After flying with the sword for a while, Shi Chishang noticed that Wang Xialin's face was gloomy and uncertain, and asked in confusion: "What's wrong with you?"
"Are you unresponsive?" Wang Xialin covered his chest, took several deep breaths, and frowned, "I haven't felt the earth shaking in more than three years, and it's still as irritating as ever."
Only then did Shi Chishang suddenly realize that there is Tianfu in the human world who suppresses cultivators, but they have lived in the human world since childhood and have not experienced it deeply. Wang Xialin has been in the ghost world for three years and has never been in contact with Tianfu. Suddenly he came back and suddenly Being suppressed is like altitude sickness, and you are naturally extremely uncomfortable.
On the contrary, Shi Chishang had not long gone to the ghost world. In addition, he had the Soul Dao and was extremely adaptable, so it was just a little discomfort, far less severe than Wang Xialin's reaction.
After thinking about it, Shi Chishang gave up the idea of using the Soul Dao to relieve the other party's pressure. The Soul Dao was so important that he could never reveal it to anyone except Yu Lewei and a few others.
The two of them were flying deep in the clouds with their swords, when suddenly several thoughts swept over them from a distance, full of strong hostility, causing Shi Chishang and Wang Xialin to subconsciously slow down their sword speed and look forward attentively.
"Chinese?"
Accompanied by a suspicious voice, an old white man holding a magic wand appeared out of thin air a few hundred meters in front of them. Although he was the only one who appeared, Shi Chishang still keenly felt that there were still dozens of auras. Hidden in the clouds in the distance.
Looking at Wang Xialin, Shi Chishang nodded and said, "Yes."
This old white man obviously knew Chinese, and the question he just asked was also in Chinese. When he heard Shi Chishang's answer, the old man frowned, and the wrinkles on his forehead became more and more wrinkled: "We, the Strijberg Cult, are in front. There is something important and this place is not accessible, please take a detour!"
Although the Strijberg Cult is not as powerful as the Frost Temple, it is not weak in strength. It is roughly distributed in southeastern Russia and northeastern Outer Mongolia. They believe in Strijberg, the "god of wind, atmosphere and sky" in Eastern European mythology. Most of the fighting spirit and magic practiced are wind and water elements.
However, Shi Chishang and Wang Xialin didn't know about this divine sect. They didn't even know what other forces there were in Eastern Europe besides the Frost Temple.
Wang Xialin glanced behind the old man and immediately noticed that the people hiding around were murderous. He spat and said to Shi Chishang, "If we don't want to cause trouble, let's take a detour."
Shi Chishang nodded, glanced at the old man, and flew to the left with Wang Xialin.
Seeing that they were about to take a detour, the old man breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't expect that Shi Chishang and Wang Xialin had just flown away a few hundred meters. Wang Xialin suddenly laughed sweetly, and the cold shadow sword under his feet turned into an afterimage, carrying her straight towards the place. Behind the Caucasian old man.
Shi Chishang seemed not to have expected that Wang Xialin would suddenly rush inside. After a moment's delay, he shook his head with a wry smile, and Yu Jian followed closely behind and rushed inside.
"Stop them!"
The white old man shouted angrily when he saw this, and several angry scoldings were heard from the sea of clouds. The abundant wind element in the sea of clouds surged, and under the urging of more than a dozen thoughts, it turned into sharp wind blades and slashed at the two men. people.
Although Shi Chishang started from behind, he caught up with Wang Xialin in an instant and said helplessly: "What are you going to do?"
"Look what they are doing in there!" Wang Xialin's soft voice was accompanied by a smile, as clear and sweet as the sound of silver bells. Even though Shi Chishang was helpless, most of his depression was dispelled by the laughter.
Glancing at the densely packed wind blades coming at him, Shi Chishang didn't draw his sword. He just raised his sword soul thought and picked up countless water droplets around him. In an instant, he turned into dense water swords and rushed out, colliding with the thousands of wind blades. Together, they all shattered.
Unexpectedly, Shi Chi Shang had such a method. Those who were hiding in the sea of clouds in the Strijberg Divine Sect were all suffocated. But the next moment, they heard waves of obscure spells sounding from a distance, and Shi Chi Shang was also stunned. Turning around, with just a glance of thought, I saw the old white man just now holding up his magic wand, as if he was about to activate some magic.
Since he was already an enemy, Shi Chi Shang did not hold back, and flicked his finger at the old man. The energy that had escaped after the shattered wind blades and water swords were instantly gathered at his fingertips, and condensed into a sword spirit that he shot out in the air. .
As soon as the sword came out, the soul thoughts also swept up like an angry tide. It was vast and boundless, like the manifestation of the Milky Way, silent and distant, as if the beginning of time had descended, and instantly suppressed all the monks of the Strijberg cult in the sea of clouds.
The white old man was at the peak of the tenth level, at the same level as Wang Xialin, so he could still maintain his activities under Shi Chishang's kendo soul. He was seen chanting a spell, pointing the magic wand in his hand from a distance, and he was able to move from kendo to life. Under the suppression of the soul thought, all the wind elements around him were drawn out and turned into a huge storm blade.
"Storm Blade, cut!"
As the old man shouted angrily, the storm blade immediately slashed out. Even though it was still hundreds of meters away, Shi Chishang could still feel the power of several Taoisms in it, cutting, crushing, destroying, and peeling away. , speed increase, etc., making the wind blade, which is a basic magic, enough to kill a cultivator at the early stage of the tenth level.
Seeing the huge power of the wind blade, Shi Chi Shang did not dare to raise it. The Frost-breaking Sword floated into his hand. When he held the hilt, the long sword that looked like an ordinary iron sword immediately rose up with a force as vast as the underworld. The aura blended with his sword spirit, making the pressure even stronger.
Clang! A clanging sound like a wave resounded throughout the world. Shi Chi Shang held a sword in his hand, and his temperament suddenly changed drastically. The free and easy aura after the enlightenment of his mind was reduced by a few points, and was replaced by the strong and calm spirit that dominates the world.
Among the various types of magic in the West, the wind type is undoubtedly the fastest. Shi Chishang had just grasped the hilt of the sword, and the storm blade had already cut half a meter in front of him.
At the critical moment, Shi Chi Shang didn't show any signs of shock. He saw two lights, one black and one white, light up out of thin air behind him. In an instant, his figure flashed and disappeared from the spot the moment before the storm blade struck down.
The storm blade missed, and the white old man couldn't help showing a bit of shock in his eyes. He had been immersed in wind magic for decades and had already become a master of nature. It would be easy to say that Shi Chishang broke his own storm blade in a head-on collision, but unexpectedly in It was shocking to have dodged his own attack for a moment.
It's just that the old man has been practicing for nearly a hundred years and has rich combat experience. He only calmed down after being shocked for a moment. His mental power spread like a tide to the surroundings. Within a few seconds, he had already discovered the traces of Shi Chishang. He snorted coldly and waved his magic again. Staff, this time he did not recite the incantation, but used the instant technique to directly condense hundreds of wind whips, sweeping towards Shi Chi Shang like a blanket of heaven and earth.
Shi Chishang was originally using Taixu's method to hide himself, hoping to get close and win with close combat, but he didn't expect that the old man's mental power was so terrifying that he would discover his trace so quickly.
Seeing the wind whip coming from the sky, Shi Chishang immediately revealed his figure, swung out his sword, and the wings of shadow and light behind him surged at the same time, wildly sucking in all the energy around him. For a moment, whether it was wind, fire or water, everything All the energy existing in the sea of clouds was forcibly swallowed by both wings, transformed by the soul path, and then integrated into the sword.
It was said that it was too late, but it was so fast that the whip of wind in the sky struck down. Shi Chishang flapped his wings and soared into the sky against the whip of wind in the sky. His sword was condensed, powerful and majestic, like a mountain rising from the ground. He stood up and blocked out all the countless wind whips.
Mountain Kendo! When Shi Chishang took action, it turned out that it was not the swordsmanship such as killing and Taixu that he had learned in the past, but the mountain swordsmanship he had obtained from the River Styx.
The most suitable place for mountain swordsmanship is undoubtedly the ground, but Shichi Shang has the blessing of the soul path, which is not affected by the suspension at all. The soul outlines the mountains, and the sword spirit fills them, and it rushes straight towards the white old man as if he is really pushing a mountain.
Seeing this scene, the white old man's eyes widened, his old face full of ferociousness, and the spiritual power he had cultivated over the past hundred years surged, pulling endless wind elements to gather in front of him, turning into a cutting, A golden air sword blessed by nine principles such as crushing, rotating, and expelling.
"Earth-shattering sword!"
The roar in his throat was like the roar of a wild beast. The white hair on the old man's head was shattered. He controlled the golden air sword with his mental power and slashed it out.
With a bang, the moment the golden air sword struck the pale mountain, a huge explosion dispersed all the sea of clouds with a radius of several thousand meters. The aftermath of the two attacks was also splashing and impacting. Wang Xialin and Strijberg Others in the cult had to retreat one after another to avoid the impact of the aftermath.
But in the midst of this explosion, Shi Chishang retracted his wings and charged forward like an eagle. His yin-yang wings were sublimated through the soul path, becoming faster and faster, and integrated into the Taixu method, completely unaffected. The impact of those blast waves.
Just when Chi Shang was about to rush in front of the white old man, the old man roared angrily, and at some point, several scrolls floating around him suddenly burned, and then a light shield appeared in front of him, and several more weapons appeared. The sword appeared out of thin air and slashed towards Shi Chi Shang.
Those sharp swords were all made of the wind element, and the person who made these magic scrolls was obviously not the white old man, because the Tao contained in the swords was not the kind that the old man mastered.
Tear! pierce! Sharp! locking! firm! Growth!
With the blessing of several top Taoist principles, those sharp swords could probably cut off even the bodies of emperor-level warriors. Shi Chishang did not dare to use his body to block them, so he simply flapped his wings, trying to avoid the sharp swords. Caucasian old man.
It's just that although the white old man is old and has weak melee combat ability, as a warlock, his mental power is even stronger than Shi Chi Shang's. Even though Shi Chi Shang has excellent escape skills, he still firmly locks his aura. , controlled several sharp swords and kept chasing behind Shi Chishang.
For a moment, there was an endless sound of clanking, clanging, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanging, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking, clanking and clanking sounds. Entities, even with the sharpness of the Frost-breaking Sword, could not stop cutting them in a short time.
However, to outsiders, this scene showed that the white old man was showing off his might, and Shi Chishang was so embarrassed that he had no choice but to flee hastily. Suddenly, the people of the Strijberg Cult were all cheering and full of joy. Face color.
