"Run …" Xiang Liu heard Jiufeng's voice, and then the voice faded away. At the same time, Xiang Liu sensed that Jiufeng's aura had completely disappeared, which meant that Jiufeng had died.
This was Nine Phoenix's final warning to the other Magi. He told all the Magi to flee as fast as they could. They had to flee as far as they could.
The Sorcerer Tribe knew very well why Nine-headed Phoenix had said that. At least, the remaining two Great Sorcerers knew very well.
They had seen the sword light that killed Jiufeng in a second. The name "Myriad-Sword Skill", which had been deeply imprinted in the minds of all the Wu people, also reappeared in their minds.
However, just like Jiufeng, although her reason told her that she should run away, when she was so close to victory, it also required courage and wisdom to run away. Unfortunately, Xiang Liu and Fengbo did not have such courage and wisdom.
Just like Jiufeng, they still wanted to fight with their lives in the face of an easy victory.
"Everyone, rush together!
Use your most powerful strength to rush forward. As long as you can smash the Suzaku Throne, we will be free forever! "The voices of Xiang Liu and Fengbo rang in the ears of the remaining Wu people on the battlefield.
There were still about 4,000 Sorcerer Tribesmen left on the battlefield. When they heard Xiang Liu and Count of Wind's voices, they became agitated. They howled at the sky like wild wolves and rushed towards the Vermilion Bird Throne in unison.
"All of you, go to hell!"
Liunian Ling sneered. With a thought, the tens of thousands of sword lights around her all began to move. These sword lights formed groups of a dozen or dozens of sword lights … A dozen of sword lights formed a group to deal with Yuan Kou, who was at the Intermediate Sorcerer Level, and hundreds of sword lights formed a group to deal with the Wu people, who were at the Heaven Sorcerer Level.
The attacks of these sword lights were orderly and not chaotic. As long as they pierced into Wu people's body, they would be killed in one blow.
Not long after, all the Sorcerer Tribe members who had been laughing at the sky exploded. They were killed by the Billion Sword Skill. Not a single one of them survived. It was as if the Sorcerer Tribe members had never existed.
"Not good, we can't do it. Let's go!"
At this time, only two Senior Magi, Xiang Liu and Fengbo, were left among the Wu people. Seeing that the Wu people they had instigated disappeared in an instant, no matter how stupid these two Senior Magi were, they knew that it was impossible.
It was no longer a question of whether or not they could win, but whether or not they could escape from Ling Fleeting Time.
"Transform into the Origin True Body!
Then, run in different directions! "
In an instant, Fengbo made a decision. In an instant, he transformed into a deer-like body, covered with leopard like patterns.
His head was like a peacock's, and he had weird horns and a snake-like tail.
Xiang Liu, on the other hand, turned into a giant snake with nine heads. But different from Yuan Bandit's Yamata no Orochi, the eight heads of Yamata no Orochi were all the same.
But Xiang Liu's nine heads were rat head, cat head, dog head, ox head, tiger head, sheep head, monkey head, chicken head, and horse head.
According to the legend before the Great Calamity, after the ancestor of the human race, the Yellow Emperor Xuanyuan, killed Xiang Liu, the nine heads of Xiang Liu fell to the ground and turned into mice, cats, dogs and other nine different animals. Xiang Liu was actually the ancestor of these nine animals.
Of course, after the Great Calamity, this legend was proved to be unscientific. There were many monsters in the Heavenly Court who were based on these animals, and many of them were said to be much older than Xiang Liu.
If Xiang Liu was the ancestor of these animals, then what about these monsters?
The simplest example was the green bull in the Tushita Palace in the Heaven. He was a Yuan Bandit on the Universe Level. It was said that he was a monster that appeared at the beginning of the chaos. He was at least dozens of times older than Xiang Liu, who was a member of the Wu Tribe. Was he a descendant of Xiang Liu?
Let's not talk about the legends of the Wu people for the time being. Perhaps only they knew what had happened back then.
Anyway, when facing Liunian Ling's Hundred Million Swords Skill, the two famous Great Sorcerers began to run away.
"Can you run away?"
A sharp glint flashed in Fleeting Time Ling's eyes, and his cheeks flushed red. He tapped his hands on the swords around him at the same time, and the remaining swords around him split into two groups. However, one of the groups was brighter, while Li Bo's swords were brighter.
Finally, they gathered together, forming two gigantic sword flashes. They were identical to the sword flashes that had slain Nine Phoenix.
"Go!"
Liunian Ling said, and two sword lights darted out. Their speed was twice faster than Xiang Liu and Fengbo's, and they were about to catch up with the two Great Sorcerers.
"Stop it!"
In desperation, Fengbo didn't even want his weapon. He puffed up the wind bag in his hand and opened it to the maximum, trying to stop Liunian Ling's sword lights with the wind.
On the other side, Xiang Liu also had his own plan. He took out eight of his nine heads and put them in the way of the sword lights. He wanted to use his heads to consume the power of the sword lights.
Needless to say, the two Great Sorcerers' ideas were very interesting and creative. But as the saying goes, it was useless.
Indeed, it was useless. Neither Fengbo's wind bag nor Xiang Liu's eight beasts and eight heads could stop Liunian Ling's sword lights.
After a few seconds of stalemate, Feng Bo's wind bag was the first to break. Then, the sword light pierced through Feng Bo's body under his despairing eyes, turning him into specks of starlight.
About ten seconds later, Xiang Liu followed Fengbo's footsteps. The eight heads of the eight beasts and eight heads were also skewered by Liunian Ling's sword lights. At last, Xiang Liu's snake meat was also skewered and returned to Zu Wu's essence blood.
Unfortunately, these Great Sorcerers and the Wu people would not really die. They only ran to Zu Wu's essence blood to wait for resurrection.
The only good news was that the Wu people were too injured this time. It was impossible to resurrect them in a year or two like before. The Wu people would have to rest for five or six years to recover their original fighting ability.
… …
"All … all dead?"
The Blood Demon Sword seemed to be unable to accept the truth. The Wu people who had forced them into a desperate situation had all died in a short minute. Not a single one was left alive, including the Great Sorcerers.
"Is this the Hundred Million Swords Technique that the Liunian Clan has suppressed the human race for 1,000 years?" Hongyu was also dumbfounded as she muttered to herself.
She had originally thought that she was amazing and was one of the best sword ladies. However, compared to Liunian Ling, she was as laughable as an ant.
"The power of the Liunian Clan has always been like this. Just get used to it!"
The Big-Dipper Sword floated down from the sky and landed beside the Blood Demon Sword and Hongyu. It looked at the silent Liunian Ling with a complicated expression.
"However, Miss Ling, there seems to be something wrong with your Hundred Million Swords Technique. Why did you use 10,000 more sword lights to kill that Fengbo than Xiang Liu?
Why is that? "
"Because he deserves to die!"
Liunian Ling turned around and looked at the Big-Dipper Sword in confusion. "You seem to understand my Hundred Million Swords Technique very well. You can actually tell that I used 10,000 more sword lights. You were …"
"I was once fortunate enough to become the sword lady of the Liunian Clan, so I have some understanding of the Hundred Million Swords Technique of the Liunian Clan!"
The Big-Dipper Sword replied sadly. It seemed to think of the man called Liunian Clan, and its eyes were filled with a gentle light. Unfortunately, the object of this light had already disappeared in the river of time, leaving only the Big-Dipper Sword waiting here alone.
"Liunian Clan!
Is he the twelfth generation ancestor of our Liunian Clan? "
As the direct descendant of the Liunian Clan, Liunian Ling naturally remembered all the names of the ancestors of the Liunian Clan.
Liunian Ling immediately remembered that her twelfth generation ancestor was indeed called Liunian Zhu. However, she did not remember whether his sword lady was the Big-Dipper Sword or not. After all, that was over 500 years ago. At that time, the Shanhai Pass did not exist.
"Junior Liunian Ling pays her respects to the Big-Dipper Sword Lady!
Blood Demon Lady! "
Although Liunian Ling's strength had far surpassed the Blood-Demon Sword and the Big-Dipper Sword, she still could not forget basic etiquette. When greeting an unfamiliar sword lady, even the descendant of the Liunian Clan had to bow respectfully.
"Hehe!
No need, no need! "
The Blood-Demon Sword laughed heartily as he rubbed his head. The Big-Dipper Sword calmly accepted Liunian Ling's bow before looking at a certain spot on the battlefield in the distance.
"Is that swordsman who came to protect you your boyfriend?" the Big-Dipper Sword suddenly asked.
"No … no …" Liunian Ling hurriedly waved her hands. What kind of joke was this? She had already made up her mind over a week ago to not have anything to do with this bad guy anymore.
"Oh!
Then forget it. If he's dead, then he's dead. He's just a stinky man! "
The Big-Dipper Sword said indifferently. However, as soon as the Big-Dipper Sword finished speaking, Liunian Ling turned into a sword of light and rushed to where Guhan had died.
"Is this pure friendship?" the Blood Demon Sword asked curiously as it moved to the Big-Dipper Sword.
"No!" the Big-Dipper Sword shook its head, "This is damned love!"