This Sword Cultivator is Somewhat Dependable-Chapter 1332 - 107: The Ants Shake the Tree

In war, each has their own duty and responsibility.

Once the Sword Sect cultivators arrive in Central Spirit, they can seamlessly take over the command of the Central Spirit cultivators, becoming the leaders of the Human Race in Central Spirit, gaining the trust and followership of the Central Spirit cultivators.

This is because they are the strongest.

Similarly, now that the Sword Sect is the leader of Central Spirit, they must take the lead for the world.

They have the responsibility to cover the safe retreat of the Central Spirit cultivators, thus preserving as much strength as possible so that after a foundation in Heart City is established, it can be used as a base to contend with the Demon Race.

Gu Qiu laughed aloud, then instructed the Taoist Robe Cultivators behind him.

"San Zhou, the retreat of the main forces will be under your command. We will at least win you a day's time."

San Zhou, a Ninth Realm cultivator of the Celestial Law Sect, was also the de facto leader of Tigerhead City before the Sword Sect ascended to Central Spirit.

San Zhou seemed a bit hesitant, "Peak Master Gu, the Demon Race's entire army has mobilized with fierce momentum. Relying solely on the Sword Sect to block them seems quite uncertain?"

"I have seven hundred disciples of the Sword Sect, it's enough!" Gu Qiu spoke with an undeniable tone.

After careful consideration, San Zhou sighed, dared not delay, and could only agree to Gu Qiu's arrangement.

"In that case, we will trust the strength of your Sword Sect and leave first."

"Make haste, do not delay yourself." Gu Qiu said calmly.

San Zhou sighed again deeply.

Sword Sect cultivators, truly strong-willed.

But only such Sword Sect cultivators can make the Sword Sect, with over three thousand members, become the universally acknowledged number one Taoist Sect of the Seven Domains of the Human Race, right?

He shook his head, dispelled distracting thoughts, and San Zhou no longer thought much, immediately leading the other High Realm cultivators, except those of the Sword Sect, to retreat and begin executing his task.

Before the Sword Sect ascended to Central Spirit, the cultivators here followed the command of San Zhou.

So suddenly taking back the command was quite smooth for him, swift in his actions.

The cultivators moved quickly.

Under urgent orders, within just a few dozen breaths, they were fully assembled and quickly retreated from the city.

Further retreating tens of thousands of miles back, they would enter the tail end area of the Spirit Sea Tide.

The cultivators of Tigerhead City were all retreating backward, only the cultivators of the Sword Sect did not retreat.

Outside the city, far above the Heaven's Vault, the Demon Race army approached ever closer.

As they neared, the whole Heaven's Vault seemed to begin trembling.

The Demon Race on that side also noticed the retreat actions of the Human Race, under the command of the Demon Lord, once again accelerated their movements.

The dark mass of the Demon Race's army engulfed the sky like a tide.

Above the clear sky, layers of dark clouds gathered, ominous and grim.

Beneath the blue sky, seven hundred Sword Sect Sword Cultivators stood suspended in the air.

Facing a Demon Race army numbering in the millions, their expressions remained calm, but their eyes were steadfast, filled with boundless battle intent.

The speed of the Demon Race army was extremely fast, within just a few dozen breaths, they approached with rolling demonic qi.

In the demonic fog, leading the attack on Tigerhead City, the Demon Lord Tai Xuan gazed into the distance.

Looking at the over seven hundred Sword Sect Sword Cultivators above Tigerhead City, his usually nonchalant face suddenly turned grim.

He naturally understood what these Sword Sect cultivators intended to do.

"Even if your Sect Master of the Sword Sect personally came, you could not withstand the onslaught of our Demon Race, let alone you disciples of the Sword Sect?"

"With a million-strong army of the Demon Race here, how can just a few of you stop us?"

"An ant trying to shake a tree, how laughable and overconfident!"

The grim voice of question echoed in the sky, spreading throughout Tigerhead City, reaching the ears of every Sword Sect cultivator.

Gu Qiu's hair gently fluttered in the cold wind.

He turned his head, looking at the Sword Sect disciples behind him.

He did not answer the question of the Demon Lord Tai Xuan, he only said one sentence to his seven hundred fellow practitioners.

"Sword Sect disciples, draw your swords!"

On the Heaven's Vault, the words "draw your swords" echoed continuously.

Then, Gu Qiu grasped his long sword, pointing the tip straight ahead at the millions of demonic cultivators, and was the first to swing heavily.

Gu Qiu, drew his sword.

Seven hundred vs. a million-strong Demon army.

Even though these seven hundred, each one was an absolute champion, the strongest in their tier, and even though among the Demon army, the strength varied, many demonic cultivators could be slain instantly by a single Sword Sect sword swipe.

But even ants can bite an elephant to death in great numbers, let alone the Demon army, which certainly was not just ants.

Such a disparity in numbers, however you look at it, is like a mantis trying to stop a chariot, utterly hopeless.

Facing such a vast enemy, Gu Qiu drew his sword, giving his all, holding nothing back.

His eyes abruptly shone bright, as he wielded his sword, the hair that was slightly flying behind him now wildly danced backward.

In Gu Qiu's long sword, the aura of Heaven and Earth separated, tens of thousands of white Sword Qi crossed each other, either still or swift, some soared to the sky while others dived to the earth, surging forward.

Against the dark Heaven's Vault as a backdrop, the Sword Qi was bright and brilliant, like a magnificent display of fireworks.

The Demon Lord Tai Xuan said they were like ants shaking a tree.

And indeed it was so.

Because the sword in Gu Qiu's hand was covered with dense patterns, surrounded by Sword Qi.

The sword was named, Ant Spire.

Ants could shake the tree.

The Sword Qi had already crossed into autumn.

Behind Gu Qiu, over seven hundred Sword Sect disciples also drew their swords in unison.

With a clear and crisp cry, over a thousand cold swords soared through the sky, manifesting countless afterimages in the Heaven's Vault, condensing into brilliant Sword Light, like a long rainbow, like a Sword River pouring forward.

Suddenly, thousands of torrents appeared between Heaven and Earth, piercing straight into the dark "tides" ahead.

Each torrent was a Flying Sword.

Those Flying Swords flew close to the sky, absorbing the ambient light from the clouds, refracting the faint dark light into a colorful spectrum.

Beautiful as a dream.

This scene, set against the cold and sharp sky, appeared hard and rigid.

Also very magnificent.

Even more magnificent than thousands of troops charging, with momentum like a rainbow.

San Zhou, who was leading the city's main forces in retreat, and those cultivators who had just figured out the situation, couldn't help but look back at the sword cries coming from behind.

Then, they saw this unforgettable scene and understood the reason behind the Sword Sect being named after the sword for tens of thousands of years.

The world only heard of the Chang'an Sword Immortal Li Qiubai once opening Heaven's Gate with a sword in Chang'an City, making Heaven and Earth solemn.

That grand sword, ultimately just a legend, without witnessing it firsthand, or having deep Sword Dao comprehension, it's difficult to truly appreciate the magnificence and grandeur within it.

But today, above Tigerhead City, the seven hundred Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect drew their swords together, with thousands of swords floating and sweeping through the air, they had the fortune to witness it firsthand, indeed feeling like Mount Tai pressing down, inspiring fear and awe.

Under the Flying Swords.

A Seventh Grade Demon Cultivator was pierced through.

An Eighth Grade Demon Lord turned into a mist of blood.

A Ninth Grade Demon Cultivator was riddled with holes by the Flying Swords, blood dyeing the sky.

The first wave of a thousand swords' impact created a small blank zone in the demon army.

Watching this scene, Demon Lord Tai Xuan raised his eyebrows, observing the over seven hundred Sword Cultivators of the Sword Sect above Tigerhead City, his gaze becoming colder and more frenzied.

"Such arrogance and hubris, today let me end your Sword Sect, leaving none alive."

The Sword Sect's prestige was immense, but for Demon Lord Tai Xuan, who held a high position and possesses formidable strength, it posed no great pressure.

For history has proven countless times, when facing the heroic, fearless charge of their Demon army, unless it's at the level of a Sword Immortal, no matter how powerful the Sword Cultivators are, they all meet death.

"Charge!" Demon Lord Tai Xuan commanded.

He knew, the swords of the Sword Sect cultivators were mighty.

But it didn't matter, just overwhelm with numbers.

In this war, without considering loss or cost, only seek victory.

He wanted to quickly eliminate these obstructing Sword Cultivators, then catch up with the main force of the cultivators who had just retreated from Tigerhead City, and achieve great exploits, dealing a heavy blow to the Human Race!

The Demon Race army continued to charge forward.

The vanguard of the Demon Race army at this moment had quickly adjusted, switching to the peculiar demonic cultivators clad in mysterious black scale armor.

That is the Xuanlin Demon Tribe, their scale armor greatly restrains physical attack methods, strong as black iron.

Even the sharp Flying Swords of the Sword Cultivators find it difficult to penetrate those scales in a short time.

In past battles, the Xuanlin Demon Tribe often held the upper hand when confronting Sword Cultivators.

Even when facing the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators now, Demon Lord Tai Xuan was still full of confidence.

How about the Sword Sect's Sword Cultivators, aren't they still just Sword Cultivators?

With terrifying force and momentum in their charge, the Demon Race army, as long as they get through the raining Flying Swords, if they manage to engage with those Sword Cultivators who are incredibly frail, they could devour them in an instant, leaving not even a trace.

This was the strategy they had prepared for the Sword Sect.