Volume 6 Chapter 72 - Chapter Seventy-Two: Heir (1/2)
This sword was so casual, and the kill so quick that everyone in the military that witnessed this move had no time to feel terror. They just unconsciously understood the other was so strong they could not be stopped from coming into the camp. Then another wild gust of cold wind blew in the camp.
The cold wind made it impossible for the soldiers standing near the gates to stand still, and even the tents secured to the ground with metal rods flew away.
The woman who held a lifebond sword that could even freeze people’s swords had advanced hundreds of feet in this breath!
The military armament and seal weapons falling towards her fell behind her. The soldiers closest to her and to her sides still had outstretched hands, but were covered in frost just like the armament and seal weapons, frozen to the ground.
The cold wind blew forward, the sword essence targeted at the main tent where Mo Ying was in. On the way there, not many could stand still, but there were some who could.
A dozen or so cultivators appeared from different corners of the camp and stood in the cold wind ahead of her. These cultivators seemed to stand in a seemingly scattered manner, but the power coming off them seemed to cut through the surrounding primal energies of the universe and form a special formation.
Some armies and sects had formations that cultivators could work together to perform, merging in the power of lower ranking cultivators in order to fend off more powerful cultivators. These dozen cultivators who formed the formation were not weak. even more importantly, in an army like this, they just had to trap the other in an area, and the military would have more killing moves waiting for the cultivators who came in.
These cultivators came mostly from different sects. Looking at the sword whose color was so deep it was unimaginable, they knew that this was the legendary Eldest Miss Gongsun, and this sword was the famous Nine Hell King Sword, infamous for being the most violent sword in the world. So they channeled all of their vital energy.
Even Zhangsun Qianxue felt the power of this formation. She paused in her footsteps, and the road ahead seemed to grow long.
One cultivator was not among these dozen cultivators. He stood behind a seal weapon, and his perception locked onto Zhangsun Qianxue who had slowed down. The seal weapon in front of him was the height of two men added together, and had a base inscribed with many profound seal scripts. This was a standing metal doll. The metal person stretched out the right finger, pointing forward like it was pointing the way.
“Do not move.”
Just as his vital energy started to surge to activate this large seap weapon, he heard this sincere voice.
The cultivator who had walked in with Eldest Miss Gongsun into the camp had appeared behind him at some unknown time. This young cultivator in black robes was naturally Ding Ning.
Hearing this voice, the military cultivator turned slightly. Ding Ning shook his head again and said softly, “Do not move.”
This military cultivator’s body was slightly stiff. He clearly knew that the other said to not move and activate this military seal weapon. He also sensed the strong warning in the other’s words. But he did not want to give up on this chance. After hesitating a moment, his wild vital energy flowed out of his right sleeve, not into the seal weapon’s base, but into a flying sword inside his sleeve.
With a bang, the sleeve of this military cultivator shattered to pieces. A grey sword shot out of the flying cloth towards Ding Ning’s chest.
Ding Ning frowned slightly. He lifted his right arm, and pointed at the moving sword.
There was another shrill howl among the deafening roars. A sword essence came out of his fingertip, passing through the compressed layers of air, and accurately hit the other flying sword.