"boom!"
Guan Dahu was hit hard in the chest by a streak of blood-colored satin and fell directly from the air.
Guan Dahu's chest sank a bit, and he spat out a mouthful of scarlet blood.
"Hey, good luck! Come again!" Guan Dahu raised his hand and stuffed a pill into his mouth, then climbed up, took a deep breath, stamped his feet on the ground, and soared up again.
Fang Dan's eyelids jumped as he looked at the cobweb-like wounds on Guan Dahu's body.
As a person at the pinnacle of the Soul Swallowing Realm, he could withstand dozens of moves from the female figure at the pinnacle of the Piercing Mortal Realm, and still continue to fight vigorously. This is a rough-skinned guy like Guan Dahu. If it had been one of them, he would have been killed long ago. He couldn't die any more.
Guan Dahu's cultivation method is very strange, he just gets beaten, just beaten.
Moreover, the higher the opponent's realm and the more ruthless his attacks, the greater the benefit to Guan Dahu.
Of course, this will only benefit if Guan Dahu survives the war. Otherwise, one of the dead people will have to eat the white wax tribute fruit.
The reason why Guan Dahu is willing to come on this trip is because he has been stuck at the peak of the Spirit Swallowing Realm for more than ten years, and he needs to take a step further!
He wants a promotion, he wants a raise!
Water flows to lower place, man goes to higher position.
Moreover, his pursuit of martial arts also forced him to urgently need a promotion.
Even if it was just a small step to reach the perfection of the spirit-swallowing realm, Guan Dahu would be satisfied.
It's better than nothing.
Therefore, Jiao Yueshan and his party would be a dangerous mission to others, but in Guan Dahu's eyes, this is a rare opportunity for promotion.
Even if he gets nothing from this trip, it is still very profitable to make Wang Xizhou owe him a favor.
In Shanshui Square, although Wang Xizhou is just a small Shanshui Lang, his words are much more useful than many high-ranking figures.
What surprised Guan Dahu was that the phantom of the woman in Jiaoyue Mountain turned out to be the sixth realm of Dao Realm!
Even with Fang Dan's natural overwhelming power, the female shadow still has the cultivation level at the peak of the World-Building Realm. This is undoubtedly an excellent forging hammer and whetstone for Guan Dahu who is stuck at the peak of the Soul-Devouring Realm!
It's just that benefits and risks coexist.
If he succeeds, he will be able to shed the rust and regain his sharpness!
If you don't succeed, you can only become a benevolent person, and the old edge will be broken.
Therefore, when Guan Dahu saw the female shadow's cultivation soared to the peak of the Extraordinary Realm, he was shocked at first, and then ecstatic in his heart.
Promotion is expected!
Maybe after this battle, he can successfully break through two small realms and advance to the extraordinary realm!
Such motivation makes him energetic even though he is injured.
Because Guan Dahu will have one more chance to be promoted if he takes more attacks from the peak of the Pimortal Realm. He has to do this!
Of course, Guan Dahu also enjoyed it.
He Yan gritted her silver teeth and frowned, "Fang Dan, can you suppress that ghost's realm again? If you continue like this, we will all be killed!"
Fang Dan hesitated for a moment, "Yes, but you only have one chance, and you only have ten breaths. You must ensure a sure kill. Otherwise, if you waste that opportunity, my victory will be useless."
He Yan's face was stunned.
The time is too short, and it requires one hit to kill.
Among the five peak soul-swallowing realms, Wang Xizhou and Jianxiu Lianfeng are the only main forces. He Yan and Fang Dan are just covering and suppressing the woman's shadow. Guan Dahu can't even count on it. Chunchun is just a shield, just for use. Just resistant to damage.
Just relying on Wang Xizhou and Lian Feng to hit a blow that will kill the peak of the Mortal Realm is simply a dream!
"How far can you suppress that opportunity?" Lian Feng struck out with his sword, and managed to avoid the woman's shadow by using a piece of silk, but the hand holding the sword was still shaken slightly.
There was determination in Fang Dan's eyes, "It's hard to say, but let it fall to a lower level, no problem!"
"That's enough." Lian Feng said calmly.
There was astonishment in Wang Xizhou's eyes, "Brother Lianfeng, don't make jokes at this time, be careful what you say!"
Lian Feng twitched his lips and answered the question, "It's just a sword. You can still practice it after spending some time."
Wang Xizhou suddenly thought of something and his expression became solemn, "Brother Lianfeng, you must not do it. The natal sword involves your own path, so you must not mess with it!"
The long sword in Lian Feng's hand seemed ordinary and was often carried on his back with rags wrapped around it, but Wang Xizhou knew that this sword was Lian Feng's natal sword!
The monk's Taoism, the warrior's physique, and the sword cultivator's natal sword are all the great avenues of their own cultivation, and they are extremely important. Even if there is a trace of damage, it will cause immeasurable harm to one's future path. This is what people often call fundamental damage.
Because it is the location of a great avenue of cultivation, the spiritual power contained in this thing cannot be ignored.
A sword cultivator at the peak of the Soul Devouring Realm self-destructs his natal sword, and its power is no less powerful than a full blow from a person who has just entered the Mortal Transformation Realm!
If the grade of the natal sword is extremely high and the sword cultivator's own talent is excellent, the power can be even higher!
But in this way, even if this sword cultivator can re-train his natal sword in the future, its killing power will be greatly weakened, and the height of his sword will be cut off a lot in the future, which is tantamount to ruining his future!
What Lian Feng was thinking at this time was probably to destroy his natal sword and seriously injure the female shadow.
Apart from this, Wang Xizhou could not think of another way.
It's just that Lian Feng looked calm and ignored Wang Xizhou's advice, "I said, it's just a sword, it's no big deal."
The worst that can happen is to take the kendo again, or change a different path.
Wang Xizhou wanted to persuade him something more, but a streak of blood-red silk satin was photographed from the sky, causing Wang Xizhou to swallow the words that were already on his lips.
"Dahu, help me resist! He Yan, cover!" Lian Feng used his sword to fly away a strip of blood-red silk, then stopped talking nonsense, held the sword in both hands, and a flash of determination flashed in his eyes.
A clear sword cry sounded from the blade of the ancient long sword, like the cry of a dying bird, and like a death knell striking the soul, sad and heroic.
Then, a bright white sword light burst out from Lian Feng's chest and the long sword in his hand, shooting straight into the sky.
The tip of the sword is pointed upward, and the sword light reaches the sky, penetrating the mountainside and the sea of clouds.
Wang Xizhou looked at the scene in front of him, and for no reason he thought of a sentence he had seen in a book, and a statement he had heard.
Sword cultivator has practiced sword alone all his life, and his body is as straight as his sword spirit.
If a sword cultivator dies, his sword will be covered with linen and his long sword will serve as a monument. There is no need to be sad, no need to remember, just drink a glass of wine from a distance when you think of it. If you forget, then forget, sword cultivator does not ask for these empty things.
Lian Feng's current situation is basically holding a funeral for his natal sword. The light of the sword reaching the sky is made of hemp, and the natal sword itself is a tombstone and grave, and it is the natal sword itself that is buried!
Click!
Like a piece of porcelain falling to the ground and shattering, the ancient long sword burst out with the last trace of sword light and suddenly shattered into a sky full of stars.
The sword cultivator has no sword since then.
Wang Xizhou couldn't bear to look anymore, turned his head, waved the folding fan in his hand again, and threw out a white bolt to protect Lian Feng.
Guan Dahu and He Yan also took action to block Lian Feng's attack from the female shadow.
A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Lian Feng's mouth, and then he couldn't control it, and blood gurgled out of Lian Feng's mouth like a dam.
But Lian Feng didn't pay attention to the strange expression on his lips.
He looked calmly at the stars in the sky, as if looking at a gorgeous but irrelevant firework, without any emotion in his eyes.
Only the suddenly chaotic kendo aura on Lian Feng's body showed that Lian Feng's body was far less calm than he appeared on the surface.
Lian Feng took one last look at the starlight formed by his natal sword, then waved his hand, and the starlight flowed all over the sky, converging into a river of starlight, flowing slowly on Lian Feng's head.
The female figure seemed to feel the power of the Starlight River, smelling a hint of threat in it, and immediately threw out countless streaks of blood-colored satin, overwhelmingly hitting several people.
But even Feng's natal sword was broken because of this, how could he let the female shadow knead it at will again?
Lian Feng shouted, "Fang Dan!"
"good!"
Fang Dan also knew that victory or defeat depended on this move, so he bit the two fingers of his right hand open and countless blood beads rolled down. Then Fang Dan used his bitten fingers together as sword fingers to draw the blue vertical lines on his forehead.
The green vertical lines suddenly began to squirm like a living creature, and then slowly tore open on both sides, revealing the scene inside.
This time Fang Dan's eyes are not as open as the sky, but a veritable one!
The tearing of the blue vertical lines is the opening of the third eye on Fang Dan's forehead!
This eye was completely blue and devoid of any emotion, just like the clay statues of gods in the temple, indifferent but not angry or intimidating.
When the blue eyes opened, there was a billowing power that filled the air and instantly enveloped the woman's shadow.
The female shadow's cultivation suddenly dropped all the way.
Until...the second level of the Pimortal Realm!
There are three levels of transcendental realm, and after that there are two shackles: peak and perfection.
Fang Dan's green eyes opened, causing the woman's shadow to fall down two small realms again!
"That's enough!" Although Lian Feng's face was as pale as paper, he couldn't help but laugh out loud when he saw the woman's shadow being overwhelmed again.
Lian Feng pointed his sword, and the river of starlight above his head surged out, containing countless sword energy and tilting down towards the woman's shadow.
This is Lian Feng's all-out blow, and it is also a blow that abandons the road to the future!
Lian Feng smiled and cursed, "You beast, if you don't die now, you are really sorry for my sword!"
The female figure finally felt a trace of human panic and wanted to turn around and flee from here.
But Lian Feng did not hesitate to abandon the future path and self-destruct his natal sword. Fang Dan self-injured his foundation to open the third pupil, just to snipe the female shadow with this blow. How could he let it escape?
Above the head of the female shadow, there is the parchment and ring-shaped jade pendant that Wang Xizhou defeated the female shadow. At this time, it is exploding with all its power, blocking the sky here.
Guan Dahu dodged and blocked the woman's retreat.
He Yan fiddled with the silver plate in his hand, swept out several threads, and entangled the woman's shadow. Even if it was only for a few seconds, it was enough.
Fang Dan's natural strength overpowers the ghosts, making it move much slower, as if stuck in a quagmire.
Seeing that it was difficult to escape, the female figure decided not to escape. Countless blood-colored silk satins flew out, wrapped around herself, and formed a ball of blood-colored cloth to resist the wind's river of starlight.
boom!
A burst of bright and dazzling white light lit up, and the powerful impact lifted several seriously injured and weak people hundreds of meters away and fell heavily to the ground.
Wang Xizhou and He Yan were the least injured among the others, and they were the first to get up and help the other three.
But suddenly, a gust of wind came from behind, and it fell in front of several people in the blink of an eye.
Wang Xizhou took a closer look and couldn't help but be stunned.
"Why are you?"
