Do your best and obey destiny. I can only do so much. Lu Xiaotian sighed secretly, he would never give up easily. Even if there was only a very small part of the essence and blood left in the Bat King's magic wings, Lu Xiaotian would not sit still and wait for death, running away until he could no longer escape!
In the faint red light, Lu Xiaotian's figure flashed. In the blink of an eye, just after leaving the teleportation array, people were already several miles away.
However, just after Lu Xiaotian flew no more than ten miles away, he looked at the top of his head in horror. He saw a large amount of transparent sword energy gathering. Inside a huge ball of light, the giant sword that seemed to be floating in the sky seemed to be able to break through it. Due to the limitation of distance, Xu Tian's sword came from outside the sky.
In an instant, the giant sword had flown across an unknown distance and arrived in front of Lu Xiaotian. The free and easy sword intent has no murderous intent, but in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, it is more terrifying than anything else.
Under this ethereal giant sword, Lu Xiaotian narrowed his eyes and clenched his fists. There was no way forward and there was a strong enemy behind him. There is no way to escape this time no matter what. The Piaomiao sword embryo is indeed still there.
"Such a rich spiritual energy. I never thought that there is such a cave heaven and paradise here. It's a pity that I am a ghost tribe, otherwise it would be a good choice to open a cave here." Xuanmai Ghost King came out of the teleportation array, Jie Jie smiled strangely, "Boy, let me see where you can escape this time."
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly, he was going to die under the womb of Piaomiao Sword, but this Xuanmai Ghost King might not be able to get a good deal. Even if the Misty Sword Embryo hadn't appeared, he wouldn't have been able to escape far, and death would have just come a little earlier.
However, just when Lu Xiaotian was helpless against the misty sword embryo that was striking at him, the misty sword embryo, which was coming quickly but without the slightest pyrotechnic breath, actually stopped at this time.
Lu Xiaotian's eyes widened, he couldn't believe what he was seeing, and at the same time he didn't understand why the scene in front of him happened.
However, after a brief moment of misalignment, Lu Xiaotian felt ecstatic again. He did not expect that such a change would happen again. It was really unexpected. The misty flying sword in Dantian suddenly moved, as if it had some kind of resonance with the misty sword embryo outside.
Is it because he has also practiced the Piaomiao Sword Technique? Lu Xiaotian felt shocked, there should be no other possibility.
Lu Xiaotian was feeling confused when a scream came from behind him, it was from the Xuanmai Ghost King before.
Lu Xiaotian turned around and saw that from the teleportation array, not only the Black Nightmare Ghost King, but also the seven Nascent Soul cultivators from Wushang City appeared one after another.
These people are really evil-minded, Lu Xiaotian sneered.
The misty sword embryo flickered in the air at this time, then bypassed Lu Xiaotian, trembled in the air, but slashed towards the Xuanmai Ghost King who was closest to Lu Xiaotian.
"What the hell is this!" Xuan Nightmare Ghost King said in surprise. The clouds turned, and a big hand formed by the clouds was dragged out of the air, grabbing the misty sword embryo in the air.
The misty sword body was like cutting tofu, directly cutting the big hand formed by the clouds into two halves, and without much hindrance, it slashed towards the Black Nightmare Ghost King.
"Ki Yao!" Xuan Ye Ghost King screamed in pain as Yin Yun's big hand was cut off directly. Unexpectedly, he suffered a loss in one encounter. This was the first time he had encountered this situation since he entered the late stage of Ghost King. Locked by the transparent giant sword, the Black Nightmare Ghost King even felt that he could not escape.
The Black Nightmare Ghost King, filled with fright and anger, shouted loudly and launched his ultimate killing move again. The black ball rose from the rolling clouds.
The misty sword embryo moved lightly and cut down again. The Black Nightmare Ghost King shouted loudly, his green eyes filled with solemnity, and the black ball bloomed in the air with a beam of black light that was as black as ink and hit the misty sword body.
It's just that the misty sword embryo is like the purest thing in the world, and the black beam of light cannot contaminate it even half of it. Cut open like tofu.
More black beams shot out from the black ball, falling like rain. What made Xuan Nightmare Ghost King unbelievable was that the almost transparent and ethereal sword body seemed to be in an uninhabited land, even if it was illuminated by his own ghost light. , was not affected at all, it was still spotless, pure, and full of elegant beauty, but in the eyes of the Black Nightmare Ghost King, there was no appreciation for this kind of beauty.
In the blink of an eye, the Piaomiao Sword Fetus had passed through the shroud of Ghost Yao and pointed directly at the Black Nightmare Ghost King. Cutting lightly into the clouds.
The dark clouds that had not changed drastically before, and were as big as acres, were now like the waves of the angry sea, churning like never before.
Although Lu Xiaotian was curious, he couldn't see the specific situation inside.
Not a moment later, there was a scream from inside the dark cloud, and the dark cloud the size of an mother exploded with a bang. Lu Xiaotian was hit, and his body was lifted up like a broken leaf by the strong wind, and was swept away. Lu Xiaotian was vomiting blood after the impact.
The clouds dispersed, and a ghost with a black body, an inch-long growth on his forehead, and black horns on each side, with a face like a skeleton, covered his chest and fled in panic. There was a ball of black air under his feet. Without any trace of the previous arrogance and arrogance, he opened his mouth and swallowed the ghosts falling from the air into his belly. The speed was astonishing, but he escaped to the teleportation array again with some staggering.
At this time, Cheng Dehui's seven Nascent Soul cultivators came out of the teleportation array, and saw that the previously arrogant ghost tribe had fled. The sword mark on the ghost clan's chest was extremely ferocious.
Everyone still didn't understand what was going on. Not far away, inside the transparent light shield, was a giant sword. The agile sword body trembled slightly and split into eight, attacking the seven Nascent Soul monks and the escaping Xuan Ying. Kill the Nightmare King.
When Xuanmeng Ghost King saw these seven people, his green eyes were full of evil. These seven people came out of the teleportation array, but he turned around and ran away, just in time to bump into these seven Nascent Soul cultivators. The weird giant sword behind him was unprecedented among all the things he had seen in his memory. terrible.
Taking advantage of the newly teleported shock to the seven people, Xuanmeng Ghost King directly stretched out his hand to explore.
A fat middle-aged man in black was startled and hurriedly took out a bronze-yellow mace and struck it at the Black Nightmare Ghost King.
The Black Nightmare Ghost King sneered. If he couldn't deal with that weird giant sword, he couldn't possibly deal with the fat man in front of him who was only in the early stage of Nascent Soul. At this time, the distance between the two sides was very close, only a few feet. The Xuanmeng Ghost King opened his mouth wide, and the black tongue inside stretched out for about ten feet. He rolled it up and wrapped it around the ancient mace.
The fat man in black was shocked. Before he could make any reaction, a black shadow flashed in front of his eyes. The Black Nightmare Ghost King did not give him another chance to take action. He grabbed the fat man in black with his big hand and smashed the body of the misty sword. One of the clones.
When the fat man in black saw the transparent giant sword approaching his body, he was so frightened that he felt like he was dead. With a loud cry, he pushed his palm forward, and a small brown wooden shield grew from small to large in the palm of his hand, blocking it right in front of him. Front.
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