Time slowly passed, and in the blink of an eye, the sun was setting. Luo Fu and the people from the Thunder Clan had used all their strength, and they were already exhausted. Cao Ye had seen enough. He stretched his body and did not intend to let it go any longer.
With a thought, he was about to kill all these people. Looking at their persistent attacks, they probably wouldn't give up on making things difficult for the Desolate Village. Since that was the case, he couldn't blame him.
Thus, everyone saw the huge sword that towered into the sky slowly shrink. The Cloud Palace's people sitting outside the Desolate Village suddenly stood up."Is it over? The sword is gone?"
They had been watching for as long as the commotion inside lasted. To be honest, it was quite funny to see Luo Fu and the Thunder Clan's people attacking in vain. The people of these two clans had always been arrogant and despotic. They did not expect to be defeated here today. It made them secretly happy.
However, even more so, they were afraid of the village. The sword was very strange. Even their tribe had never seen such a treasure before. Not only was its aura shocking, but it could also absorb attacks without making them visible.
However, after so long, he had only seen it defend and not attack. Could it be a defensive artifact of this village? How could such a small village have such a powerful artifact? What was with that Guardian Spirit?
His mind was filled with questions, so he kicked Lang Feng who had slipped out."How much do you know about this village? If you lie again, you don't have to live.”
"Sir, I only know that this village has a treasured weapon, but I didn't know that there was such a powerful weapon. After the battle inside is over, both sides will suffer heavy losses.”Lang Feng flattered.
"What kind of dog is this? The two tribes have used so much time and still haven't harmed this Desolate Village person. You don't have good intentions." Lang Feng was kicked again and rolled twice on the ground, not moving at all.
Meanwhile, in the village, the huge sword gradually became smaller, and its power increased step by step. In the end, it became a sword that could be held in one hand. Then, a white light flashed, and everyone involuntarily closed their eyes because the white light was as dazzling as the sun, making it impossible for people to look directly at it.
In the time it took to open and close his eyes, the sword had completely disappeared. It was as if it had never been there before, leaving only a huge gap surrounded by sword qi.
The people of the Desolate Village opened their eyes and looked at the changes in a daze. They could not understand what was going on.
On the ground was a crack that was hundreds of feet deep into the ground, indicating the existence of the giant sword. This was not an illusion.
Huang Hao squatted down and touched the edge of the gap. His hand was immediately cut, and blood dripped out. The remnant power of the sword qi was still there.
He stuffed his fingers into his mouth and pondered. His small face was covered in tears, his eyes were bloodshot, and his vision was dark. He staggered a little, but he still stared straight at the willow tree. It wasn't in the direction of the willow tree, but the roots of the willow tree.
He was deep in thought, but this was not a good time to talk about this matter. He put away his gaze and suppressed this matter in his heart, planning to mention it to the clan leader and the others after everything was settled.
No one noticed Huang Hao's abnormality. They all looked at the enemy, afraid that they would do something again.
Huang Hao also stood up and looked up. The enemies were standing stiffly on the spot like statues. Their eyes were unfocused and they could no longer watch. They were still maintaining their attacking movements.
Huang Feijiao was about to go forward to check when he heard Huang Linhu stop him.
"Don't be anxious. Let's wait and see. I don't know what they're up to.”
"But Uncle, I think they have no chance of survival. He should be dead." Huang Hao tugged at the corner of Huang Feijiao's clothes, his eyes filled with seriousness.
"All dead?" Huang Feijiao was a little surprised. After saying that, he walked forward to check.
There were no fatal wounds on his body, and even his expression did not have the malevolence of a dead person. Many people had sweat on their foreheads, indicating that he was still alive a second ago.
Huang Feijiao poked a person with a finger, and that person fell to the ground with a bang, his head separated from his body.
Huang Feijiao looked at the other person carefully. His eyes widened in surprise. He had already died. It turned out that there was an extremely thin line on their necks. If one did not look carefully, they would think that it was a pattern on their skin. They would never think that this thin line was their fatal wound.
He patiently checked everyone. It was the same. No one was spared. All of them had their throats slit with a single sword strike. The people of the two clans, which numbered close to a hundred in total, were all killed in the blink of an eye by this mysterious sword strike!
The Desolate Flying Dragon was greatly shocked. It was different from the scene when the sword light appeared last time. The last time, it directly turned the Guardian Spirit into ashes. This time, it was a bloody corpse on the ground. It clearly happened silently, but it caused such a brutal result.
He couldn't help but feel his hair stand on end. Fortunately, the enemy of this sword isn't me, he thought to himself.
The other people of the Desolate Village also gathered around. Looking at the heads and bodies on the ground, they were so shocked that they could not speak.
After a while, Huang Feijiao asked the Clan Leader," Clan Leader, how should we deal with these corpses? Should we bury them?"”
"You gave him face? Just throw him out of the village. He took the initiative to attack us and still wants us to collect his corpse? If it weren't for the protection of that divine sword, we would have been the ones to be collected.”The chief snorted. Although there were no casualties in the village, it did not mean that he could forgive these people who invaded the village.
Just as the group of people carried the corpses to the village entrance, they saw the people from the Cloud Palace standing at the village entrance, wanting to enter.
When the people of the Cloud Palace saw the items in their hands, they were shocked. They thought that the battle was over. It was uncertain whether the people of the Desolate Village would win, but at the very least, they would suffer heavy casualties. After all, they had seen the entire process and did not see the Guardian Spirit attack. The sword was only used to defend and not to hurt.
However, looking at the situation before him, it was clear that something had happened before and after he saw the sword shrink. The people of the Thunder Clan and Luofu had been completely wiped out. They had all died in this village.
The people in the village were moving the corpses in and out of the village. Their faces were expressionless, giving the people of the Cloud Palace the illusion that this kind of thing was commonplace.
" Could it be that this village has done this many times? Killing outsiders and then throwing them out? Was it so simple and crude?”Uncle Yungong's imagination was a little off. In his eyes, this village had suddenly become a bloodthirsty beast.
As the sun set, the remaining sunlight sprinkled on the village. The entrance of the village was like the mouth of an ancient beast, waiting for the lamb to be slaughtered to enter its stomach.
The blood in the village had yet to be cleaned up. From afar, it looked like a long blood-red throat.
He was shocked by his own imagination and quickly shook his head."How can it be so evil?"
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