C271 (1/2)

”Pfft!”

Zhou Tong and Su Yue's figures clashed with each other, and the two of them flew down together towards the ground, and like a meteorite, they smashed down onto the battlefield below. Clang clang clang clang clang.

”Boom!”

Immediately, a large number of large crack lines appeared on the ground. They spread out for over a hundred meters and the entire ground appeared to be trembling. Thick smoke surged, soil and rocks flew about as dust flew about …

”Ka!”

Countless people held their breaths and raised their heads to look. When that figure walked out of the smoke covered area, his official uniform was already tattered and his snow-white longsword was covered with blood stains.

”Zhou Tong! It's Zhou Tong! Zhou Tong wins! ”

Taoist Master Xing Luo was the most sharp-eyed, and the first to recognize that it was Zhou Tong, he immediately shouted out with joy, and after Taoist Master Xing Luo's shout, the cultivators from the Cloud Court immediately cheered together, and the shouts, like a wave, swept across in the span of a few breaths!

On the battlefield below, the battle between the two armies had reached its climax. When the two sides combined, there were nearly a million deaths and injuries, and more than half of their cultivators had died. Even with the arrival of the Star Gauze Sword Sect, of the few Masters Zhou Tong was most familiar with, the Flaming Island's Flowing Flame Spiritual Master had already fallen.

Zhou Tong's figure swayed to and fro as he stood straight, and then he floated towards the sky. The Guizhou kite sword was raised up high, and with a sudden swing of her sword, the sharp sword beam separated the two sides who were intensely fighting with each other. The black cloud in the sky instantly opened a huge hole, revealing the sky above the black cloud, which was gradually getting late.

”Bastards of the cloud song, surrender now and avoid death.

Zhou Tong's shout was loud, and in an instant it spread across the entire battlefield. When the soldiers of the Cloud Song Dynasty heard the voice, they all stopped, their leader Su Yue was heavily injured, and their leader Su Yin, who was half a step away from Limitless, had died. In this battle, the cloud song had already lost, and although the two sides' top rankers had not won, the Cloud Dynasty had Zhou Tong, so no matter how the army of the cloud song struggled, it was useless.

Seeing that many of the cloud song's side's cultivators had stopped, Zhou Tong heaved a sigh of relief, and looked at the cultivators on her side.

The atmosphere among the experts of the Cloud Court was somewhat silent. Within the Mo Sect, there were originally quite a few people who had followed Zhou Tong all the way here from the Star Gauze Sword Sect.

As for the Swordsman Ten Thousand Swords, he had lost more than half of his own spirit artifacts and flying swords. As for the Daoist Master Qing Lian, even with such a powerful defensive skill like the blue lotus bed, his injuries were not light, to the point where even the naive and foolish was crying in pain and tears.

The large group of cultivators that Feng Xiu had brought along had suffered a thirty percent loss in this single battle. That beautiful Aunt Jiang had also fainted at this moment. If it wasn't for the fact that Feng Xiu was hanging onto his life with those powerful pills, she probably would have died already.

”Seniors, honorable elders, sorry to trouble you,” Zhou Tong said as he sniffed and tightly pursed his lips. The cruelty of war truly did not give face to anyone. So what if he was a mortal? So what if he was a cultivator? Once they entered the battlefield, it was destined that there would be people who would not be able to return alive …

”Are you alright?” Zhu Yunxin carefully walked behind Zhou Tong and lightly tugged at Zhou Tong's sleeves. However, sshe was immediately pushed away by Zhou Tong and he grabbed onto Zhou Tong's hand. Zhu Yunxin didn't speak anymore. A pair of small hands gently held onto Zhou Tong's hands, stroking them gently, causing his trembling to lessen somewhat

”Stinky brat, don't have such an expression, we won!” Taoist Master Xing Luo walked forward and patted Zhou Tong's shoulder with his remaining right arm. His tone, however, was involuntarily somewhat sorrowful.

”Yeah, I won but I can't feel happy at all. It's different from what I originally thought,” Zhou Tong also raised his head, and laughed at himself. After a while, he wiped his eyes, and let out a long breath, returning to his resolute expression.

”Yun Xin, come with me!” ”Be careful!”

Just as Zhou Tong wanted to say something, in the next second, his face suddenly became tyrannical, and at the same time, a deep blue figure suddenly crashed in front of Zhou Tong.