Chapter 644 Fellow Robe

The Sword Mausoleum's Burial Sword was more than 36,000.

One sword was one person, one person was one sword.

The sword intent stimulated by the Sword Spirit was so vast that it was enough to contend against the 80,000 monsters.

Even the black-clothed monk's expression changed slightly when he saw this. He looked at Wang Yangming, who was hanging in the sky, as if he had suddenly figured out something. He cupped his hands and said, "Your Excellency, I really admire you for being able to do this."

At this point, the expression of admiration on the black-clothed monk's face seemed sincere and not fake.

Then, he sighed inexplicably, "Your Excellency is truly worthy of the word 'Sword Immortal'."

"What do you mean?" Meng Liang blinked his eyes in confusion.

However, Wang Yangming didn't have the slightest intention of helping him resolve his confusion. The sword intent around him stirred up and he said in a deep voice, "I'll know after fighting!"

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A great battle was about to break out.

Following Wang Yangming's command, his tens of thousands of sword spirits immediately roared out with their divine swords. The dense sword edges, the vast sword intent, and the sword light that covered the sky and covered the moon were all enough to shake one's heart.

The skinny cultivator beside the black-clothed monk also leapt up high and stood out of thin air. His fingers kept beating at that moment. There seemed to be a dark but real power gushing out of his fingertips. Under the envelopment of this power, the purple monsters roared towards the sky one after another, and then their eyes turned bloodshot as they faced the flying swords that were shot towards them.

The sword spirits wrapped in sword intent were incomparably powerful, but the cultivation of these purple monsters after sacrificing was similarly astonishing. Even the weakest saint weapon's strength after sacrificing far surpassed that of a cultivator in the Mortal Realm. Moreover, their physical bodies were extremely powerful. If they weren't injured to the vital points, they would be able to repair their injuries in a short period of time.

The moment the two sides clashed, although the sword spirits that brought their might killed nearly 3,000 purple monsters in the first round of the battle, and the number of seriously injured was more than 10,000, after that, the two sides fell into a fierce battle. There were a large number of people on each side, and there were no lack of Saint Sons whose cultivation surpassed half-step Immortal Realm. Soon, the casualties on the sword spirits' side began to rise.

The sword spirit was destroyed and the divine sword turned into powder.

Blood and mournful cries resounded throughout the Southern Wilderness.

Xu Han and Meng Liang also rushed into the formation. Although Meng Liang's cultivation was inferior to Xu Han's, his talent and rich combat experience in the sword dao allowed him to avoid most of the damage in this chaotic formation. However, Xu Han was much more unreasonable. At that time, the strength of the Immortal Realm's physical body was completely revealed. Every move he made was open and close. He practically charged into the enemy formation. Not a single one of those seemingly tall monsters was able to withstand Xu Han's punch. Everywhere he passed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.

Aowu had also transformed into its true body. Although it hadn't reached the Demon King Realm yet, its flesh and blood were extremely powerful. It constantly relied on its physical body to resist the attacks of those monsters. In conjunction with the almost indestructible Xuan'er, it quickly harvested the lives of those monsters.

However, even though Xu Han was able to kill, he could still feel that as nearly two thousand Saint Sons joined the battlefield, those ordinary sword spirits also began to be harvested continuously. Almost every breath, there were several sounds of swords breaking through the battlefield. If this continued, the victorious Libra would obviously not tilt towards them.

As Xu Han thought of this, he leapt up and shouted out in a cold voice. Ice crystals shot out from the sky.

As for his body, he went straight to the place where the group of wreaking havoc on the Holy Sons were.

The heads of the three saints were shattered by Xu Han in one go, but Xu Han was not satisfied with this. He shouted, "Rise Dragon and Snake!" The Sword Dragon and Sword Python roared out, shattering the hearts of the two saints. After losing five Saint Sons in succession, the group of Saint Sons' army instantly fell into a rage, ready to charge towards Xu Han.

Xu Han's face was filled with joy. It was impossible for him to defeat these nearly 1000 Saint Sons by himself. Just now, he had killed the five Saint Sons, but in reality, he had already used up half of his strength. Although the regeneration of the Immortal Realm's body could be considered terrifying, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated in a fierce battle. He did not do this to kill the enemy, but to divert the Saint Son army away.

Based on his understanding of these Saint Son Saint Weapons, it seemed that even though his cultivation had greatly increased once he had become a Saint, other than Saint Marquis, his other intelligence had declined severely, almost as much as that of a ferocious beast.

Just as he was about to drag nearly half of the saints out of the main battlefield, a dark force suddenly descended from the horizon. The saints who were about to kill suddenly turned their horses around and slaughtered their way into the battlefield again. At that moment, a large group of saints surged towards Xu Han.

Xu Han frowned and shouted out the Ten Directions Tribulation!

The soaring Sword Dragon and Sword Python transformed into ten enormous sword shadows that wrapped around the lightning in the sky. The violent sword intent and surging lightning instantly turned the Saint Weapons around Xu Han into ashes.

Taking advantage of this gap, Xu Han raised his head to look in the direction where the dark energy was coming from. It was the skinny cultivator who had been following King Ksitigarbha. His heart skipped a beat, and he quickly understood the crux of the matter.

Not to mention 80,000 monsters, their minds were out of control. Even if an ordinary 80,000 soldiers were placed on the battlefield for their own use, they would probably be a pile of scattered sand. If there was really no way to drive these 80,000 monsters, then it would be very difficult for these 80,000 monsters to make reasonable movements in the chaotic battles.

After thinking about all of this, Xu Han's gaze towards the horizon froze.

Shoot the horse first, capture the thief first capture the king.

Almost at the same time, his feet stepped on the ground and his body exploded, heading straight for the skinny cultivator who was controlling the 80,000 monsters in the sky.

As an Earthly Immortal Realm expert, Xu Han's speed was naturally extremely fast. At that time, he clenched his fists tightly, and all of his energy gathered on the fist wind. Ling Lie's fierce wind swung away with his fist, and his aura was full of flames, enough to cut mountains and cut rocks.

Faced with such a punch, not to mention ordinary cultivators, even ordinary immortals would probably have their souls burst out.

However, the skinny cultivator seemed to have never heard of this before. He was still silently standing in mid-air, constantly moving towards the monsters who were harvesting the lives of the sword spirits.

Xu Han's heart sank. Of course, he could see that this cultivator's cultivation was definitely extraordinary. The more powerful a cultivator was, the stronger his perception would become. The wind from his fist was so strong that it was impossible for the other party to not notice it. The only explanation for his calmness was that he was not afraid of Xu Han.

Thinking of this, Xu Han's heart was not gloomy, but at this moment, the two armies were fighting against each other, fighting against a brave person to win. Naturally, Xu Han could not retreat, so the wind of his fist was even stronger, and the killing intent between his eyebrows was even greater.

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Seeing that Xu Han's fist was about to land on the thin and weak cultivator's face, a huge figure suddenly jumped out from behind the cultivator. The fist that was swung nine feet away was several times larger than Xu Han's. That fist also carried a huge might and rumbled Xu Han.

Boom!

A loud explosion exploded in the air above the battlefield.

A fierce gale blew up and exploded in all directions at the same time.

It was hard to imagine that the two of them would be able to unleash such a powerful force just by relying on their fleshly bodies.

Even Xu Han was shocked when he retreated to stand still. After arriving at the Immortal Realm, he had almost never met anyone who could withstand his full strength punch. However, this nine foot tall man in front of him, whose body was like a bronze, was clearly an extraordinary person.

Xu Han gripped his numb right arm tightly and thought to himself, Could this fellow also be a Sacred Ground Immortal Realm expert with a fleshly body?

"You must be Xu Han, right? I've heard of you. That's right. Even in the Dark Asura Palace, there has never been anyone who can receive my punch." Xu Han thought about this, but the nine-foot-tall man didn't have as many thoughts as he did. Instead, he looked at Xu Han with a grin. His eyes were filled with fighting spirit, as if meeting an opponent on par with him was something he was extremely happy about.

But where did Xu Han get the interest to fight him so bravely and ruthlessly? Dozens of sword spirits died in battle every breath of time. Although they weren't true humans, they had already gained intelligence. In Xu Han's opinion, since they were guarding the Sword Mausoleum with him, they were fellow robes.

Since they were fellow robes, they should naturally protect each other with their lives!

Thinking of this, he did not hesitate at all. The black divine sword was once again summoned by him and held in his hand. His body shook and he once again charged towards the strong man who was nine feet away.

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