The Tai 'a United Army Camp had sent out four ancestor-level figures to barely withstand Kang Wei's sound wave martial skill.
This was the difference!
They were known as patriarchs in the 32 sword sects, but their cultivation was only at the late stage of Meditation.
A disciple of the three major sword sects was only at the early stage of Ethereal Opening.
This difference in strength … was like heaven and earth!
Zhang Xing shook his head.
No one could be used in the first battle, so only Jin Bao or Saint One could fight.
Of course, he could also fight.
But he was now the leader of the coalition, so there was no reason for him to fight in the first battle.
"Saint One, you go!"
Zhang Xing said to Saint One, who had turned into a human.
He leaned back on the wide carved wooden chair, his expression indifferent, as if he had no interest in this battle.
The truth was so. In the wars he had experienced, the lowest number of people was at least a million.
Large-scale wars with tens of millions or hundreds of millions were common. If he did not fight a battle every once in a while, he would feel lucky.
Of course, he had a group of dragons back then.
But now, he only had two.
But Jin Bao was already at Level 13, so he could easily take care of this situation with just one dragon.
But now was not the time to show his trump card.
Who knew if the three major sword sects had a strong backup plan?
Although Saint One was in human form after transforming, his skin was dark blue.
Zhang Xing looked at him and felt like he was an alien.
The First Saint's appearance was already like this. He really couldn't be considered handsome.
His current form could only be described as somewhat demonic!
Kang Wei saw a young man covered in blue paint and could not help but be surprised.
"Haha!
Is there no one else among you traitors?
Why don't those elders and patriarch-level people come out?
Oh, right!
Your patriarchs have lower cultivation than me, how dare they come out to die! "
Kang Wei mocked.
The patriarchs and sect masters of the coalition blushed in embarrassment.
Saint One walked into the air step by step and stood across from Kang Wei.
"Hey!
So what if your cultivation is high? "
Hearing Saint One's provocative words, Kang Wei waved his little finger at Saint One in disdain.
"Of course, my cultivation is higher than yours, so I'm amazing!
I only need one finger to take your head! "
"Alright then, you take it!"
Saint Yi stretched his neck and said nonchalantly.
"Tsk!
Watch my sword! "
Kang Wei's pinky moved, and a flying sword behind him slashed towards First Saint.
Saint One did not move. He raised his head and looked at the flying sword with disdain.
Seeing his arrogant attitude, Conway's lips curled up cruelly.
"Blue-skinned brat, you're here to die …"
Clang!
Before he could finish his sentence, the flying sword had already reached Holy One's neck.
However, the expected scene of heads flying and blood gushing out did not appear.
The flying sword seemed to have hit a rock and made a crisp sound.
"Body cultivator?"
Conway was startled and blurted out those two words subconsciously.
The people from the three great sword sects were also stunned.
How could a body cultivator get involved in a dispute between sword cultivators?
What were they trying to do?
When Conway saw that his first attack had failed, he moved his little finger again.
Ding ding dang dang!
The flying sword slashed at Saint One's neck dozens of times in a row. Sparks flew everywhere, but not a single wound appeared.
"What a powerful body!"
Kang Wei retracted his flying sword.
He glanced at it casually.
His mouth fell open.
"Oh my god!
This was too inconceivable!
My flying sword is full of sawteeth and has become a flying saw! "