The Yuanying cultivator was very fast. In just a few breaths, he arrived not far from Lu Yi from the edge of the sky.
A group of Nascent Soul cultivators stopped, glanced at Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu who were fighting, and then turned to look at Lu Yi.
"You didn't take the opportunity to escape? You really don't want to live or die." A muscular man sneered.
The other Nascent Soul cultivators moved slowly, consciously surrounding Lu Yi and preventing him from escaping.
Another beautiful woman also had a sneer on her face and looked at Lu Yi coldly: "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong sect. Otherwise, with your talent, you would be a different person."
Lu Yi's expression was calm and he chuckled: "Seniors, don't you think you've got me?"
As soon as Lu Yi's words came out, everyone was stunned, and then they all laughed.
"Hahaha, what? You don't think you can escape from us, do you?"
"It's so interesting. Maybe you are a genius. If we don't have enough manpower, you might really get away. Unfortunately, there are thirteen of us!"
"No matter how talented you are, you are only at the Golden Core level. Facing thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators, you still want to run away?!"
They sneered, their spiritual energy flowing around them, their energy locked on Lu Yi, not giving Lu Yi a chance.
As long as Lu Yi makes any change, they will definitely be greeted by their thunderous attack.
Lu Yi chuckled: "Several seniors misunderstood. I never thought about running away. What I meant was... I will kill you."
As he spoke, a blazing stream of light appeared on the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand. The high temperature turned into air waves and spread in all directions. What followed was the sword intent rising into the sky.
He took a step forward and slashed out his long sword towards the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him.
Clang!
The immortal sword energy contains extremely powerful sword intent, and the sword intent is like a biting cold wind, blowing through all the Nascent Soul cultivators.
The Xuanyang Sword was slashed out, entwined with terrifying thunder, and high enough to vaporize gold and iron, turning into a hundred-meter-long red sword light that streaked across the sky.
The sword light illuminated the faces of all the Nascent Soul cultivators. The smiles on their faces froze and their whole bodies became cold.
Especially the Nascent Soul cultivator who was locked by the sword energy.
He was a middle-aged black-haired man with an ordinary build and appearance, and his cultivation level was at the sixth level of Nascent Soul.
His expression changed drastically, he roared angrily, and a dark shield appeared in his hand.
The shield enlarged, becoming more than ten square meters in size, with a golden and iron-like black light flashing on it.
The sword energy hit the shield.
boom!
Under the roar, the shield was instantly cut in half, and the sword continued to slash at the middle-aged man with unstoppable momentum.
He roared, his spiritual energy circulated, and he retreated continuously, constantly launching terrifying and powerful attacks, which landed heavily on the sword energy, but it was also unable to stop the sword energy.
The sword energy instantly engulfed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man didn't even scream and turned into a ball of charcoal.
As the sword light swept across, the coke shattered, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the air.
The hairs all over the bodies of many Nascent Soul cultivators stood on end. They were under the heat wave, but their whole bodies were cold.
They quickly dispersed and stared at Lu Yi with a look of horror on their faces.
"What kind of sword intent is this?! How can it be so strong??"
"He actually killed Lin Yi with one sword. Lin Yi is not a weak hand!"
"Wait a minute, look at the sword in his hand!"
An old man with long gray hair stared at the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand with wide eyes.
Hearing this, others noticed the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.
Suddenly, everyone's breath froze, showing a hint of greed.
"A middle-grade treasure! It's actually a middle-grade treasure!"
"No wonder this boy's sword energy is so strong! It turns out he is holding a middle-grade treasure weapon!"
Seeing the greed of many Yuanying monks, Lu Yi just smiled and raised the long sword in his hand: "Come up and get it if you have the ability."
Hearing this, many Yuanying monks looked at each other, and then an old woman at the peak of Yuanying shouted: "Kill!"
The spiritual energy around her body circulated, and she spat out a streak of blood, which streaked across the top of a mountain peak. The peak melted silently and turned into dust.
Seeing this, other monks also used their own methods to attack Lu Yi.
Some people slashed at Lu Yi with their swords like light, some people used a huge furnace and shrouded Lu Yi, some people used magic formulas to condense a terrifying storm, and so on.
As a Nascent Soul cultivator, no one is weak, and no one is a real fool.
If you don't have enough talent, you won't be able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.
Their spells are very powerful, and every attack is enough to easily destroy a mountain or a village.
Lu Yi, who was in the midst of these attacks, felt a terrifying surge of spiritual energy, but his expression did not change at all.
The next moment, Lu Yi's body turned into sword light, he used Sword Yuan Escape, and disappeared instantly.
He came behind the monk with the weakest cultivation level, the third level of Nascent Soul.
It was a dark-haired woman with a hot figure and beautiful appearance, wearing a blue dress.
Lu Yi cut down the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, and the terrifying sword energy condensed again, swallowing the black-haired woman in an instant. She didn't even react.
The black-haired woman's cultivation level was not as good as that of Ji Yi, who was at the sixth level of Nascent Soul before. When she was swallowed, she had turned into fly ash and completely dissipated.
"Wang Qin!
"A middle-aged man at the eighth level of Nascent Soul next to him changed his face, roared, and stared at Lu Yi with an angry face.
He shouted and fired magic weapons one after another towards Lu Yi.
However, before these magic weapons could touch Lu Yi, Lu Yi disappeared again, came behind a monk on the fifth level of Nascent Soul, and devoured him with a sword.
The faces of the monks changed continuously. All this happened so fast that they could not even react.
The beautiful woman at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted: "This little beast is extremely fast! Get together and don't give him a chance!"
Hearing this, the remaining nine Nascent Soul cultivators gathered together and watched Lu Yi warily.
The nine Nascent Soul cultivators looked at a Golden Core cultivator with vigilance. If he told him, no one would believe him.
Seeing this, Lu Yi couldn't help laughing. He held Xuanyang Sword and stood in front of several people. He chuckled and said, "Aren't you here to chase me? That's it? How can you kill me?"
The faces of several Nascent Soul cultivators changed continuously, with expressions of shame and anger.
The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, who was already an ancestor-level figure in a small sect, was actually forced into collective defense by a Golden Core cultivator, which made them lose face.
"You little beast! Don't be proud!"
The old woman shouted angrily, then opened her hand and threw out a red net.
This net was good at catching the wind, and soon turned into a sky-covering net, covering Lu Yi.
A Nascent Soul cultivator next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed: "Is this the Heavenly Snare of the Blood Spirit Sect?!"
The old woman sneered and said: "How is that possible? The Heavenly Net is the clan-suppressing magic weapon of my Blood Spirit Sect. It is a top-grade treasure. This is an imitation of the Heavenly Net. Even so, it is close to a low-grade treasure! Under the transformation of God, No one can hide from it! Even his attacks can’t break it!"
Hearing this, many Nascent Soul cultivators' eyes flashed, they looked at Lu Yi and laughed heartily.
"Okay, okay! Let this little beast be proud!"
"Isn't he very fast? Even if it is an imitation, how can he escape from the dragnet?"
Lu Yi also found that this magic weapon was a bit strange at this moment.
Just like the blood jade of the Blood Spirit Sect before, it blocks a space when it takes action, greatly reducing his dodge range. As the sky net shrinks, he will be trapped.
But...that's just for ordinary people.
A ray of sword light flashed in Lu Yi's eyes, and the sword intent around him suddenly surged, almost forming golden sword shadows in front of him.
Xuanyang Sword buzzed under Lu Yi's sword intent. Lu Yi took one step forward and struck out with the sword.
The golden red sword light rose into the sky with thunderous light, like fire falling from the sky, trying to burn everything.
The sword light struck the crimson sky net. The sky net flashed with red light. It tried to resist the sword light, but it was broken by the sword light in an instant. The sword light tore the sky net open and chopped it into two pieces. .
"What?!" The old woman's face changed and she became a little pale.
She used her heart and blood to refine this imitation of the heavenly snare. Now that the magic weapon was broken, she also suffered the backlash.
The other Nascent Soul cultivators were also unspeakably shocked.
"How is this possible?! Even if you are holding a middle-grade treasure, you are not strong enough to destroy such a magic weapon!"
"His sword energy is even more terrifying than before. This level of sword energy is probably more powerful than the average Nascent Soul Peak."
Even those monks at the peak of Nascent Soul looked extremely ugly at this moment, and the situation was more difficult than they imagined.
After cutting open the heavenly snare, Lu Yi's sword intent soared into the sky, his black hair danced wildly, and his terrifying aura was like a god or a demon. He used Sword Yuan Escape and disappeared again.
"careful!
"An old man at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted lowly, and shot out a long sword from his hand, slashing into the air in front of the old woman.
At this time, Lu Yi suddenly appeared at that location, his long sword already close to his chest.
Everyone was happy.
But as soon as the corners of their mouths raised, they froze.
Lu Yi's expressionless face was seen as he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword directly. The collision made a clanging sound, like gold and iron.
Lu Yi had thunder patterns condensed all over his body, and mysterious thunder patterns condensed between his eyebrows. His skin was like gold and jade, with mysterious Dao patterns faintly emerging.
When his physical body broke through to the golden elixir realm, it was already able to withstand the destructive power of the Nascent Soul. Now, after so much time, it is naturally stronger.
"How is it possible?! Lao Yuan's ruthless sword can kill the peak of Yuanying, how could he be caught by this little beast with his bare hands?!"
"What kind of monster is this?! The physical body is comparable to the peak of Nascent Soul??"
Everyone couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.
Lu Yi turned his head, looked at the old man, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn later."
As he spoke, Lu Yi squeezed his hand, and the long sword, a top-quality magical weapon, shattered inch by inch.
The faces of all the Nascent Soul cultivators turned pale, and their bodies were far less hard than the best magic weapons.
"Attack him together! I don't believe in his immortality!"
A strong man shouted and attacked first.
Other monks also attacked Lu Yi one after another.
Lu Yi's body turned into sword light again and disappeared.
Originally, several Yuanying monks formed a circle to prevent Lu Yi from killing him at a terrifying speed.
But once they all attacked Lu Yi, of course their flaws were revealed again.
Lu Yi's body appeared behind many Nascent Soul cultivators, and the Xuanyang Sword slashed them down one after another. The terrifying sword energy swept across the sky, attacking all the Nascent Soul cultivators indiscriminately.
Lu Yi was in a good mood. These guys were originally standing far away and Lu Yi could only kill them one by one. Now that they are standing together, it is more convenient for him.
The terrifying golden-red sword energy was unstoppable, turning everything in its path into ashes.
The mountains below were slashed by Lu Yi a few times and turned directly into criss-crossing valleys.
When the sword light dissipated, there were only three monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, one was the old man, one was the beautiful woman, and the other was a tall and strong man.
There was originally an old woman who was at the peak of Nascent Soul, but unfortunately she couldn't avoid Lu Yi's sword and was killed on the spot.
The three monks at the peak of Nascent Soul looked at Lu Yi with shock on their faces. Lu Yi had thunder marks on his body, and thunder was flowing. The surging power of blood and spiritual energy was wrapped around his body. His black hair was dancing wildly, and his breath was terrifying. Incomparable people.
tomato
With just the cultivation of Jindan, even the peak Nascent Soul monks were wiped out in ashes, and the three of them seemed to see a young immortal king.
Lu Yi's whole body was flashing with lightning, and he looked at the three of them calmly.
It's been a long time since Lu Yi made such a reckless move. After all, every time Lu Yi made a move before, it was just a sparring match, and Yun Xi and the others couldn't use any strength to hit him.
Now that he was taking action like this, Lu Yi realized that his strength had reached such a level.
He stepped out, turned into sword light, and rushed towards the three Nascent Soul cultivators who were still alive.
"run!
"
Seeing Lu Yi rushing towards them, the expressions of the three of them changed drastically and they ran away in three directions.
However, how fast is Lu Yi?
He turned in an instant and caught up with the old man. A red sword light streaked across the sky. The old man roared repeatedly and his spiritual energy was violent. He was unable to resist it. He was swallowed up by the sword light and turned into flying ashes.
Lu Yi didn't even take a second glance, and instantly turned into an afterimage, chasing after the beautiful woman.
When the beautiful woman saw Lu Yi, her face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth and shouted: "Spare..."
Before she could finish her words, she was engulfed by sword light.
Like an emotionless killer, Lu Yi rushed towards the strong man at the end again.
The strong man was not slow and had already run a certain distance.
But even so, Lu Yi still caught up with him easily.
Seeing that two peak Nascent Soul cultivators who were no weaker than him were killed, the strong man turned pale and roared in his last resistance, but it was like a cricket shaking a tree, to no avail.
Lu Yi killed him with one sword.
After killing all the Nascent Soul cultivators, Lu Yi exhaled and looked at the sky in the distance.
That's where Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu fought.
In the sky, lead clouds were floating, blizzards were surging, and the entire mountain range was covered with white snow. It was freezing cold, and Liu Ningshuang, dressed in white, stood in the sky, floating like a fairy.
On the other side, there was a blood mist floating, and the rich smell of blood was nauseating.
In the blood mist, streaks of extremely violent blood light shot out, some turned into long swords, some turned into giant hands, and some turned into mountains, attacking Liu Ningshuang.
Liu Ningshuang was holding a cold glass sword with a cold and solemn face, constantly resisting attacks.
But even so, she still kept retreating, unable to completely resist the blood jade's offensive.
The Spirit Transformation cultivator is too powerful. Compared to the Nascent Soul cultivator, he is like dust and the bright moon. They are on two completely different levels.
Even the monks at the peak of Nascent Soul are vulnerable to the monks who have just become gods.
Liu Ningshuang's ability to withstand the strong attack of the cultivator of the God Transformation with her Nascent Soul cultivation was already considered to be an amazing talent.
Seeing that Liu Ningshuang was at a disadvantage, Lu Yi retreated continuously, his breath a little unsteady, and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of their battle.
As he approached the blood mist, the sword intent around his body soared into the sky, and his body flashed with golden aura, as if he was wearing a suit of golden armor.
Lu Yi did not hold back, he used Perfect Sword Intention, Xuanyang Sword vibrated and buzzed.
The artistic conception of immortality was born with the meaning of thunder and destruction, echoing the power of Xuanyang in Xuanyang Sword, condensing seven rays of sword light in the air.
He used the Qixuan Sword Technique, and the seven sword lights were like red meteors, pouring into the blood mist, causing the blood mist to roll.
Xueyu felt the sword light, turned around and looked over, and saw Lu Yi standing in the air.
His expression suddenly changed. He turned around and saw where could he see the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators?
He waved his big sleeves repeatedly, and pieces of blood mist rolled. The blood light collided with the sword light. The roar resounded throughout the world, and the aftermath was raging, hitting the snow-covered mountains below. The mountains shook violently and cracked.
The sword light contained an immortal conception, and was extremely tough. Even if it withstood the blood light once, it was only dimmed, but it still did not collapse.
Xueyu's face changed, with a look of astonishment on his face: "How is it possible?! A spell in the realm of golden elixir can actually resist my obliteration?"
He shot out streaks of blood light again before completely defeating the sword light of Qixuan Swordsmanship.
This still made Xueyu look ugly.
At this time, Lu Yi had already arrived at Liu Ningshuang's side.
Liu Ningshuang opened her red lips slightly, exhaled, stared at the blood jade in the distance, and asked softly: "Junior brother, how are you? Are you okay?"
Lu Yi smiled: "I'm okay, but those Yuanying monks are not so good."
Xueyu's face was extremely gloomy, staring at Lu Yi, and asked: "How are they?"
Liu Ningshuang's burst of strength was extremely powerful. Even the blood jade could not despise it. He had to focus all his attention on her. However, in such a short period of time, the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators disappeared without a trace, and even their breath was gone. It's like it doesn't exist.
Xueyu felt something was wrong.
Lu Yi looked at the blood jade and chuckled: "Of course he is dead."
Liu Ningshuang was stunned, her eyes widened in shock, and she looked at Lu Yi: "Junior brother, you..."
The blood jade boy's hole shrank slightly and shouted angrily: "Little beast, how dare you lie to me?! No matter how talented you are, the gap between the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul is like a chasm. Can you kill thirteen Nascent Soul monks? !”
Lu Yi looked at the blood jade and chuckled: "Don't you have this idea in your heart?"
Hearing this, Xueyu's face became even more gloomy and she looked at Lu Yi.
Xueyu personally understood Lu Yi's seven sword energies before.
That kind of sword energy may be difficult for even a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul to resist. Unless he has special means, he may be killed with one blow.
Xueyu's heart continued to sink. After a moment of silence, blood mist surged around him, and murderous intent boiled. He said in a cold voice: "Little beast, it seems that we all still underestimate you... The more this happens, the more... I can’t keep you here. I will kill you myself!”
