There were many default rules in the cultivation world.

For example, once one’s cultivation stopped for too long, it would be very difficult to improve again.

On the other hand, if a cultivator who had been cultivating for countless years could suddenly improve, he might have a chance to grow rapidly.

After all, whether it was experience or temperament, such a person had something others did not have.

Han Muye knew that the number one outer sect disciple of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, Mo Yuan, had soared into the sky and transformed into the 10,000 Swords Patriarch. He had the power to fight an Earth Realm Core Formation cultivator with one strike.

Lu Hao’s expression was solemn at this moment. His strength surged as he stood in front of Sun Mu.

“Junior Brother Sun, try your best to break through. I’ll protect you.”

Lu Hao shouted, and a golden sword shone in his hand.

In the void, endless golden power gathered and transformed into the shadow of a golden sword.

“Roar—”

Without waiting for Sun Mu to answer, a thousand-foot-long demonic cloud surged in the distance and arrived in an instant with an ear-piercing screech.

That was a half-step Heaven Realm great demon.

Lu Hao snorted coldly. The sword light in his hand drew an arc, and a sharp stream of light greeted the demon cloud.

“Clang—”

The golden light collided with the demon cloud with a crash that resounded through a hundred miles.

Below, the demonic beasts and cultivators below the Foundation Establishment realm on the battlefield were trembling.

Huang Six turned to look at the pale Lu Qingping. A surge of power came from his palm.

“Sister Ping, don’t worry. I’m here.”

He gripped his sword and turned to look into the distance.

Over there, many black-robed people had gathered around Tang Chi.

“Dong—”

“Dong—”

Behind the demons, the deafening sound of war drums could be heard.

At the sound of the drums, the experts on the Cloud Nest Ridge looked solemn.

The demons wanted to attack from all sides!

“Be careful. The Nine Mystic Sword Sect can’t withstand this. Prepare to save them.”

Zheng Wangyuan stared ahead and said in a deep voice.

The others nodded.

This was not the time to plan. If the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was defeated, it would definitely affect the entire battle situation and even cause the entire battle line to collapse.

At Fengshou Mountain, it was because the battle line had collapsed that they had no choice but to retreat.

At that time, the army of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect had gathered on Cloud Nest Ridge and temporarily suppressed the defensive line.

If they retreated again today, there would be no reinforcements at the back.

“Boom—”

Lu Hao’s sword light slashed open the demonic cloud opposite him. An old man in a dark red robe and holding a strange spear laughed and flew down to collide with Lu Hao.

Lu Hao swept the sword in his hand and faced it.

A sword cultivator should speak with his sword.

Not far away, five black demonic clouds were gathering.

They were five Heaven Realm experts.

The demons only dared to attack because there were five Heaven Realm demons here.

If not for the fact that Tu Sunshi had killed a great demon previously and made the demons afraid, the attacks of the Southern Wasteland would probably be several times fiercer.

On the battlefield below, the demonic beasts had already retreated and made way for the main battlefield.

Greater demons in various leather robes rushed forward.

Some of these demons transformed into demon bodies. They were either bears, tigers, or wolves. They were dozens of feet tall and as fast as lightning.

The light of spells flashed in the hands of some demons. From several miles away, streams of light had already been released.

This was the true demonic army. Every great demon was at least at the Foundation Establishment realm.

Even those below Foundation Establishment had powerful bodies or special bloodline powers.

Among these great demons, there were also Earth Realm experts. Their blood Qi soared into the sky.

Such power was not something that itinerant cultivators and cultivators of small sects could withstand.

“Clang—”

A sword cry sounded. Li Xixi, who was wearing a green robe, turned into a sword light and landed on the battlefield.

The 10-foot-long sword light was like a meteor as it exploded in midair and slashed in all directions with endless sharpness.

Her sword light was like a signal. Countless sword lights rushed into the battlefield from above.

The disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect rushed into the battlefield.

The sword light instantly filled the air, exploded, and shone, filling the entire world.

At this moment, it was as if there was only sword light in the world.

“Sword cultivators are indeed dazzling…” On Cloud Nest Ridge, an old man in green shook his head and sighed.

Beside him, Yang Dingshan and the others turned to look.

This was a sword cultivator.

Cultivation.

Cultivating the sword.

Cultivating the mind.

When there was no war, the sword was a companion and a confidant.

In wartime, the sword and oneself were inseparable.

As long as the sword was there, the person would be there.

Tu Sunshi, whose hair was tied up with a golden crown and whose sword Qi was restrained, stepped out of the void with a clear sword in his hand.

He was alone with his sword and did not display any unusual strength, but he was the pillar of the entire battlefield and the cultivators of the Western Frontier.

Without him, the human battlefront in the Western Frontier had long collapsed.

“Damn it, do you really want me to start a massacre?”

Tu Sunshi muttered as he turned into a green light and slammed forward.

In the distance, five great demon clouds shook, as if they had discussed it.

On the Cloud Nest Ridge, the other half-step Heaven Realm experts also flew up.

No one expected a battle at the front line of Cloud Nest Ridge to erupt at this moment.

Actually, it was normal. The demon army was entrenched here, and it was not a treat. After so many days of probing, they had already made all the arrangements.

He was only waiting for today’s battle.

It was both a test and a decisive battle.

“Boom—”

The sword light in Tu Sunshi’s hand slashed down, as if it had ripped open the sky.

Ten thousand feet of sword light cut through the air.

The halo covered all the light, and only this sword stirred in the demonic cloud.

The five Heaven Realm demons rushed forward in unison and retreated.

A sword light flashed and separated from Tu Sunshi’s sword light.

Green vines filled the sky, and flying leaves fluttered towards Tu Sunshi.

A heaven-supporting iron rod smashed down on Tu Sunshi’s head.

Feathers turned into arrows, like a storm.

A water dragon roared, stirring up clouds.