After escaping less than fifty miles, he was intercepted by two cultivators flying with swords.
Zhao Yuan gave up on escaping. No matter how fast he was, he could not be faster than a cultivator flying with a sword in the sky. It was flying in a straight line, while Zhao Yuan had to follow the ups and downs of the ground and run wildly. There was no comparison between the two.
.Besides, there are no obstacles in this prairie, and cultivators can be clearly seen in the sky. It is completely different from the last time Zhao Yuan took Fairy Caixia to escape in the lush forest.
These two cultivators are two middle-aged people, and their specific ages cannot be seen, because among the cultivators, the age of the middle-aged cultivators is the hardest to estimate, because most of the accomplished cultivators will
His appearance remains middle-aged.
The two cultivators were both dressed in robes, with long swords in their hands as white as snow, and long beards fluttering. They looked like immortals who were free from dust. However, it can be seen from the violent and fierce eyes of the two that they were anything but.
Good kind.
"You are cultivators of the Great Qin Empire, why do you want to help the evil deeds?" Zhao Yuan vaguely remembered that these two people were sitting next to Feng Guoshi at that time, because Zhao Yuan was paying attention to Feng Guoshi and King Zuo Xian at that time, and had no experience with these two people.
Pay more attention.
The two cultivators looked at each other with expressionless faces and did not speak. They were suspended in mid-air and forced towards Zhao Yuan.
In the air, murderous aura surged, and dense blue mist billowed.
Zhao Yuan felt the brutal murderous aura penetrating all over his body like mercury, making him feel as if he was in an ice cellar.
Intermediate cultivator!
Zhao Yuan gasped. Judging from the slightly revealed color of their aura, both of them had reached the level of intermediate cultivators. One of them had even reached the fifth level of intermediate level, which was the same level as Liu Xiaotian.
Why are you so unlucky!
Zhao Yuan secretly smiled bitterly. Now, he could only pray that the dragon armor could prevent him from dying, and pray that the Yi arrow technique could kill the two cultivators.
Zhao Yuan stood still, bending his bow and drawing an arrow.
Suddenly, one of them shook the sword in his hand, and a sword beam appeared out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, it was a full five feet long. The sword beam spun at high speed, suddenly broke away, and headed towards Zhao Yuan like a meat grinder.
Before the sword light arrived, Zhao Yuan felt that he was locked by the strong spiritual energy, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a sticky quagmire. The bow and arrow in his hand had not been shot out, but they had turned into thousands of debris in the air.
Dancing wildly, like insects all over the sky.
The bows and arrows in Zhao Yuan's Sumeru Ring are all ordinary materials used by ordinary soldiers, and they cannot withstand the overwhelming sword energy of cultivators. In fact, if Zhao Yuan uses the art of shooting arrows to make a sneak attack, there is still some hope. Unfortunately, he is now
It was a head-on confrontation on the vast grassland, and his every move was under the eyes of the enemy.
"kill!"
At this time, Zhao Yuan was forced to a dead end and had no choice but to fight. Zhao Yuan shouted loudly, summoned the black-backed long sword in the Sumeru Ring, and suddenly slashed at the fierce sword light.
Peng!
There was an earth-shaking loud noise, and the menacing sword light was struck by the black-backed long knife, and it immediately fell into pieces, falling apart like a piece of shattered crystal.
"Eh!"
The cultivator couldn't help but be startled, glanced at the other cultivator, and then nodded, as if discussing a quick decision.
Sure enough, another cultivator activated his spiritual energy, and the long sword in his hand raised thousands of sword lights, and the bone-chilling murderous aura invaded every pore of Zhao Yuan.
At the same time, another cultivator also hurriedly raised his sword, and a larger sword light rotated at high speed in the air, making a whistling sound, like a ghost crying and a wolf howling. Among them, there were countless dots of flames mixed with the momentum.
Zhao Yuan can only take a beating now, because the two cultivators are in the sky and he has no way to attack. What he calls fighting is actually defense.
The two balls of sword light rolled bigger and bigger in the air. The area that was just a few feet at the beginning suddenly became dozens of feet, as if two huge snowballs were rolling towards Zhao Yuan.
Still unavoidable.
Zhao Yuan held the black-backed long sword with both hands. The "Dragon Armor Curse" had been pushed to the extreme. His whole body was actually covered with a layer of golden light. The dazzling golden light was like a thick layer of golden cuticle, giving people
An unshakable sense of heaviness.
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
Boom!
…
Zhao Yuan fell into the sword light and slashed wildly with the black-backed long sword. He didn't even know how many swords he struck. He could only make mechanical slashing movements. He knew very well that as long as he kept
Only by defending can he avoid being crushed to pieces by the sword...
…
Peng!
There was an earth-shattering muffled sound of mountains collapsing and the ground cracking. Under the wild blows of hundreds of thousands of knives, two huge groups of sword lights were actually cut into invisible forms by Zhao Yuan. The grassland that was originally filled with sword lights returned to form.
It was quiet, but the sky above the grassland was filled with churning soil and grass clippings, as if they had been trampled by thousands of troops. This shows how fierce the battle just now was.
The two cultivators looked at Zhao Yuan in surprise. They did not expect that Zhao Yuan could withstand the attacks of the two. You must know that with the combined strength of the two of them, even the advanced cultivators would not dare to attack him lightly.
Zhao Yuan only suffered some flesh injuries, which was far from what they imagined.
According to the two people's thoughts, under this blow, Zhao Yuan would be dismembered into countless pieces even if he was not turned into flesh.
Now, Zhao Yuan is still standing in front of them alive, and his fighting spirit is raging.
At this time, Zhao Yuan was covered in blood.
Zhao Yuan's black-backed long sword could not withstand the thousands of sword rays, leaving countless frightening wounds on his body. Some of the wounds had white bones visible, which was extremely terrifying.
The two pieces of dragon armor still couldn't resist the cultivator's attack. The only good thing was that the dragon armor could protect his heart and prevent the fierce sword light from invading his body.
Zhao Yuan was in burning pain all over his body, as if he was wrapped in lava and roasted, and his eyes glowed with a blood-red fierce light.
The realm of "war".
Zhao Yuan had already become murderous. Unfortunately, even at the highest level of "war", he could not defeat two mid-level cultivators. After all, this was not a sneak attack, but a frontal battle.
The dragon armor has not yet been refined. Although it has reduced the damage, it cannot provide complete protection. If this situation continues, Zhao Yuan will have no choice but to die in battle.
Only after ambushing several cultivators from the Fanjing Sect in the Black Forest, Zhao Yuan had an almost blind confidence in himself. He even believed that cultivators were nothing more than that, and today, Zhao Yuan truly
Realize the power of cultivators.
"No matter what, no matter what! Since God won't let me, Zhao Yuan, live, then I will die in a vigorous battle! Come on, let you see how powerful I am!"
Zhao Yuan suddenly tore off the bloody clothes on his body, holding the long knife in his hand, his long hair flying in the wind, his fighting spirit overwhelming, he looked up to the sky and smiled.
"Hmph." A cultivator was irritated by Zhao Yuan's arrogant look and snorted coldly. He shook his long sword and actually transformed into a sword light like a hurricane whirlpool. Countless powerful souls seemed to be wrapped in the sword light.
.
"slow!"
Just when Zhao Yuan was about to fight to the death, another cultivator suddenly shouted, and the cultivator who was about to attack stopped.
"Your name is Zhao Yuan?" the cultivator asked.
"I don't want to change my name, I don't want to change my surname. Zhao Yuan is me!" Zhao Yuan held the long sword horizontally and said loudly.
"Zhao Yuan from Blackwater City?" the cultivator asked again, as if he wanted to confirm something.
"Exactly!"
"The black-backed long sword in your hand is the weapon of the black-faced god?" The cultivator continued to ask.
"Exactly!" Zhao Yuan was already struggling on the edge of death at this time, so naturally he was fearless and magnanimous.
"Why did you come to assassinate King Zuo Xian?" the cultivator asked with a frown.
"I was originally a reservist, working in the kitchen, and was temporarily assigned. I found out on the way that I was here to assassinate King Zuo Xian, and I was already riding a tiger." Zhao Yuan's heart moved, and he put down the long knife in his hand. He felt a glimmer of hope.
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