"Ignorant child, when you were on Zhanyue Platform, you were just a foundation-building monk. You had been a humble turtle for more than a hundred years. You thought you were invincible when you reached the golden elixir stage. If you have the guts, come down below. Don't hide on the boat. I can destroy Wei Litian of your Lingxiao Palace, and so can I."
At this time, Ye Guangxun, the head of the Yellow Wind Sect, held a pair of golden scissors, flew into the air, and shouted loudly to Lu Xiaotian, but before he could finish speaking, a monstrous sword intent fell from the sky, and above his head, countless swords The energy gathered and turned into a transparent giant sword several feet tall. The huge pressure made him speechless.
Ye Guangxun looked horrified. He was also a late-stage Jindan cultivator, but the silver-haired boy's magic power was a bit too pure and powerful. The transparent giant sword was still above his head, but the murderous intent coming from the sword's edge had already made his body feel cold.
Not wanting to talk anymore, Ye Guangxun looked cautious, and the golden scissors in his hand expanded a hundred times, turning into a giant scissors and cutting into the air.
Clang! The golden scissors stagnated in the air and suddenly fell, unable to block the blow of the giant sword.
"Yuan Min, you are responsible for commanding these five warships. I will go down and behead some of them to pay homage to the heroic spirit of Palace Master Wei!"
Lu Xiaotian flew out from the flying warship and stepped into the void. What seemed like a few steps, turned out to be hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.
"Arrogant, you boy will die!" Suddenly, a starlight swayed beside Lu Xiaotian like a wave of water.
Lei Wantian was shocked, Xingyue Demon Sect's Xingyue Qimen Escape Technique! It was so miraculous that it was displayed by Cao Liankun, the deputy sect leader of the Xingyue Demon Sect, but few of the Jindan monks present noticed it. At this time, the Golden Core cultivators of the Zhanyue Alliance still had a great advantage, and it was easy to take out a few people to deal with Lu Xiaotian.
And Lu Xiaotian uttered wild words that the captured warships included members of the Xingyue Demon Sect and the Huangfeng Sect. Naturally, the masters of the two sects couldn't sit still.
This is a battlefield, not a time for one-on-one duels. Moreover, the power of the transparent giant sword is far greater than that of ordinary late-stage Jindan monks. Ye Guangxun, the leader of the Yellow Wind Sect, is no match. Taking advantage of Lu Xiaotian's sign of facing the enemy, Cao Liankun used the Xingyue Qimen Escape Technique. In an instant, he was within three feet of Lu Xiaotian, and a pointed phoenix pattern in his hand stabbed Lu Xiaotian's temple.
"Whoever I want to die, you can't stop it." Lu Xiaotian's face was dull. Without even glancing at him, he slapped his right palm to the side. Suddenly, a strange and wild aura rose up from Lu Xiaotian's body, and a tiger The roar roared out.
Lu Xiaotian slapped his palm directly on the thorn with the pointed phoenix pattern. Silver light flowed in the palm of his hand, and the thorn with the pointed phoenix pattern did not advance even an inch.
"No!" Cao Liankun screamed in his heart, feeling an overwhelming force coming from the sharp-conical phoenix pattern thorn in his hand, and he could hardly control it.
The reason why Cao Liankun escaped to such a close distance was to take advantage of the duel between Lu Xiaotian and Ye Guangxun to catch Lu Xiaotian off guard and make the other party unable to escape. However, he did not know that Lu Xiaotian was actually an extremely powerful physical practitioner. At close range, it would be difficult to attack and kill Lu Xiaotian.
When the silver-armored woman in the distance who was still fighting with Luo Qing saw Ye Guangxun appearing at such a close distance from Lu Xiaotian, she knew that the matter was no longer in suspense. It was she, the god of death known as the silver-faced Rakshasa, who knew Lu Xiaotian's It was so powerful that without the help of Thunder Stepping Pegasus, she would never dare to approach Lu Xiaotian. Although Cao Liankun, the deputy sect leader of Xingyue Demon Sect, is quite powerful, he has been in the late stage of Jindan for many years, but he is still a little inferior to the woman in silver armor.
At this time, it was too late to remind Cao Liankun. The silver-armored woman frowned. She was well aware of the terrifying strength of this silver-haired young man, so she relied on the impact of the Thunder-Stepping Pegasus, coupled with her own magic power and combat power. The improvement was more than doubled, but he couldn't get any advantage in front of this silver-haired young man, and he couldn't even break the opponent's defense.
In the battle at Wangyue Mountains, the woman in silver armor only thought that Lu Xiaotian was an individual cultivator. At the moment, it seemed that the other party was only accomplished in swordsmanship. Maybe his swordsmanship might not be as good as his, but even she was ashamed of his strong magical power. For example, a casual sword is even more powerful. How could there be such a powerful Jindan monk in this world!
Lu Xiaotian's own strength was extremely domineering, and after using the Soul Swallowing Technique, his strength doubled again. Cao Liankun only thought that he had succeeded in the sneak attack, but he unexpectedly struck the opponent with a palm without dodge.
The pointed phoenix thorn whined, and Cao Liankun felt that his breathing was stagnant. The opponent's hand did not stop, and when Cao Liankun was unprepared, he slapped Cao Liankun's chest with another palm from a few feet away.
With a loud bang, a bloody hole exploded in Lian Kun's chest, and a transparent palm print appeared from his chest to his back. This palm actually directly smashed his heart.
Not to mention a golden elixir cultivator, he is also an ancestor of Nascent Soul. If he does not have a unique method to transfer the heart in addition, or if he is a ghost cultivator and does not use the physical body as the foundation, there is no reason for ordinary cultivators to be spared from this severe injury.
Cao Liankun's body fell towards the ground like a kite with broken strings. As for the spirit that flew away, Lu Xiaotian was too lazy to care about it at this time.
"Zhiyong, help me!" Ye Guangxun, who was still shouting just now, used his remaining strength to fight with the giant sword in the air twice. The opponent's strong magic power shocked his soul and almost left his body, and he had to fight for his life. Blocking these few shots, and in this situation, the opponent was strolling around, as if nothing happened, and killed Cao Liankun, who was about to succeed in the sneak attack, with one face to face.
Cao Liankun's strength was not inferior to him. At this time, Ye Guangxun looked at the deputy sect leader Long Zhiyong and shouted for help. Cao Liankun died too quickly, which made him scared. At this time, he didn't have half of the courage he had before.
"No one can save you except the ancestor of Nascent Soul, you will die!" Lu Xiaotian shouted softly, and the transparent giant sword suddenly scattered, hitting Ye Guangxun with a violent wind and rain.
Ye Guangxun quickly opened his mouth and spat out, and a starlight shone and lingered around.
"Master, don't be alarmed, someone is here to help you!" Long Zhiyong and another nearby old woman from the same sect came in unison. He had to use his alchemy weapon to intercept the violent rain of swords. Not only did a giant arrow turn into a fire dragon, it roared towards him. Before anyone arrived, the arrow had already arrived, and the breath of the fire dragon swallowed up the heaven and earth. The boundless murderous intention was pointed directly at the center of his eyebrows.
Long Zhiyong's body strike was like fire, and he couldn't care about Ye Guangxun. He joined hands with the old woman beside him, each took out his magic weapon and slashed forward with all his strength. The fire dragon raged, and Long Zhiyong and the old woman's faces turned red. Blushing, even if the two of them joined forces, they could only block the arrow.
On the other side, the starlight on Ye Guangxun's body gradually became thinner, and the countless sword rain merged into one again, turning into a giant sword and slashing down from Ye Guangxun's head. With a chirping sound, blood from his brain poured into the air, and Ye Guangxun's body was cut in half. He became the second Jindan monk to die in the hands of Lu Xiaotian after Cao Liankun.
Long Zhiyong and the old woman were still resisting the remaining power of the fire dragon arrows, when the sword intent came from behind. Their waists felt cold. When they looked down, they saw that their waists had fallen several feet away from their bodies.
