Dark Blood Age

Chapter 670: Chapter 670 Who Is The Real Devil?

Sword Howling, as the second sword form of the senior practitioner’s sword-fighting technique, required the strength of the middle stage of Yuan Tian stage three to use it. The ability itself had the potential to isolate a space, and it was even easier for it to destroy Duo Neng Race’s captive-type spatial trap.

Chu Yunsheng had only used this sword form once in his life. It was in the desert outside the pseudo-monolith. At that time, he saw the terrifying power of Sword Howling. That kind of space-tearing sonic boom, and that kind of terrifying but majestic aura of the sound of howling, nothing below Yuan Tian stage four could compete with it. It could be described as the king of the sword.

The senior practitioner also had a special love for it. He once wrote a special note in the ancient book, believing that the second sword form was related to Sword Jing. However, in terms of what the Sword Jing was, the senior practitioner did not write it, so Chu Yunsheng did not know anything about it.

Although it was called Sword Howling, in fact, its attack speed was much faster than sound waves. The howling sound was the sound of spatial shock generated by the violent sword qi passing through space, causing the space to vibrate and tremble, so this sound had a strong penetrating power. Only with the sound of howling alone, it directly destroyed the upper half of several nearby buildings and turned them into dust.

At this time, the sword qi shock waves were like sea waves beating against a cliff, forming countless clouds and mists after space was distorted. They bumped into each other, then pushed each other away, and spread out at a very fast speed. It was like the pernicious clouds that were rolled down from the sky. From a distance, with the naked eye, people could feel that space there was like a flat piece of paper that had been crumpled into a ball and then unfolded unevenly.

Seeing this, the people from Duo Neng Rance were dumbfounded in the corner they were hiding. They had no time to take care of the bodies of the awakeners, who were originally assigned to operate the spatial trap, all of which were killed in the instant when the Sword Howling appeared.

In the center of the Sword Howling…

Looking at the missile that was shattered in the distance, Chu Yunsheng stepped on the waves of sword howling and stepped out of the “umbrella”. This sword form must first break the spatial trap and then deal with the incoming missile. Regardless of what kind of warhead it was, it could not let it detonate, otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable. He may be fine with the protection of the umbrella, but on the ground, especially the people who risked their lives to save him, there was basically no possibility of survival.

And he couldn’t use the “umbrella” to protect them, just the waves of howling sonic boom alone could directly kill all the creatures that were close to him.

With such a powerful killing ability, he might really be a devil in a sense.

When he stepped out of the clouds that distorted the space with his sword, his purple armor, and a long strip of misty particles that followed behind him, the world crumbled and shattered under him, and wherever the sword howling appeared, that place would be flattened instantly.

The three cloaked men were reduced to nothingness, the twelve swords dissipated instantly, the bullets and shells were wiped out in the air, the lingering sound of killing the devil also disappeared, and even the pillar-like beam of light that was powerful enough to strike the sky was also gone.

Wherever he went, the guns quivered and the swords trembled as if they were surrendering, the dust and debris all shook as if they were in fear, and all resistance was shattered, like the sword of God descending upon this world!

In the distance, in that dark room, the cold sniper held another woman whose body was trembling slightly, and said with a trace of anxiety in her composure, “Elder Sister Lingdie, let’s go, he will be here soon.”

The woman’s face was pale, her lips blanched in fear, and she murmured, “Is he really the devil?”

Hidden in the other corner of the dark place, the people from the Ice Race were silent, but inside, they were completely stunned. They even forgot how to speak.

In the end, Yang Xue suggested: “I can only report this to the headquarters as soon as possible. Elder Sister Li has not come out of the dangerous phase, let’s send her to the headquarters together.”

At the other corner of the battlefield, a young man with a crossbow and arrow looked at the sky and said to the people around him: “That’s our Brother Chu! He is amazing! Look at this battle, they are nothing compared to him… See, I didn’t lie to you! Now, let’s get back to work!”

When he turned around to want to destroy the enemy’s formation on the ground again, he was stunned to find that their enemy all stopped fighting. They all raised their head and cursed the military for abandoning them here.

What did they fight for? Why did they persist until now? In the end, they were all abandoned. What was more ridiculous was that they were saved by their enemy! So who was the devil here?

Mutinous voices began to spread like a plague amongst soldiers.

The cost of breaking the limit to cast out a sword-fighting technique was very heavy. Chu Yunsheng might look powerful and mighty now, but actually, his situation wasn’t that good.

The level of those black-ridged insects was too low, and their number wasn’t enough, after merging with them, at most it was able to help him to reach the early stage of Yuan Tian stage three. Each substage of Yuan Tian stage three was very difficult to increase. In the past, the eight hundred Mins were only able to help him to increase from the middle stage of Yuan Tian stage three to the peak stage of Yuan Tian stage three.

Using the strength of the early stage of Yuan Tian stage three to unleash the skill that required the strength of the middle stage of Yuan Tian stage three, the burden his body had to bear far exceeded the limit that his body could take. It was already very lucky that his body didn’t explode. Of course, it was also related to the characteristics of the bodies of the insects that he merged with. Their “cells”, bodies, and other things were far tougher than humans. This was also the reason why he dared to use this skill.

Therefore, he did not feel well now. Actually, it was extremely uncomfortable. If anyone paid enough attention, they would notice that his body was shaking constantly.

It was a pity that no one had time to do such things. In the area where Sword Howling swept through, nothing would still stay alive.

He was really like the devil from hell, walking out of a place full of corpses and bloody rivers. With the sword qi that still surrounded him, who would dare to approach him and check if his body was shaking or not. .

When he walked to the periphery of the pile of dead bodies, the surviving soldiers, who were still in panic, nervously retreated instinctively. Every time he took a step forward, the soldiers would take two steps backward, and he walked two steps forward. the soldiers took four steps backward…

Moving back again and again along the cold street, the whole army was moving back silently at the same time, just because one man, who was covered in blood, was slowly walking toward them alone.

When it was impossible to retreat, they were all crowded together. Many mutinous soldiers all dropped their guns to show that they had no intention of resisting and carefully moved toward the side, while some soldiers were still holding their guns. However it was not that they were still trying to fight back, most of them were too nervous and forgot to drop the guns in their hands. It was just an instinctive reaction under extreme fear. Some even pointed their guns into their mouths and prepared to commit suicide after seeing the power of Sword Howling.

“Bang!”

The gun was fired. A lower-ranking military officer, who had been living in a peaceful age for a long time, finally couldn’t bear the pressure that was given by the man that was slowly walking toward him and the bloody scene before his eyes. He finally collapsed and committed suicide.

This gunshot sounded like a stone breaking the calm surface of the lake, breaking surviving soldiers’ already extremely tense nerve strings, then more and more gunshot appeared.

“Bang! Bang! Bang!…”

No one knew how many shots were fired, and who fired the shots, and who were shot. After the sword light flashed past, it fell silent again. Then there was a clear sound of a sword returning to its scabbard.