God-Level Exchange System

The cold wind howled and the snow covered the sky.

In this extremely cold ice and snow, the surviving more than 200 Nu Hai sect members still have the helpless madness in the face of death in their minds, which has now turned into a deep hatred for Optimus sword sect.

With a ferocious and terrible expression and holding senhan's cold long sword, more than 200 people survived, like a torrent of steel, rolled towards the Optimus sword sect.

Sen Leng's long sword carries a cold killing machine. Among the Qingtian sword sect, Zhang Xiong roared and laughed in the face of the fierce Nu Hai sect: "brothers, the guild leader killed them with one person's wisdom. They cried their father and mother and were defeated. There are only 200 people in front of us. Can we humiliate the guild leader?"

"Cannot ~"

"More than 1000 people of Tianying sect were rushed into the array by us and killed all. Now there are only more than 200 people. Are you afraid?"

"Kill them."

"Ouch"

"Well, let's clean up these little fish who survived by chance with the help of the sect leader. Don't let the sect leader look down on us."

"Kill ~"

There was no fear among the people of Qingtian sword sect. Holding the long sword in their hands, more than 50 people burst into a killing intention.

"Kill ~" Zhang Xiong and Zhao Yu roared at the same time. Then they rushed towards the angry sea sect full of killing intention. Behind them, a long sword followed behind them, and a startling killing intention broke out in an instant.

Seeing that the forces of both sides were approaching, Zhang Xiong suddenly held up his long sword and shouted, "Shura sword array." then, Zhang Xiong and Zhao Yu hid in the crowd at the same time.

Death, as if quietly coming, is dancing around the crowd.

More than 50 people immediately divided into four waves, which suddenly dispersed like four rocks and hit the torrent hard.

"Kill ~" two torrents hit each other instantly.

"Playing tricks." in the Nu Hai sect, an expert from the day after tomorrow sneered. With his long sword shining cold, he took the lead in hanging Zhang Xiong's formation and shouted, "brothers, kill them." around him, dozens of other people followed closely and killed Zhang Xiong and others at the same time.

Zhang Xiong gave him a cold look, and a crazy killing intention sprang up at the corners of his mouth: "Shura array, kill."

Twelve cold long swords instantly greet the acquired master with the guidance of Shura array.

The day after tomorrow, the master's face changed greatly and he hurried back. Behind him, more than 30 long swords suddenly attacked and hanged fiercely around 12 people. The majestic energy shook the surrounding snow and confused the enemy's eyes.

More than 30 people have a tacit understanding. At first glance, they are small groups that have fought together for many years. The strength of terror seems to be connected together. The cold long sword is like the sickle of death, which is about to reap life.

In front of Zhang Xiong's eyes, the day after tomorrow, the master rushed up again, restrained Zhang Xiong and others with the strength of his subordinates, and launched a desperate blow.

"Death ~" Zhang Xiong sneered. His long sword struck like lightning. The day after tomorrow, the master just rushed up and suddenly felt the coming of death. This deadly sense of danger made his scalp numb.

In the Shura array, the rest of the people, with strange steps, hanged more than 30 long swords and shot in an instant. The terror composed of more than 30 people tried their best to be cleaned up by 11 long swords in an instant.

The day after tomorrow, the master hurried to meet him with a roar and a sword.

"When!"

The crisp sound of fighting resounded through the world. The master the day after tomorrow couldn't help retreating. Zhang Xiong's remaining strength was not reduced. The long sword was light. The shoulder of the master the day after tomorrow was bleeding like a column.

At the same time, Zhang Xiong disappeared into the array.

The day after tomorrow, the master thought he retreated and finally breathed a sigh of relief. Then his breath was not finished. In the Shura sword array, suddenly a person came to him. In the long sword waving room, dense sword light shrouded over his head.

The day after tomorrow, the master is terrified. Raise your sword and block again.

"When ~"

However, it was not this long sword that was fatal. On the other side of him, a more fierce cold long sword pierced his heart in an instant.

The day after tomorrow, the master stared at the round eyes. Now he understood that he was not facing one person, but he was facing twelve people at the same time.

Shura sword array is not a one-on-one battle. Twelve people are closely connected and practice to the highest depth, just like one person waving twelve long swords, but they can't even splash water.

The day after tomorrow, the master thought that when he faced one person, he only fought with one person, but he didn't know that everyone in the Shura array was a member of the array who could send a lethal sword at any time.

Blood and snow are flying.

The scarlet blood is beautiful and flirtatious in the snow, as if it is the most beautiful gift when death comes to you.

"Die ~" a crazy member of the Nu Hai sect, whose right arm was cut off, suddenly flew towards Yun Yi. Even if he died, he would entangle the boy who cut off his right arm with his body to create conditions for his brothers to kill him.

Seeing him coming, Yunyi seemed not to see him. He still faced aside and killed the enemy with a sword.

The members of the Nu Hai sect were overjoyed and saw that they were about to hit his body. Then at this time, three dark sword Qi suddenly cut at him. Then his body was cut into three sections by the fierce sword Qi. To his dissatisfaction, the boy who cut off his right arm didn't look back at him until he died.

"Brothers, fight with them ~" the previous death pressure has made some people crazy. At the moment, an excited Nu Hai sect member shouted, his body suddenly jumped high and pounded the Optimus sword sect below with great strength.

But before his body completely fell, seven or eight swords arrived as scheduled, strangling him with blood and flesh, as if he had been lingchi. Then, a magnificent internal force came and drove him out from a distance.

Shura sword array, as a cultivation level array, how could it miss such an obvious flaw in the sky. When the Shura people really fight, they fly to the sky and hide from the ground. The enemy's magic weapons may come from any space direction up and down. How can they miss the sky?

The cold wind rattled the cloak.

The battle has entered a cruel tug of war.

There are still stumps falling in the snow to add nutrition to the grass in the coming year.

"Ah ~" in the Shura array, Malan screamed. His martial arts were low. The Shura array was still at the primary level. One didn't cover well. Malan was immediately pierced in the thigh by an acquired expert opposite.

Shura array, there was an accident for the first time.

"Shrink, turn into eleven person array." the primary Shura array is not simple. Only twelve people can form an array, but twelve people can give full play to the power of the array.

At the moment, you can still form an array without one person. It's just the power of one person.

However, one person is injured, which means that there may be injuries next.

Or, death.

Halfway up the mountain, Song Fei stood alone in the mountainside, overlooking the battlefield below from a distance.

Aside, Qin Shihu frowned and said nothing in the face of the cold wind.

Song Fei said with a smile, "second uncle, someone has been injured. Won't you go down?"

Qin Shihu said indifferently, "if the leader says to go, his subordinates will go. If the leader says not to go, they won't go."

"It's time to go," Song Fei said faintly.

"Hmm?" Qin Shihu looked up and stared at Song Fei.

"Go down. You'll pick it up at the bottom of the battlefield." Song Fei said, "but you're not allowed to do it unless there's a moment related to your life."

"Yes ~" after Qin Shihu received the order, he immediately dissolved in the rocks and fled towards the bottom of the battlefield.

"Really anxious," Song Fei said with a smile.

Looking from the hillside, human figures are as small as ants and as small as two nests of fighting ants, but a nest of ants is small but strong.

Another nest of ants, though numerous, kept falling down and dying.

The valley is like chess. Everyone is chess pieces one by one.

Chess pieces eat each other or are eaten until the other party completely perishes or surrenders. In this game, there is no draw.

In Song Fei's eyes, he couldn't see his emotions. There were clouds. No one noticed his eyes in the air below.

Chess pieces continue to complete their mission as chess pieces. How can we know the world outside the chess game without jumping out of the chessboard.

Heaven and earth are like chess. Are we also powerful chess pieces? It's just that their chess game is more widely distributed and has more pieces.

Heaven and earth are unkind. Who will pity a chess piece, sacrifice or survive is just a moment's preference and a moment's thought of the chess player.

Song Fei is a little melancholy. In this vast world, if he can't be superior to others, he will become someone else's chess piece and pawn sooner or later.

Maybe it's easy to be sacrificed at a necessary moment.

"Strength, we should grow up quickly."

Yunyi is covered with blood. After a fierce battle, it is a great test for the young people's will and internal power.

Yun Yi is young and has little combat experience, and his internal power is a little worse than that of the older generation. Regiment warfare is not a one-to-one battle. Except for the front enemy, deadly offensives may suddenly burst out on the side, above and under the feet.

Therefore, the mental strength and attention required for group warfare need unprecedented concentration, and attacks from all directions must be resolved all the time.

Regiment warfare is a meat grinder. Life is rapidly disappearing. Either you or I die.

The cold long sword stabbed Yunyi fiercely. Yunyi turned around, but unexpectedly, a lifeless sword stabbed him from behind and straight into his heart.

"Dang ~" on his side, Zhao Yu helped him resolve the deadly attack. However, the enemy seemed to see that Yunyi's skill was poor, and immediately concentrated the more fierce attack on Yunyi.

If you are proficient in Shura array, you are not afraid. Unfortunately, everyone is still practicing. At this moment, no one can save Yunyi.

"Bad ~" everyone's face changed greatly.

"Are you dying?" when Yunyi found the deadly sword behind him, he couldn't escape. Without hesitation, Yunyi stabbed the front with a sword and pierced an enemy's chest. Sect leader, eighteen years later, Yunyi reincarnated to find you and continued to follow you throughout the world.