The Heart Demon Clan launched an all-out pursuit and suppression campaign, taking advantage of the remaining power of the Spirit Sea Tide to pursue the human race.
In this situation, the battle situation is the most important thing and everything else should be put aside for the time being.
So it was clear that only a few days had passed since Lu Qingshan and Mo Yan massacred the city in the Demon-occupied area. However, the Demon-occupied area, which was full of panic and made a big fuss not long ago, has now died down and no one can be seen.
——The demons have invested most of their forces in the front line, so the rear is naturally empty.
Under normal circumstances, seeing that the demon clan's rear was so empty, Lu Qingshan would definitely take advantage of the situation to launch an attack.
But now, he has no such intention at all.
Passing through the demon-occupied area, Lu Qingshan continued heading west.
As long as you cross one more state, you will reach the front battlefield, where you will be able to see the three cities of the human race and the monks of the Sword Sect.
On the way, when he passed through a city occupied by demons, he was discovered by a demon cultivator with special talents and magical powers.
The demon cultivator immediately sent out a warning signal.
Seeing the demon cultivators gathering and chasing after him, Lu Qingshan simply killed all the demon cultivators in the city.
After leaving the city full of corpses, Lu Qingshan finally felt relieved of the feeling of worry or anxiety that had been accumulating in his heart.
After some time, Lu Qingshan finally saw the front battlefield.
Ahead is Niu Jiao City, which is guarded by Ning Fengchen, the master of Wangu Peak.
Then, Lu Qingshan's expression suddenly became very solemn.
The Niujiao City is nowhere to be seen.
Because, outside Niu Jiao City, there are elite magic cultivators of the Wu Jian Demon Clan everywhere , and the space is filled with their figures.
There were at least a million people in that dark scene.
What really shocked Lu Qingshan was the violent fluctuations coming from the front of the demonic tide, as well as the human figures and sword lights flying up and down.
"High-level Demon Lord!"
Lu Qingshan saw the figure of Demon Lord Dongqi from afar and couldn't help but frowning.
Although he had never faced the Demon Lord head-on, he had seen him before.
Abyss and his party were in Jianluo King City, where he had already seen the Demon Lord.
Just through normal communication, he could feel the heavy pressure from those Demon Lords. It was conceivable how terrifying the Demon Lords were.
…
The battle in Niujiao City has been going on for more than a day.
Several hours before Lu Qingshan arrived, Ning Fengchen had already begun looking for an opportunity to break out.
Because they have delayed the human race's large army for enough time.
Under the leadership of Ning Fengchen, the Sword Sect monks who were trapped in the encirclement of the demonic tide launched their first powerful breakout.
That breakout was the closest to success among several subsequent attempts.
Because before the first breakout, the demons only knew that the sword cultivators would definitely take such action, but they did not know the exact time.
Unfortunately, Demon Lord Dongqi made careful arrangements and used some unknown means to solidify the space near Niujiao City like a swamp, making it difficult for the cultivators to perform their escape techniques.
No matter how skilled in fighting and brave the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are, their speed will inevitably slow down when they are trapped in this swampy space.
The demons reacted later and used human lives to stop Ning Fengchen's breakout.
After that, the demon cultivators, knowing that the sword cultivators were preparing to leave, became even more defensive and surrounded them layer by layer, making it completely impossible for the sword cultivators to break out.
The battle turned into a stalemate.
Although Ning Fengchen led the Sword Sect monks to make several attempts after that, they were always exhausted and failed to break out.
Demon Lord Dongqi quickly withdrew from the battle.
He stood in the center of the army, looking at the densely packed demon army and the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect who were fighting bravely. He let the corpses of his own demon cultivators rain down, and remained unmoved.
The reason why they retreated so far was because the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect had fallen into a dilemma that they could not break, and they were at the end of their strength.
As long as the situation drags on, the Sword Sect cultivators will surely die and be annihilated by them. There is no need for him to participate in the battle.
And the Demon Lord Dongqi knows too much about sword cultivation.
When faced with inevitable death, they always display means and determination that are unimaginable to the world.
He was afraid that Ning Fengchen would explode when he was facing a dead end and exchange his life for his.
Demon Lord Dongqi was very cautious and did not want to take this risk.
As for wasting more time and delaying their pursuit of the retreating human monks?
We have already been held up by this group of sword cultivators for a whole day. There is nothing to do in the next hour or two.
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The sword practitioners of the Sword Sect are suffering from continuous attacks from the demon army.
However, they still fought bravely, wielding their natal swords, carrying the grief of their comrades' sacrifice, and continuously harvesting the heads of the demon cultivators.
At this point, sacrifice is inevitable.
There were originally nearly 800 sword cultivators in the Sword Sect, but now there are less than 300 left.
This was the toughest battle that the Sword Sect's sword practitioners could remember, with the largest number of enemies.
Those demon cultivators who came in like a tide seemed impossible to kill.
If an ordinary cultivator faced this situation, he would become numb and collapse within a day, perhaps just an hour.
But it is not like this for the sword practitioners of the Sword Sect. They all have one belief.
As long as they kill all the demon cultivators blocking their way, they will be able to break out naturally.
So they never stopped.
The sounds of fierce fighting and the clanging of metal clashing continued to echo in the sky.
Even though Ning Fengchen was using the energy of heaven and earth to hit people and minimize his own damage, he still began to feel tired, and the hand holding the sword had already moved from right to left.
As long as they break out of the encirclement and retreat to the area covered by the spiritual sea tide, they can use the power of heaven to deal with the demon army, making it difficult for the demon army to organize an effective pursuit, and he can take his comrades back.
Ning Fengchen was always at the forefront and never looked back.
The sword box on his back was filled with seventy-three of his comrades' natal swords.
He also knew that of the more than 700 Sword Sect disciples he led, less than half were left.
This was the heaviest blow the Sword Sect had ever suffered in the past 20,000 years.
But Ning Fengchen was not sad.
Because they completed their original goal and successfully covered the large group of human monks as they retreated into the spiritual sea.
And he knew that every Sword Sect disciple who sacrificed had killed at least hundreds of times more enemies than himself before his death.
That's enough.
This way you can die with your chest held high.
Worthy of the name of the Sword Sect.
Ning Fengchen picked up "a pot of wine" and swung it out, chopping an eighth-grade demon cultivator who was blocking his way in half from head to body, and then passing through the rain of blood and flesh.
His left hand holding the sword began to stiffen again.
"Everyone is almost reaching their limits and is too weak to fight anymore. We only have one last chance to fight." Ning Fengchen communicated with Jian Huang behind him.
The battle lasted for a whole day and night, and he never stopped drawing his sword from beginning to end.
The sword cultivators of the Sword Sect are strong, but they are not made of iron after all, but mortals with flesh and blood. They have long been exhausted and their magic power is almost running out.
"We only have this last bit of magic power, it's difficult to break through." Ning Fengchen said again.
Jian Huang's face looked a little gloomy.
He naturally understood this principle.
The previous failed breakouts had already proved the difficulty of this task.
"Since breaking through is almost impossible, perhaps we can change our target." Ning Fengchen looked at the Demon Lord Dongqi who had retreated to the center of the army, his eyes slowly narrowed, and his voice seemed to become a little colder.
"The most elite forces in the encirclement are concentrated in the direction of our retreat, while the forces in the front are relatively weak."
“They weren’t really prepared for it.”
"We can rush to him in one go and kill him."
"But even if we take him by surprise and do the opposite, and kill him in front of him, it will be difficult to kill him in a short time," Jian Huang was not optimistic and said to Ning Fengchen: "He is a high-level demon king, with the same combat power as you."
It takes time to determine the winner between opponents of equal strength, let alone a life-and-death battle.
"I can give it a try." Ning Fengchen said softly, with a faint smile on his lips, and there was domineering confidence in his tired tone.
…
In the human realm, no cultivator from any sect is qualified to be compared with the sword cultivators of the Sword Sect.
There is even a rumor among the human race that the Sword Sect’s sword cultivators are invincible.
Not to mention breaking ten thousand, in hundreds of thousands of years, the number of people in the Sword Sect has never exceeded four thousand.
This was true even in its heyday.
But the Sword Sect, no matter how many people there are, has never fallen from the position of the Dao Sect.
"I have wanted to prove one thing in my life... Not only in the human realm, but even in the demon realm, no demon cultivator can be compared with our sword cultivators. I never thought that I would have such an opportunity."
Ning Fengchen's smile faded, he slowly raised the "pot of wine" and asked, "Who is willing to accompany me to slay demons today?"
"We all wish to return with Master Ning Feng!"
The last less than three hundred sword cultivators from the Sword Sect behind him responded in unison, without any fear.