puff! The stout old man's body was directly knocked away by Di Kun. The bones in his body cracked and a large mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.
"Lao Wu, take Wu Lianhan and the others, let's go, let's go!" The thick old man covered in blood shouted desperately!
"Brother!" The only flying cavalry warrior in the late stage of foundation building who was still able to move yelled angrily. In his sight, Di Kun had already swooped up again and slapped the stout old man on the chest with his claws.
The chest of the stout old man suddenly collapsed, and his body was like a broken bag, falling feebly in the violent force of the air.
"Ulihan, wake up!" The only late-stage flying warrior didn't have time to hurt himself and looked at the other tribesmen.
A golden sword energy with a bit of agility and ruthlessness slid through the air in a moving arc.
Four people, four eagles, were cut into two pieces by this knife without any resistance.
"Let's go!" The remaining two flying warriors who were far away from Lu Xiaotian seemed to be waking up from a dream, but most of their companions were already bleeding in the sky. Even the strongest team leader died in battle. After the endless anger, there was boundless fear. Within a few breaths, only three of the eight people who were intact just now were left, like frightened birds.
Hearing Wu Gu's cry, the three of them didn't hesitate, controlled the spirit eagle sitting down, turned around and ran away.
Wu Gu, who was in the late stage of foundation building, covered his injured chest and looked back sadly, full of hatred. The tribe had suffered such a great loss. No matter what, this blood feud must be avenged!
Lu Xiaotian looked at the three flying warriors leaving, and his heart wrinkled slightly. Unfortunately, his Ice Soul Xuanyin had a certain range restriction and could not attack without limit. If he had made up his mind to catch up, he might have been able to catch one or even two of them and kill them. However, these people were cornered. If they escaped separately, one of them would escape. In fact, for him, there is not much difference between escaping one person and escaping three. Besides, there are three foreign monks behind him.
"Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun, hasn't it been extinct in the world of immortality a long time ago!" The back knife of the Han Dynasty, known as the Broken Knife, lives up to its name. Especially when seeing Emperor Kun appear in such a shocking way, he immediately killed him. There was a sixth-level spiritual bird, and the stout old man himself was able to cover up the attacks of Danyuan Fire and Thunder Arrows. The speed was so fast that even the monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe could only sigh in disbelief.
Just now, Lu Xiaotian retreated violently with the sword of the young man wearing a machete. In an instant, he killed four of the remaining eight flying knights. The remaining three fled in panic like frightened birds. Feitian Silver Corpse Emperor Kun also solved one. Although many people and spirit eagles died, the entire battle only took place in the blink of an eye.
After Di Kun killed the stout old man, he pounced directly on the young man wearing a scimitar and wearing a gorgeous suit.
However, the young man in fine attire danced with a black scimitar in an airtight manner. Qiang Qiang collided with Di Kun several times. When he saw Di Kun repeating his old trick and spitting out a ball of gray-white light, he looked frightened and hurriedly turned around. He flashed and narrowly avoided it.
The black knife in his hand collided with Di Kun's hard claws frequently. Every time the knife was struck, it was like a red sunrise. The sword was powerful and powerful, and its momentum was continuous. But Di Kun only used his two claws to grab it like lightning, and he smashed the blazing fire like the red sun into pieces. One man and one beast were beaten until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
The young man wearing a scimitar and wearing a gorgeous uniform was even more frightened. He was proud of the Fire Demon Demon Sword and the Nine Sunrise Movements. Although he had only practiced the third posture, he had defeated all the invincible Foundation Establishment monks in his sect. Unexpectedly, he had used all his skills. After all, he couldn't take down the sixth-level monster in front of him. In fact, Di Kun also made the young man in gorgeous clothes with a scimitar in front of him very angry. The young man in beautiful clothes in front of him actually blocked its lustful power with just a knife. Every time it attacked, it was forced by the opponent's sharp sword skills. After retreating, even its soul attack was avoided by the opponent's mysterious footwork. If he continues to control that gray-white light ball, he will definitely not be able to fight the opponent like he is now.
After all, Di Kun belongs to the Flying Silver Corpse clan, and his body is the best weapon. He is very capable of fighting, and his silver-gray figure shuttles through the air from time to time, fighting inextricably with the young man wearing a scimitar and wearing a gorgeous suit.
A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He didn't expect this young man in fine clothes with a scimitar to be so vigorous. It seems that the world of immortality is so big that there are many capable people. At the beginning, he relied on the sixth-level peak physical cultivation, coupled with the cultivation level in the middle stage of foundation building, to fight Di Kun in close combat. Although the fight was fierce, he still couldn't parry all Di Kun's attacks. After a while, he Hui was hit by Di Kun once. With his extremely strong physique and fire dragon scale armor, he was able to survive Di Kun's ferocious attack. Even so, he was hit several times by Di Kun.
Later, he was able to severely injure Di Kun only through trickery. Moreover, the battle broke out on the ground, and the explosive power of his physical training was fully displayed. If it were in the air, with the speed that Di Kun broke out at this time, and Lu Xiaotian's condition at the time, it would definitely be even more miserable.
With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, he could naturally tell that this young man in a scimitar-clad costume was not a physical practitioner. His cultivation level was higher than him, having reached the eighth level of foundation building. His magic power was not much more refined than his, but his sword skills were extremely sharp. Relying on the combination of the sharp sword skills in his hands and the matching footwork, the combat effectiveness he exerts is amazing. He even blocked Di Kun in the air. Di Kun's gray-white ball of light is perfect for sneak attacks. Those who are hit by it will inevitably die. However, when used from the front, it is difficult to be effective with the strength of a young man wearing a scimitar. However, Di Kun's strength is not just as simple as being physically strong, his endurance is even more astonishing.
Although the swordsmanship of the young man in fine clothes and scimitar in front of him was stunning and unparalleled, such a powerful swordsmanship consumes an astonishing amount of mana. If it were consumed at this rate, it would definitely not be enough for Di Kun. A trace of pity flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face. It was a pity that Di Kun's ice blue flame was accidentally knocked down by the little fire crow and was broken. Otherwise, the sum of them would not be enough for Di Kun alone.
This young man with a scimitar and a gorgeous uniform was the only one he had ever seen in his life among the foundation-building monks. No wonder the three of them dared to catch up with him, and he was not afraid of the twenty-odd monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around. Kill them. Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his previous approach, the strength of the sixth level of foundation building and the sixth level of physical training combined in close combat, he would probably not be able to defeat this young man wearing a scimitar and a gorgeous suit. Of course, if his second soul controls the puppet to participate in the battle, the result will naturally be different. However, they each took different paths. The young man in the scimitar costume was extremely talented and had such attainments in swordsmanship. It is estimated that he had been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for at least several decades. In addition to daily practice, he probably practiced this set of sword techniques. Even so, he can still reach the eighth level of foundation building.
