YM778.TV Chapter 395 - Seizing the Rising Dragon
Chapter 395: Seizing the Rising Dragon Platform, Who Wants to Fight? (2)
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“F*ck…”
Someone growled gloomily.
Under the snowy mountain, spiritual light and sword light flashed.
Figures flew up the dragon pillar and fell again.
Slowly, a few golden dragon pillars could be seen rising the fastest, gradually surpassing the other green jade pillars.
No matter who attacked the golden dragon pillar that Han Muye occupied, they would swing their swords to block and divert the attacker.
The dragon pillar he occupied rose the fastest, reaching a thousand feet in a moment.
When the dragon pillar reached a thousand feet, Han Muye and the experts of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect immediately felt a heavy pressure on their shoulders.
No wonder.
Not many people could carry a heavy burden and fight.
When others came to seize the Dragon Pillar, they attacked in midair without any effect.
Those on the Dragon Pillars had to carry a huge burden to fight. How could they fight?
Fortunately, with the Flight Restriction Array, the person who snatched the dragon pillar could only maintain it in midair for a hundred breaths. After a hundred breaths, there was also a huge force pressing down on his body.
However, these hundred breaths were not easy to withstand.
On the dragon pillar not far away, the number one disciple of the Spiritual Dao Sect, Lu Qingchen, sneered and waved his hand.
Several figures rushed towards the dragon pillar of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
Before Han Muye could draw his sword, the disciples of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect occupying the stone pillar had already flown over to stop him.
However, these disciples only exchanged a few blows before retreating in defeat.
A few of them gritted their teeth and flew out of the dragon pillar to fight the other party. Unfortunately, they were outnumbered and were cut down after dozens of breaths.
On the dragon pillar, Lin Shen shouted in a low voice. The sword light in his hand swept across and swept down the few Spiritual Dao Sect disciples who were attacking.
Seeing Lin Shen’s sword radiance, Lu Qingchen snorted coldly and did not send anyone else to attack.
By the time the Nine Mystic Sword Sect’s dragon pillar rose to 1.5 million feet, the other dragon pillars had already reached 1,000 feet.
When the dragon pillar reached 1,000 feet, many people with low cultivation fell onto the stone pillar.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, figures flew towards the dragon pillar. Spiritual light scattered and swept down the people on it.
On the dragon pillar, more than half of the sects changed instantly!
These people were all waiting here!
However, when they landed on the dragon pillar, their expressions changed drastically.
With an immense force, he could not block the attacks of others at all!
“Fighting for the nine sects is just playing house?” On the clouds, Daoist Wan Hua chuckled and shook his head.
Only now did they see the difference!
Only true great sects could stand on the pillars of the nine sects. Others did not even have the qualifications to stand on them!
As long as he dared to climb up the dragon pillar, he would not be able to defend against the sword light dao technique.
In just a moment, only half of the originally full dragon pillar was left.
The other dragon pillars were empty and no one dared to go up.
Even if they did not unleash their anger, they might be severely injured or even die.
The dragon pillar rose again. After reaching 2,000 feet, the pressure on it had already reached 100,000 tons.
Ten times!
At this moment, standing on the stone pillar, it was as if he was carrying a huge snow mountain.
Most people couldn’t even stand, let alone draw their swords and cast spells.
“You guys go down first,” Han Muye shouted.
The other Nine Mystic Sword Sect disciples on the stone pillar nodded and flopped down from the dragon pillar.
Only Han Muye, Lin Shen, Lu Gao, and Gu Yuanlong were left on the dragon pillar.
There were only two or three dragon pillars left from the other sects.
There were more people on the dragon pillars of the Spiritual Dao Sect, nearly 10 of them.
If not for the death of half of the Seven Sons of the Spiritual Dao Sect, there would have been more people.
Lu Qingchen laughed loudly. Several figures behind him rushed towards the dragon pillar occupied by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
The other sects found it difficult to even defend their dragon pillars. Only the Spiritual Dao Sect still had the strength to attack.
Moreover, when these people attacked, the spiritual light turned into clouds that exploded. It was obvious that they did not hold back.
“Brother Han, you’ll have to rely on yourself from now on.” Gu Yuanlong shouted as he flew down the dragon pillar. The sword light in his hand collided with the charging Guo Tianjin.
He came from the Eastern Sea. As an ally, it was enough for him to last until now.
Lu Gao and Lin Shen also took a step forward to block the descending spiritual light.
Han Muye’s blood qi surged, and he pointed his sword diagonally.
Three thousand feet!
At this moment, the positions of the nine sects were basically decided.
The Nine Mystic Sword Sect occupied the highest point. Han Muye stood on the dragon pillar while Lin Shen and Lu Gao protected him.
The Spiritual Dao Sect followed closely behind. Lu Qingchen and the three green-robed Daoists sat cross-legged behind him.
Du Feng of the Wind Spirit Sword Sect, the White Demon Son of the Shangyang Demon Sect, Duan Yihong of the Infinite Dao Sect, and Wanyue of the Moonlight Sword Sect.
On the remaining three dragon pillars, Yang Mingxuan was covered in blood as he stood with his sword.
Feng Yuange, the first direct disciple of the Tai Yi Sword Sect, held his sword and closed his eyes. His face was slightly pale.
On the ninth dragon pillar, it was not someone from the original Yuntai Dao Sect, one of the nine sects, nor was it a cultivator from the Nine Sects’ Young Spirit Valley who had very little presence.
Dao Xuansheng was considered strong enough among the Daoist sects. His Daoist disciple, Wang Xuanji, held a jade talisman and stood tall.
This jade talisman was actually a top-grade spirit talisman with the power of a magic treasure.
With the support of this talisman, Wang Xuanji could reduce the pressure on his shoulders and use half of his combat strength.
That was enough.
The other dragon pillars slowly stopped rising. Only the ones seized by the Nine Mystic Sword Sect and the Spiritual Dao Sect were still rising.
Moreover, the dragon pillar of the Spiritual Dao Sect rose extremely quickly, as if it was about to catch up and surpass the dragon pillar of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect.
“It seems like my foundation is still too weak…” Looking at the two dragon pillars, someone sighed softly.
The Spiritual Dao Sect had suppressed the Western Frontier for 10,000 years and had an incomparably deep foundation. How could the Nine Mystic Sword Sect, which had always had to survive in unfavorable conditions, compare to them?