Bombarding Cultivators with Cluster Artillery

In the blink of an eye,

Jiang Ding's grey-blue Escaping Light had already broken through into the 50-kilometer range.

Though slightly slower than a Golden Pill Monk's escaping speed, it was considerably faster than that of the Foundation-building Peak Cultivators, even outpacing the flight speed of the Air-Space Warplanes.

"Fall back!"

Jin Lingfeng had a strange feeling.

She felt as though she were experiencing what many seniors of the fairy gate had gone through, being pursued by a Taoist disciple of the Nine Great Immortal Sects.

Under her command, the thirty-six Air-Space Warplanes turned at an angle, retreating to the rear.

"Release!"

The Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of more than ten kilometers trembled incessantly as the Third-rank Military Formation operated intricately and complexly, channeling power into the thirty-six Hunter missiles.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Another Third Order missile magic was formed, cutting through the clouds with a deafening roar, leaving behind trails of white streaks, and crossed tens of kilometers in the blink of an eye.

"Troublesome."

Jiang Ding frowned.

His Concealment Spell was not up to standard, his escape technique, also not up to standard, neither reaching the basic requirement of minor completion.

If it weren't for the fact that the opponent was also second-rate and not adept with the Army Formation, he would be at risk of being toyed with to the death like walking a dog.

In the shrill sound of tearing through the air, the Third-rank missile magic group had already arrived, enveloping him.

"Go!"

Without any other methods at his disposal, the brilliance of the Taiqing Flying Sword increased as the Sword Intent of Destruction spread, piercing through the sensed Array Core, destroying the core of the magic.

Boom!

The concentrated power of the large cluster of missiles had exploded prematurely before reaching its target, fire ascended, fragments of Magic Arts-Breaking Steel scattered in all directions, capable of killing swathes of Qi Practitioners, able to grind away the shields of Foundation-building cultivators.

But after a few dozen streaks of Light Blue Sword Qi flashed around him, all the Magic Arts-Breaking Steel fragments turned into tiny powder, dispersed by the wind.

His speed was unaffected.

He had already entered within 40 kilometers!

"Fire again!"

Jin Lingfeng's heart skipped a beat, truly immersing herself in the sensation of being hunted by a person of Taoist disciple level from the extra-terrestrial Immortal Sects, and she shouted loudly.

Whoosh! Whoosh, whoosh!

The Third-rank Military Formation operated, swallowing the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of more than ten kilometers, as another Third Order magic composed of thirty-six Hunter missiles was launched towards the silhouette in the distance, the sound of the missiles tearing through the air deafening.

This wasn't the end.

"Release!"

"Release!"

...

Jin Lingfeng, with intensified empathy, was seeing red.

Wave after wave, the missiles were launched in groups, the Third-rank Military Formation was running at a high load, and the Heavenly Earth Spiritual Qi within a radius of more than ten kilometers furiously churned, in a state of upheaval.

Under such conditions, even Foundation-building cultivators found it hard to use their magic.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

The perpetual sound of missiles breaking through the air, the onslaught of missiles relentlessly besieged the area.

"Go!"

Faced with the continuous threat of death, Jiang Ding's expression changed, a sparse killing intent naturally surging within him, as the terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction spread in every direction, silencing all living beings within ten kilometers.

Boom!

Between his eyebrows, the Taiqing Flying Sword, having fully charged amidst the crisscrossing magnetic lines, momentarily disappeared from his Divine Sense in the midst of the explosive sounds.

Whoosh!

When it appeared again, it had already cut through the first wave of Third-rank missile magic, triggering a violent sympathetic explosion.

"Break!"

The light of the Taiqing Flying Sword shone brighter once more, piercing into the next wave of Third-rank missile magic, slashing through its Array Core.

"Break!"

Boom!

Boom, boom!

One after another, scorching explosions appeared in the sky tens of kilometers around, like fireworks continually bursting forth, with nothing that could stop his Sword-light, nothing that could halt his advance.

In just a few breaths,

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Even as the Air-Space Warplane group remained maneuverable, they were still being relentlessly approached and were about to break through the ten kilometer distance.

From the Nascent Soul's perspective, the huge cannons on the distant Air-Space Mothership vibrated slightly, triggering a massive tsunami-tide of Spiritual Energy.

"This subtle feeling is really quite similar."

"If you were on the battlefield, in a life-and-death situation, with your spirit intensely tense, you might really lose control."

Immortal Luling forcibly suppressed the instinct to annihilate the Taoist disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects, rubbed his injured left eye, and felt a painful sensation as if it were happening right before his eyes.

An amusing idea emerged in his mind.

"If he advances to Nascent Soul, could he hang that contemptible woman from the Taiyin Sword Sect and beat her? Killed by a sword cultivator of the Xianmen Sect with one strike, just thinking about it is quite interesting."

"It's just too difficult, so far the Xianmen Sect hasn't had a successful path in this regard, and theoretically it becomes more difficult to advance later on, getting stuck at bottlenecks."

"This is the identity of the Xianmen Sect's Sword Dao pioneer, and I'm not optimistic about it."

Pushing aside these assorted thoughts, he continued to focus his gaze on the battlefield.

Whoosh!

Jiang Ding cut through the last wave of Third-rank missile magic and, together with his Flying Sword, successfully broke through into the ten-kilometer radius of the Army Formation, revealing a cold smile.

"Is it fun to keep casting spells from afar?"

Boom!

The Taiqing Flying Sword disappeared in the sound of an electromagnetic accelerated air burst.

The terrifying Sword Intent of Destruction spread across a ten-kilometer radius, causing everyone to see a blur before their eyes, and their Divine Souls experienced massive illusions, leaving them standing rigidly.

It was as if they were in the End of the Dharma Age where the Great Sun star was falling, and cultivation didn't exist anymore, with mana barely moveable.

"No!"

A clear warning of death from the Divine Soul made many scream in terror.

Crack!

The Taiqing Flying Sword shattered the Array Core of the Third-rank Military Formation where Jin Lingfeng was.

As the Formation method collapsed instantly, thirty-five Sword Qi infused with the Sword Intent of Destruction shot out in all directions, reaching their targets simultaneously, breaking through their top-quality defensive Magic Tools, aiming to pierce their skulls.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

Jin Lingfeng couldn't help but scream.

The Taiqing Flying Sword, moving at high speed, came to an abrupt halt, shook slightly, and passed by her forehead, cleaving the cloud sea of several tens of kilometers in size in two.

She woke up from the frenzied state.

The other thirty-five Sword Qi also dissipated simultaneously.

Immortal Luling, who was about to take action, stopped.

Both sides watched each other for a moment.

"Cough cough."

Jiang Ding shifted her gaze guiltily, pretending to look elsewhere.

"Did you just want to kill us?"

Jin Lingfeng's little face was deathly pale.

An Siyan and the others were equally shaken, keenly aware of the terrifying dominance of the Taoist disciples of the Nine Great Immortal Sects on the same level, realizing that if they didn't form an Army Formation, swathes of the Xianmen Sect's Foundation-building would have perished, with no chance of resistance.

"That's not the case, how could it be possible."

Jiang Ding flatly denied.

She resolved in her heart not to engage in such evenly matched contests without her teacher's protection and absolute power domination in the future.

Mainly because her own defense was fragile as paper.

Their Third-rank missile magic was truly capable of killing him, appearing time and again, which triggered his strong survival instincts and made him want to eliminate the source of danger.

"Heh heh."

Jin Lingfeng and An Siyan and the others didn't believe her at all.

"A bit fierce."

"If during the College Entrance Exam, that Substitute Daoist Master Xia Houding from the Xuanwu tiangong showed up again, that would be great."

Ou Daocheng couldn't help but lament, "At that time, let him know what a Xianmen Sect Dari Swordsman is, daring to wipe out hundreds of thousands of us by himself, not even killed by a nuclear bomb, truly arrogant beyond limits."

A light flickered in Immortal Luling's eyes.

"This is the Great Sun Sword Pavilion, the Dari Swordsman from the Sect's heritage!"

An Tuzi looked deeply at the youth in blue clothes on the horizon, as if trying to remember his soul and the aura of his Divine Sense for the future.

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