"Puff!"

The sound made by the big knife when it slashed the monk's neck was still so harsh.

Indeed, the higher the cultivation level of a practitioner, the stronger the physical body will be. Every time he improves a level, it is equivalent to re-tempering the muscles and bones on his body.

Therefore, even though the monks of the Central Shang Kingdom, who are now on the battlefield outside the sky, have sharp blades in their hands, after cutting them out, they still need to spend a lot of energy and energy to completely wipe off the enemy's head.

In fact, the more soldiers who have been fighting on the battlefield for a long time, the more they understand that on the battlefield, it is the best choice to end the opponent's life with the least strength. Whether it is bloodletting or piercing the throat, it is much more reasonable than cutting off the entire head.

However, for the soldiers of the Central Shangguo who have suppressed the murderous intent in their hearts to the limit, only by cutting off the entire head of the person in the Holy Court in front of them can they release their inner anger!

"roar!"

After slashing the head of the former Holy Court monk with one knife, the general in the upper country, in silver armor, raised his arms and roared, allowing the blood from the enemy to squirt all over his body, and his breath surged like a madman.

The next breath, the first general of the Central Shang Kingdom who swung his sword to cut off the head of the monk in the Holy Court, looked around with his completely red eyes, and faced the three people from the Holy Court who were rushing to the front without dodging or avoiding, and roared out:

"Diet the Holy Court's miscellaneous things!"

Before the roar fell, the general, who was like a violent bear, directly knocked one of the Holy Court monks back without any fancy, and waved the big knife in his hand. Before the other Holy Court monk could react, he cut off the former's head with one knife.

The next breath, the harsh friction sounded on the battlefield again, but at the same time, a sharp blade also pierced the general's chest.

Then the monk who stabbed the attack was about to withdraw, but was grabbed by a powerful hand and lifted it up.

"I stabbed me with a sword, and I still want to run away?"

The extremely cold voice fell, and the general of the Blood Bear Clan of the Central Shangguo directly threw away the sword that had been broken in his hand, stretched out his other hand, and under the fearful gaze of the Holy Court monk, he ripped outward, tearing the latter into bloody halves.

Such a violent and bloody scene directly caused the Holy Court army to rush forward to subconsciously stagnate. On the battlefield, there were ever-changing changes, focusing on momentum and moving forward. Therefore, this short stagnation is enough to illustrate the change in the situation.

"kill!"

In an instant, the whole person was soaked with countless blood, and a blood bear with a long sword inserted into his chest was defeated. He stepped forward and continued to charge. With him, he roared wildly, countless charge soldiers who put life and death aside.

"Boom boom boom!"

After the deafening magical powers roared, the vast stormtroopers of the Central Shangguo were like arrows showing their sharp edges, directly tearing open the defensive line composed of monks of the Holy Court and drove straight in.

"Sir, the front line is lost, the front line is lost!"

For a moment, an extremely anxious report sounded directly outside the Xianting Holy Palace. Then several major cultivators from the Holy Palace of the Holy Palace suddenly became extremely cold and harsh. They opened their mouths and shouted angrily:

"We are not blind, so we can naturally see the situation, push forward, mobilize the monk team behind us to fill the gap, and summon all the strange beasts with thick skin to the front to block the gap!"

After saying that, the commander of the Holy Court's memorial commander whose entire figure was shrouded under a vague cloud frowned and his voice continued to come out:

"Where are the great philosophers in the Wu Palace? Especially the ancient giant remains of the fifth philosopher, which can be said to be the most powerful weapon on this battlefield."

As soon as this question came out, a monk who was floating in the sky in the holy palace of the Immortal Court made a disdainful hum and responded:

"In recent years, since the Saint Lord closed the gate of Lingxiao Palace, the Wu Palace and Tiance Palace have been competing for control of the entire Holy Court. Originally, the Wu Palace had already vaguely over the Tiance Palace, but now the Saint Lord suddenly came out of seclusion. All the so-called great philosophers of the Wu Palace have disappeared, which is a joke."

The person who spoke was obviously from the Tence Palace. Then he looked at the defensive line in front of him that seemed to have been completely cut by a huge pair of scissors, and then spoke:

"We have been fighting with the Central Government for so many years, and we are very clear about the abilities of these people. In the past many battles, the Central Government's army has never broken the iron walls set up by our holy court.

"This time, these people really fought hard!"

As soon as the monk from Tiance Palace murmured, the voice of another monk from the Holy Court sounded:

"Do you know why the battle between our Holy Court soldiers and the Central Shangguo Army is so different this time?"

After the words fell, the Holy Court overhaul, which hid most of its bodies behind the clouds, did not hesitate too much, and the voice continued to spread:

"That's because of belief that the soldiers of the Central Kingdom have the belief that they will die, but this is not, or is lost by the monks of the Holy Court."

After saying that, this mysterious monk did not give much explanation, but turned his gaze away from the front line and turned to the side. A deep awe appeared in his eyes, and a low voice came out:

"After the Holy Lord came out of seclusion, his complete strength of the heavens was already invincible in the world. Therefore, the monks in the entire Holy Court are planning in their hearts what benefits they can get once the Holy Court dominates the world.

"Therefore they are afraid of death, because once they die, they will get nothing, and no one will remember them, and no one will mourn them."

When he said this, the monk's voice was very soft, as if he was saying it to himself, but then he shook his head on his own, and the meaningful words continued to ring in vain:

"As the saying goes, if you don't care for yourself, you will be punished by heaven and earth, but the feeling of being ignored by others is not wonderful. Perhaps in the eyes of the Holy Lord, we are not even a tool, and we are no different from ants."

"Sir, what did you say?"

The next breath, the sound that continued to sound on his side pulled back the thoughts of the vague figure, and then a more anxious voice came not far away:

"No, the front-line defense formation has been completely torn apart and cannot be stopped. Sir, what should I do?"

"Don't panic. Arrange the monks to retreat. If it really doesn't work, retreat outside the Immortal Court Holy Palace."

A voice that was still calm came from the mouth of the fuzzy monk, and then he did not look back and the sound continued to sound:

"So long as the Holy Lord kills the sect leader of the Taiqing Sect, even if these people from the central government rush to the Lingxiao Palace?"

After speaking, following the eyes of the monk opening his mouth, the Holy Lord standing alone outside the South Immortal Gate continued to raise his right hand and pinched the Taixuan Lantern on his shoulder again.
Chapter completed!