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As he said that, a red light flashed in Loong Ming's hand, and a blood-red lance appeared in his hand. The lance was sharp and cold, a cold killing intent exuded from the lance, and there seemed to be tens of thousands of ghosts wailing in pain within it.
Zi Xuan and the other two couldn't help but look at the long lance in Loong Ming's hand. Their eyes were filled with suspicion.
To have such a killing intent, the weapon was definitely not ordinary. It has to be said that the Devil Sword in Jing Tian's hands absorbed boundless baleful aura and was sealed within the Demon Sealing Pagoda for more than a hundred years.
Within the Demon Sealing Pagoda, the Devil Sword had even absorbed the evil aura inside the tower. Once the evil aura burst out from the Devil Sword, that terrifying evil aura would be enough to instantly steal away one's mind!
However, in terms of hostility alone, the Devil Sword in Jing Tian's hand was much inferior to the blood-red long lance that Loong Ming had!
Loong Ming saw Loong Kui and the other two girls looking at the weapon in their hands and couldn't help but smile: "This' Cross Demonic Lance 'is an inherited item of my Long family." Loong Ming saw Loong Kui and the three girls looking at the weapon in their hands and he couldn't help but smile: "This' Cross Demonic Lance 'is an inherited item of my Long family.
Hearing that, Zi Xuan suddenly understood. No wonder the Evil Qi she felt from the Cross Demonic Staff was even stronger than that of the Devil Sword.
Although Devil Sword s were rare divine weapons in the world, they had only existed for a thousand years. Even if they absorbed the malevolent aura from the Demon Sealing Pagoda, they were still unable to compare to a vicious weapon like the Cross Demonic Lance, which had been around for thousands of years.
After Loong Ming said this, he casually waved his Cross Medallion. The wind created by his spear drew a shallow mark on the ground.
"Miss Zi Xuan, Miss Xuejian, please!" Loong Ming nodded at Zi Xuan and Tang Xuejian, and without any hesitation, he gripped his Cross Wyrm Lance and rushed towards the Soul Suppressing Pass.
At the moment, on top of the Soul Suppressing Pass, other than the Yaksha Asura and Asura Race soldiers stuck together, Jing Tian also occupied a corner of the city wall. The Devil Sword s were already covered in blood and the sword tip was dyed red.
Beside him lay a circle of Asura Race Warriors' corpses, and there was no lack of corpses dressed up as Asura Race Warriors.
Because of the cultivation level, Jing Tian was unable to ignore the barrier inside the Soul Suppressing Pass, so he could only be like the Asura and Yaksha Clan's soldiers who were fighting each other, and use the simplest method of close combat.
Fortunately, Jing Tian did not lack experience in close combat. Relying on the sharpness of the Devil Sword, he stood firmly on the city wall.
"Brother Long, you go to the left. I will protect the right side and support the troops at the back to climb up the city wall!" Jing Tian waved his sword and killed two Yakuza Clan Warriors and happened to see Loong Ming who was climbing up the wall.
Loong Ming also did not hesitate when he heard this. He pointed out his Cross Medallion, and suddenly ten thousand cold specks of light appeared in the air. The Asura Race soldiers close to Loong Ming did not even have time to do anything before they covered their neck and fell to the ground.
Shaking his head, Loong Ming walked with big steps to the place on the left where the warriors of the two clans were fighting the most intense battles.
His strength was not weak in the first place, and after Yu Lin was killed by Loong Kui, the number of people in the Asura Race army who could stop him were even fewer!
Therefore, Loong Ming was much easier to deal with than Jing Tian. Soon, they occupied a portion of the city wall and protected the area. They were followed by the Yaksha Army who were behind them as they climbed up the city wall.