Chapter 13960 Black Sword King
Chapter 13960 Black Sword King
Above the clouds, Gun King Sikong Xuan folded his arms with a stern look on his face. He snorted coldly and stared at the young man below with a sharp gaze. He shouted, "Whatever tricks you have, just use them! I want to see how big a wave you, a young brat from the Demon Sea, can make!"
The voice was as loud as a bell, echoing in the clouds, carrying an unquestionable majesty and provocation.
The young man raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a mocking sneer, his eyes full of contempt: "As you wish!"
His voice was low and cold, like a call from the Netherworld.
As soon as he finished speaking, the tens of thousands of Demon Shadow Guards behind him rushed out like arrows!
These Shadow Demon Guards were dressed in black, with black scarves covering their faces, revealing only a pair of eyes that were gleaming with faint light, as if they were ghosts from the darkness.
They were agile and quick in movement, and wherever they passed, they created gusts of sharp wind.
Ten thousand Demon Shadow Guards attacked at the same time, the scene was extremely spectacular!
The ground shook violently, as if there was an earthquake.
The dust was flying all over the sky, blocking out the sun, making it almost impossible to see the scene in front of you.
The sound of horse hooves and shouts of killing intertwined together to form a heart-stirring war song.
At the same time, in the distant valley, the ground exploded with a loud bang, as if a sleeping giant beast had awakened.
Soon, a Qin family cavalry of about 30,000 people galloped out.
These cavalrymen were clad in heavy armor, holding spears, and were extremely powerful.
Their horses' hooves stepped on the ground, making a dull sound, as if they were going to crush the earth.
Wherever it passed, rocks collapsed and trees fell. Its power was no less than that of the tens of thousands of Demon Shadow Guards in the Demon Sea!
On the battlefield, two powerful cavalry forces fought each other in an instant!
The Demon Shadow Guards brandished their scimitars and rushed towards the Qin family cavalry like tigers descending from the mountains; while the Qin family cavalry raised their spears and rushed forward like dragons emerging from the sea.
For a moment, swords flashed and blood and flesh flew everywhere.
The battlefield was filled with a strong smell of blood, which made people want to vomit.
The battle was brutal! Soldiers from both sides tried their best, and every move was filled with deadly killing intent.
They risked their lives just to ensure victory for their own camp.
It must be said that both sides were extremely powerful! As soon as they fought, it seemed as if they were going to overturn the world!
At this moment, dozens of people in white rushed out from the darkness.
These men in white were dressed in blue tights and looked like ghosts. They appeared next to the Demon Shadow Guards in the blink of an eye.
They held short blades in their hands, their eyes revealed cold murderous intent, and they were obviously planning to take advantage of the chaos to launch a sneak attack on the Shadow Guards.
But just as they were about to take action, eight men in red appeared out of nowhere.
These men in red suddenly appeared behind the men in white like ghosts.
They held scimitars in their hands and their movements were swift and sharp, like red lightning.
The next moment, the heads of the men in white flew up one after another, and blood gushed out like fountains.
During a cavalry battle, if an assassin launches a sneak attack, it will undoubtedly be a fatal blow!
The Dazhen Dynasty had thought of this, and the Demon Sea had obviously been prepared!
They had long anticipated that the Dazhen Dynasty would send out assassins, so they arranged for men in red to take precautions in advance.
Seeing his assassins being slaughtered, the Water King shouted in the clouds: "Water Tribe Secret Guards, move out!"
There was a hint of anxiety and anger in his voice.
The Water King is wearing a blue robe, his face is stern, and his eyes reveal majesty and dominance.
As soon as he finished speaking, dark shadows rushed out from the dense forest on the left.
These black shadows were dressed in black and had black scarves covering their faces. They were the secret guards of the water tribe.
They are agile and quick in movement, like ghosts walking in the night.
Holding sharp blades and with cold murderous intent in their eyes, they rushed towards the battlefield.
However, before they approached the battlefield, they were stopped by a group of men in red.
These men in red held scimitars in their hands, and their figures were elusive, like ghosts.
They surrounded the Water Tribe's secret guards, and without any nonsense, the two sides started fighting directly!
For a moment, the flash of swords and the shouts of killing shook the sky.
The water tribe's secret guards and the men in red tried their best to defeat each other and win victory for their own camp.
Above the clouds, the strong men of the Dazhen Dynasty had such gloomy expressions that it seemed as if water could drip out of them. Their brows were furrowed, and their eyes were filled with solemnity and worry.
It was obvious that the Demon Sea had already laid a tight net, and this battle was full of conspiracy and calculation from the very beginning. The people of the Dazhen Dynasty seemed to have fallen into a trap carefully designed by the enemy.
Sikong Xuan's eyes were like torches as he scanned the people in the Holy Hall. His voice was cold and majestic: "It is time for you to redeem yourself by making amends. Now your Holy King is dead, the head priest is also dead, and the Holy Hall is now in turmoil. If you still can't show enough ability, then you are not qualified to sit on an equal footing with us. The Dazhen Dynasty will not support useless people. Today is your chance to prove yourself."
His voice echoed in the clouds, carrying unquestionable majesty.
The divine knights headed by the Holy Temple nodded slightly, their eyes revealing firmness and determination.
The next moment, bursts of roars came from the dense forest, as if thousands of troops were galloping.
The earth heaved violently, as if a giant beast was rolling underground.
Immediately afterwards, roars resounded through the sky. The sound was like a roar from ancient times, full of violence and power.
The Templar Army! Armies in silver armor emerged from the dense forest, holding spears, marching in unison, and charging towards the battlefield with great momentum.
There was a flame of battle burning in their eyes, as if they were determined to crush all the enemies before them.
However, at this moment, a giant underworld snake emerged from the void.
Its huge body blocked out the sky and the sun, like a moving mountain.
Its scales flickered with a cold light, emitting a terrifying aura that instantly enveloped the entire scene.
The offensive of the Templar army was forcibly curbed. The soldiers were overwhelmed by the pressure and could not breathe. They stopped one after another with looks of horror on their faces.
Seeing this, Sikong Xuan's face suddenly changed, and a trace of anxiety and anger flashed in his eyes.
He knew very well that this giant Netherworld Snake must be eliminated, otherwise the army would be in dire straits.
He rushed towards the giant Netherworld Snake without hesitation, his figure like a flash of lightning, cutting through the sky.
But before he could get close to the giant Netherworld Snake, an old man stood there with a sword in his hand, blocking his way.
The old man's eyes were sharp, as if he could see through all illusions.
He has an extraordinary aura and exudes a powerful magical power that makes people dare not underestimate him.
"Demon clan, Black Sword King." The old man said coldly, with a hint of sarcasm and provocation in his voice.
There was a gleam of ruthlessness in Sikong Xuan's eyes. He didn't expect that at this critical moment, someone would come out to stop him.
Without saying a word, he attacked the Black Sword King.
His spear was like a dragon, carrying a fierce gust of wind as it stabbed towards the Black Sword King.
In the distance, the Black Sword King suddenly drew out his sword.
The sword was pitch black, as if it had been swallowed by the darkness.
