingly ordinary Black Crow Taoist could dodge the carefully arranged ambush so easily.

Because of this momentary negligence, Wang Qiye knocked them into the formation and broke out of it, and two people died in an instant.

Fortunately, the one who died was only the person in charge of the auxiliary formation. Upon seeing this, the other substitutes hurriedly filled the vacancies and tried their best to keep the killing formation running, for fear of a bigger accident.

Deacon Li, who had been waiting on high alert below, ready to wait for the demon to be crushed by the killing formation and then attack from both sides, could only wait alone at this moment.

He looked at the tragically dead constables, his face full of shock and confusion. He still hasn't figured out how these constables were suddenly wiped out like cutting vegetables?

However, now is obviously not the time to think too much, as the situation on the battlefield is changing rapidly.

Looking at the monk from Xueyue Tower who was already fighting with Wang Qiye, he did not hesitate at all. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, and he led his men to the fifth floor like an arrow, ready to join this increasingly fierce battle.

"disease"

Guardian Qin activated the instantaneous light escape ability of the formation, and in an instant, a long stick as thick as a door appeared above the head of the Black Crow Demon without warning and suddenly crashed towards him with the force of thunder.

The Black Crow Demon Daoist couldn't dodge in time, and Wang Qiye only had time to use his two swords to block the long stick. However, the huge impact force caused the whole person to be crushed by the long stick, and crashed downstairs like a falling meteor.

"here you go!"

The "Bijiang Sword Formation" formed by Deacon Li and others had just flown to the second floor. Seeing this scene, they were overjoyed.

This was a rare opportunity, and with a sharp and cold sword, its owner used all his strength to smash it hard towards the black crow demon.

At this moment, with the pressure from Xueyue Tower's stick formation above and the attack from Bijiang Ferry's knife formation below, the two formations were getting closer and closer like two ferocious beasts and were about to collide.

Everyone was certain that by then, even if the Black Crow Demon had extraordinary abilities, he would still die with hatred in his heart.

The two teams were already blood-thirsty, completely disregarding the cost of their own injuries, and only wanted to put the black crow demon to death. The two groups were about to collide with each other, and there was no sign of slowing down.

At this critical moment, Wang Qiye's figure suddenly disappeared, leaving only a flashing talisman burning in its place.

"Oh no, he used the talisman to escape!"

When Deacon Li saw the figure of the Black Crow Demon disappear, he cursed him inwardly for being cunning and quickly tried his best to stop the attack.

But the distance was too close, and the two formations inevitably collided with each other.

There was a loud bang, and everyone else's faces turned pale. The people at the front of the formation turned into a handful of blood mist on the spot.

With just this simple collision, one constable died and two guards also died. The scene was tragic and filled with the smell of blood, as if telling of the cruelty and intensity of the battle.

Wang Qiye reappeared on the rooftop of the fifth floor, secretly sighing in his heart that this Master Zhou's talisman was really useful.

Among the more than one hundred talismans, two-thirds were life-saving talismans. He couldn't help but think that if Mr. Zhou was not so useless, it would not be easy for him to kill him.

At this time, the guard of Xueyue Tower who was in charge of keeping watch on the surroundings saw the Black Crow Demon Daoist suddenly appear beside him. Without any hesitation, he rushed over with his spear in hand like a tiger pouncing on its prey.

Wang Qiye looked at this resolute second-level cultivator and saw that the anger in his eyes was already burning red, as if he wanted to burn everything in front of him to ashes.

The two had no grudges against each other, but at this moment and place, they seemed to have an irreconcilable hatred, and it seemed that only if one of them fell could the tension and hostility in the air be resolved.

Wang Qiye's cold eyes were like the water in a cold pond, without a trace of emotion. At the moment when the spear was about to stab him, he tilted his head slightly and cleverly avoided the spear.

When the two men passed each other, he gently swung the long knife in his hand, and a touch of bright red instantly appeared on the knife.

The monk from the Xueyue Tower rushed forward five steps, and then collapsed like a collapsing mountain. Blood flowed beneath his body like a blooming flower of death.

He closed his eyes unwillingly. Perhaps at the last moment of his life, he was still thinking that if he were stronger, he would be able to destroy this demon.

However, everything has become a foregone conclusion. Life and death on the battlefield often happen in a flash, cruel and ruthless.

A broadsword as long as a room and a long stick as thick as a door panel slowly rose into the air, and then pressed towards the Black Crow Demon with tremendous pressure.

Wang Qiye seemed unhurried. He quickly stuffed a pill of Hunling Pill into his mouth.

This medium-grade elixir will slowly restore half of his spiritual power in the next 10 minutes, which is undoubtedly his only hope in this difficult battle.

The long stick came whistling towards him first. Wang Qiye loosened his right hand and dropped his long knife without hesitation. He instantly changed his claws into fists and punched the long stick with all his strength.

"Iron Bamboo Pathfinder"

Wang Qiye, who had already accumulated enough spiritual power, suddenly became more powerful. His fists quickly turned black and became as hard as steel. He faced the long stick with an indomitable momentum.

"boom!"

The two sides collided violently, and a dazzling gas explosion occurred in an instant, and the powerful impact force spread in all directions.

Wang Qiye was just one person after all, and ultimately he could not contend with the combined strength of the 24 opponents.

Under the impact of this tremendous force, he was crushed through the roof of the fifth floor like a falling meteorite and fell rapidly downwards.

As he fell, he felt a sweetness in his mouth and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.

The stick formation above was not feeling well either. After being hit by the full-strength attack from the late Jindan cultivator, everyone felt as if they had hit a hill. The powerful recoil force made their blood boil.

The six guards with low strength fainted from the shock.

Of the original 28 people in the formation, 10 had died, leaving only 18. After these two fierce battles, some of the remaining people were seriously injured, and the formation collapsed uncontrollably on the spot.

The mottled and chaotic spiritual energy rushed into everyone's body like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins, and everyone spat out blood.

The six severely injured guards could not hold on any longer and fell unconscious. The scene was in chaos and devastation, filled with thick smell of gunpowder and blood, as if telling the cruelty and tragedy of the battle.

The remaining 12 guards were attacked by the formation and were unable to mobilize any spiritual power, so they allowed themselves to plummet downwards.

"It's still a personal cultivation!"

Deacon Li's face turned cold. Although these guards had to guard a snowy place all day long, they could not help but be tempted and had to embrace a beautiful lady every night.

But they had 24 people after all, and when they put all their strength into the fight, they were able to fight the Black Crow Demon on equal terms. This showed that the Demon was quite skilled in martial arts.

I think that he was not seriously injured after being knocked down. Deacon Li, who was about to rush down to take advantage, stopped his knife and stared at the dusty place with a gloomy face.

Sure enough, as if what Deacon Li had thought came true, a cold star shone through the smoke-filled dust, emitting a ferocious light that could frighten people.