NFBE Chapter 207 The Battle Intensifies
Chapter 207 The Battle Intensifies
The demonic faction clearly knew that Dao Xuan Zhenren, who wielded the Zhuxian Sword, possessed unfathomable strength and was no ordinary person, so they did not choose to confront him alone.
Instead, they dispatched four of their most respected sect leaders to join forces against this formidable enemy wielding an unparalleled divine weapon.
As for the Qingyun Sect's leaders, elders, and disciples, excluding Dao Xuan, they were to be restrained and dealt with by the other experts from the four demonic sects.
Dao Xuan Zhenren, wielding the Zhuxian Sword, galloped across the battlefield, fighting four opponents at once without being at a disadvantage.
His figure was agile and his swordsmanship was fierce. Every move he made contained boundless power, which made the four sect leaders of the demonic path exhausted and unable to find an opening to counterattack.
After all, this earth-shattering battle has only just begun, and neither side has yet used their true strength; they are merely cautiously probing each other.
However, in stark contrast to the cautious clashes between top experts, the battles between ordinary disciples and elders were as fierce as a collision of planets, with no mercy shown from the very beginning, and each person's face revealing a ferocious expression as if they were mortal enemies.
In an instant, the entire Tongtian Peak was plunged into a chaotic and fierce battle.
All sorts of unheard-of and unseen magical spells streaked across the sky like shooting stars, weaving together a dazzling and breathtaking spectacle in the air.
Such a large-scale chaotic battle almost caught up with Ling Feng and his companions, who had been observing the situation from the shadows, and they were also caught in the crossfire.
Fortunately, Ling Feng was alert and had prepared a countermeasure in advance. Without hesitation, he unleashed the powerful domain of Sword Twenty-Three, instantly enveloping himself and the people around him.
In this way, once the aftershocks of all external magical attacks touch the boundary of this mysterious domain, they will disappear without a trace, like a mud ox sinking into the sea. Ling Feng and the others will naturally no longer need to fear being affected.
Compared to Ling Feng's composure and calmness, the battle situation in the center of the battlefield was nothing short of horrific.
Every now and then, one could hear a series of extremely shrill screams that echoed through the sky, followed by the sight of someone collapsing in severe injury.
Most of those who unfortunately fell have lost the ability to stand up again and continue fighting.
As time went by, the battle had lasted for half an hour.
The number of wounded, fallen, and even killed on both sides increased, and blood stained the land of Tongtian Peak. The air was filled with a strong, pungent smell of blood, which was terrifying.
In this fierce battle between good and evil, the elders and disciples of Qingyun Sect fought against the demonic forces alone, facing immense pressure.
Because this attack by the demonic forces was a mobilization of the full strength of the four major sects, they held an overwhelming advantage in terms of numbers.
On the battlefield, it is common for several demonic masters to simultaneously besiege a Qingyun Sect elder or disciple, putting the Qingyun Sect at a clear disadvantage in battle.
Even the three outstanding and highly regarded members of TFBOYS experienced several thrilling crises and nearly lost their lives in such a difficult battle.
Whenever he saw them in dire straits, Ling Feng felt extremely anxious, and several times he couldn't help but want to personally lend a helping hand.
Fortunately, at the critical moment, the "three little ones" successfully resolved the crisis and turned danger into safety thanks to their tenacious will and luck.
Seeing that they were safe and sound, Ling Feng's heart was finally at ease, and he temporarily suppressed the urge to intervene.
In another corner of the battlefield, the area where the disciples of Xiaozhu Peak were located also attracted everyone's attention.
Among the many disciples of Xiaozhu Peak dressed in white, Lu Xueqi stood out.
She moved with the grace of a fairy, wielding her long sword and unleashing the incredibly powerful Divine Sword Thunder Control Technique.
In an instant, dark clouds filled the sky, thunder rumbled, and thick bolts of lightning, like silver snakes, crisscrossed and formed a sea of thunder that blotted out the sky.
This earth-shattering scene shocked everyone present.
However, despite Lu Xueqi's extraordinary strength, she was ultimately only involved in a contest between disciples.
Compared to the overall war situation, this impact is negligible.
Moreover, disciples with top-tier strength like Lu Xueqi are extremely rare. The majority of ordinary disciples of Qingyun Sect have suffered heavy casualties under the overwhelming siege of the demonic forces, and the situation is becoming increasingly critical.
Dao Xuan stared solemnly at the horrific scene before him. He saw many disciples of the Qingyun Sect lying in pools of blood, the heavy casualties causing him immense grief.
Meanwhile, the demonic forces' offensive grew increasingly fierce, surging in like a relentless tide, as if to devour the entire Qingyun Sect.
Dao Xuan knew that if no action was taken at this moment, the Qingyun Sect would face annihilation.
He gritted his teeth and made a silent vow: only by summoning the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation could he possibly turn the tide of the current crisis!
Without further hesitation, Dao Xuan swiftly formed hand seals, chanted incantations, and channeled his magical power into the Immortal Execution Sword he gripped tightly.
In an instant, the Zhuxian Sword unleashed an incomparably dazzling beam of light, like the blazing sun in the sky, radiating boundless brilliance.
At the same time, equally dazzling beams of light shot out from the seven main peaks of the Qingyun Sect, like seven giant dragons soaring into the sky.
In an instant, these beams of light intertwined and entwined in the air, eventually coalescing into a magnificent and powerful array.
As the grand formation took shape, an extremely intense and chilling aura swept over everyone present, causing them to feel terrified.
Ling Feng saw Dao Xuan successfully summon the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation from afar, and his heart clenched.
He knew all too well that in the original story, Biyao died by the terrifying Zhuxian Sword.
Now, whether it's to complete the tasks assigned by the system or because of the unbreakable emotional bond he has with Biyao, he will never allow the Zhuxian Sword to harm Biyao in the slightest again.
Ling Feng quietly reached out his right hand and tightly grasped Bi Yao's slightly trembling hand beside him.
He knew that if he didn't hold Biyao tightly, once she discovered that Wanrenwang was in danger, given her impulsive and resolute nature, she would definitely rush out without hesitation.
If Biyao were to suffer any further irreparable and irreversible trauma as a result, Lingfeng would likely be consumed by endless regret and self-blame.
Just then, Biyao keenly noticed Ling Feng's gesture of tightly gripping her hand.
She turned her head slightly and secretly glanced at Ling Feng out of the corner of her eye.
The moment her gaze met Ling Feng's, she saw that his deep eyes were staring straight at her, as if he wanted to see right through her.
In an instant, a blush as beautiful as the sunset spread across Biyao's pretty face, reaching all the way to her ears.
Keep in mind, this is the first time in a long time that Ling Feng has taken the initiative to hold her hand!
However, this sweetness and shyness lasted only a moment before being interrupted by the fierce battle on the field.
Biyao's gaze was involuntarily drawn to the intense battle unfolding before her.
After all, as the eldest daughter of the Ghost King Sect, Biyao had been accustomed to all kinds of conflicts and bloody battles in the martial arts world since she was a child.
If Ling Feng hadn't been so adamant in preventing her from participating in the battle, she might already be a member of the battlefield by now.
Especially when she witnessed the Qingyun Sect Leader Daoxuan unleash the incredibly powerful Zhuxian Sword Formation, her worries grew even heavier.
Because among the crowd engaged in a life-or-death struggle with Dao Xuan was none other than her father—Wan Renwang.
Faced with such an earth-shattering battle, although Biyao was extremely anxious, she also clearly understood that she was powerless to intervene with her current strength. All she could do was silently pray for Wanrenwang in her heart, asking God to bless him so that he could be safe and sound.
In the blink of an eye, Dao Xuan had already completed the setup of the Immortal Slaughtering Sword Formation!
Its speed was astonishing; even the four great sect leaders of the demonic path were powerless to interrupt it.
At this moment, this magnificent sword formation stands between heaven and earth, emanating a chilling aura.