"Excellent! You dare to show your sword to me!"
Su Yijian smiled faintly, and a hint of murderous intent appeared in his eyes.
"I'm sorry, Master, I have no choice!" Xu Haolin took a deep breath, and his eyes turned into a fighting spirit.
"Friend Su, I leave this place to you!"
Ning Ping glanced at Su Yijian, then quietly flashed and disappeared into the sword formation.
For Xu Haolin, handing him over to Su Yijian would be the best thing to do.
With Su Yijian joining, Shen Qingyao certainly had no problems at all.
However, the one who felt the most relaxed in the entire battlefield was Yoona.
Her petite body was seen moving among the crowd of monks from the holy land without any fear.
He didn't use any magic weapon, he just approached the opponent and punched him repeatedly.
No matter what level of cultivation the opponent has, he will lose the ability to resist or explode to death after being hit by one punch.
What surprised Ning Ping the most was that there was not much fluctuation of Yuanli on her body, which meant that she was only using the strength of her physical body.
As he shuttled through the sword formation, his spiritual consciousness moved slightly and Ning Ping nodded secretly in his heart.
Xu Haolin, who was there just now, now had a bright red mark on his forehead and had fallen to the ground.
Su Yijian stared blankly for a moment, then sighed and flashed to the other side again.
With the continuous attack from the monks from the holy land, with his own recovery ability and the continuous replenishment of his soul, there was no problem in maintaining the sword formation.
Even the consumption during the previous war was replenished through this.
But other people can't do it as easily as I do.
No monks have died yet, but their aura has become much weaker.
Even if you take pills one after another, it cannot make up for such a huge consumption.
As time goes by, I am afraid that it will end up being used up.
Looking at the distance, the monks from the holy land who were still pouring in seemed to know nothing about death.
Ning Ping knew that he couldn't go on like this. When their energy was exhausted, he would be unable to resist.
"We don't know how long this battle will last. Everyone, take turns recovering. Those who need recovery should come to the center of the sword formation!"
As the sound reached everyone's ears, several people immediately retreated quickly and hid in the formation.
He sat down cross-legged without any hesitation, threw a few pills into his mouth, and immediately began to recover.
Ning Ping also flicked his fingers and a spirit gathering array was set up in the array.
As a result, the pressure on the entire sword formation increased instantly.
Ning Ping also had an idea at this time, and one after another of his souls came out and headed in all directions.
After the previous breakthrough, Ning Ping once again killed his own soul many times, and the number of his soul fragments has now reached sixty-four.
Although its strength is only 60% of its original strength, it is more than enough to deal with those low-level monks from holy lands.
The split soul is an invisible thing, and ordinary magic weapons cannot resist it at all.
For a moment, the howling of pain shook the sky, and countless monks from the holy land fell down helplessly. However, they were supported by their thoughts and did not retreat at all.
With the addition of dozens of souls, everyone's pressure was instantly relieved a lot.
Ning Ping's soul is rarely revealed in front of others, and this move also attracted everyone's attention.
There is an even greater feeling that Ning Ping's strength is unfathomable.
At this time, the entire sword formation was filled with a strong smell of blood, and countless monks had died here.
It's like a bloody slaughterhouse.
This battlefield is like a giant beast in the abyss. No matter how many people are poured into it, they are still extremely greedy.
After launching the strongest attack before the Soul Refining Mountain, the weapon spirit Du Nie had become weak and fell into a deep sleep.
However, with the constant supply of spiritual energy, it has awakened. With his encouragement, the efficiency of absorbing spiritual energy has also increased a lot.
From now on, Ning Ping only needs to focus on killing and does not need to be distracted by the affairs of controlling the Soul Refining Mountain.
Wherever they passed, they left behind a trail of corpses.
Ning Ping's clone was not sent out. He didn't know what the outcome of the battle group of Mahayana monks in the distance would be, and he also had to deal with different situations.
Having a little more strength is a kind of protection.
However, as the killing progressed, the clone condensed by the killing intent also appeared unknowingly.
At some point, Ning Ping was wearing a black robe.
However, upon closer inspection, it is not completely black, but a very dark reddish-brown color, which looks like black at first glance.
I don’t know if it was due to the dried blood, because Ning Ping’s face was covered with blood at this moment.
The Xuan Yue Sword in his hand has been replaced by the Ink-Melting Dark Blood Knife, also known as the Ink Knife, which he had personally refined.
Because Ning Ping felt that it was more enjoyable and direct to kill with a knife.
It can also better vent the murderous intent in his heart. As for whether he has a sword or a knife in his hand, it doesn't make much difference to Ning Ping.
At this moment, Ning Ping felt as if he had returned to the Forgotten Swamp and the scene of his crazy killing.
That is where I was born!
The equally crazy killing in front of him was like celebrating his own birthday or giving himself a gift.
Kill! Kill! Kill!
There are a huge number of people in the Holy Land, numbering in the hundreds of millions, and no one knows how many are above the Nascent Soul stage!
Ning Ping did not feel numb, only endless excitement!
I was so excited that with just a shake of my hand, I could harvest more than a dozen lives.
The entire battle group had undergone some changes without realizing it, and the original illusion had disappeared.
Instead, it was replaced by a formation more suitable for killing, with everything on the field exposed.
In the distance, Yu Tianxiao, the dean of the holy land, had hidden himself behind the crowd early on, staring at Ning Ping, who was madly harvesting and killing people, with a look of shock on his face.
This was the Shi Yi he was familiar with! Was this his true nature?
Thinking back to the smiling face and cheerful appearance in the past, Yu Tianxiao felt a chill in his heart.
Regarding this battle, I originally thought that I would win no matter what.
There are so many people in the Holy Land, even if we have to outlast them, we have to outlast these people in front of us.
Now, Yu Tianxiao hesitated.
Although he was a little hesitant, Yu Tianxiao regained his confidence when he looked at the battle group where the Holy Lord was located in the distance, which was constantly emitting earth-shaking roars.
With the Holy Lord here, the final winner will undoubtedly be the Holy Land.
"Ning Ping, what's wrong with you? Do you want to rest for a while?"
Shen Qingyao, who had been keeping an eye on Ning Ping, now had a look of deep worry in her eyes.
"No! I'm in great shape, I'm fine!"
Ning Ping's eyes were replaced by a hint of bright red, and he showed a bright smile in the direction of Shen Qingyao.
While chatting and laughing, he swung the ink knife in his hand, and several heads flew up.
A faint, barely perceptible red mist also unknowingly merged into Ning Ping's body.
