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With a ng, the two swords collided, a mingling of golden light and ck sword energy. The old man felt a tingling sensation in his arm, taking two steps back from the shock, a dull pain in his knuckles.

Seeing this, the elder on the left immediately swung his sword forward, coordinating with the elder on the right. Like two venomous snakes, the two longswords attacked David from left and right.

Their swordsmanship was exquisite, their coordination seamless. Their sword energies crisscrossed, forming an imprable that enveloped David, leaving him no chance to breathe.

David showed no fear. The Dragon ying Sword came alive in his hands, shing horizontally, shing vertically, and thrusting forward. The golden sword light and ck sword energy collided continuously, creating a deafening sound.

With his nimble agility, he weaved through the sword, searching for an opening to strike back.

Once, the old man’s longsword stabbed at his chest. David dodged sideways, simultaneously striking the old man’s wrist with his sword. The old man quickly drew his sword back to block, but David seized the opportunity and kicked him in the chest, sending him stumbling back a few steps.

Wu Hao seized the opportunity to charge at the Soul Devourer, brandishing his longsword. Golden spiritual energy coalesced into a massive sword shadow, shing towards him with devastating force.

The Soul Devourer, perched on the lion’s back, sneered. With a flick of his right hand, a ck demonic energy coalesced into a thick shield, blocking him.

With a thud, the sword shadow collided with the shield, shattering instantly. Wu Hao was knocked back several steps by the powerful recoil, his blood boiling and a sweet taste wafting through his throat.

“With such limited skill, you dare to kill me?” Soul Devourer taunted, wielding his longsword. A stream of ck sword energy shot towards Wu Hao’s lower abdomen like a venomous snake.

Wu Hao quickly dodged to the side, but the sword energy grazed his battle robe, slicing a long gash, revealing the armor beneath.

Taoist Wuji tried to step forward to help, but was tightly entangled by the old man on his left.

The old man’s swordsmanship was tricky and ruthless, and each strike struck at Taoist Wuji’s vital points, making it impossible for him to escape.fn8dc6 For more chapters visit FindN()vel/fn8dc6

He watched Wu Hao in danger, feeling extremely anxious but helpless.

On the other side of the battlefield, Xue Wuying did not join the battle but stood on a high ground, holding a ck cloth bag.

The cloth

bag looked ordinary, yet it exuded a strange suction force.

He watched the monks falling one after another, his eyes gleaming with excitement. Whenever a monk died and their soul left their body, he would raise the cloth bag and mutter something.

As if summoned, the souls of the monks flew towards the bag, being sucked in.

As more souls were sucked in, the bag gradually swelled, emitting an increasingly dense ck mist.

“Xue Wuying, what are you doing? Come and help!”

Soul Devourer, seeing Xue Wuying standing by and watching, shouted angrily.

“My Lord, wait a moment!”

Xue Wuying said without turning back, his movements unwavering.

Soul Devourer snorted and ignored him, concentrating on dealing with Wu Hao.

While Wu Hao was formidable, he was still a notch below the Soul Devourer, who had lived for ten thousand years.

After several rounds, Wu Hao was already struggling, wounded, and his robe. His spiritual energy wasrgely depleted.

As time passed, the melee intensified.

The casualties among both the human and beast cultivators mounted. The Imperial Guards’ formation had long been broken by the demonic spirits, and the soldiers, fighting on their own, continued to fall.

Han Lie and Zi Yuan were exhausted, their spiritual energy nearly depleted. They could only rely on instinct to wield their weapons to resist. Their bodies were covered in wounds, and blood dripped from their weapons, forming pools on the ground.