There was not much time for Xue Antian and Dongsheng General to be entangled.
Su Xian raised the sword, and behind him, Su Xiaowei also raised the sword in his hand...
It was a very unique sword. It had no hilt and looked like an ordinary flying sword. However, the sharp blade of this flying sword was easily held in the palm of the girl's hand.
Her palms were not injured at all.
In fact, the flying sword seemed to be one with her, releasing endless edge.
This sharp edge transcends the limitations of space and is clearly in the girl's hands.
But whether it was Xue Antian or General Dongsheng, they all felt that this sword seemed to have been placed on their necks.
But they couldn't see the existence of the flying sword!
"Fortunately, there is no one else here. If we kill you all, no one will know Xiao Wei's identity. Come on, half an hour and the battle will end!"
Su Xian said calmly.
Xue Antian sneered: "Arrogant!"
But he has just broken through to the highest level, and he is actually trying to fight one against two... This kid is indeed quite amazing, but if he wants to match his own ten thousand years of cultivation, I am afraid there is still a long way to go.
"Is it?"
Su Xian's pupils slowly narrowed until they were the size of a pinhead...
The cultivation levels within the body have already been integrated into one body.
Immediately, the sky curtain fell and endless purple thunder suddenly appeared above the sword. This purple thunder was completely different from the past, and more solid. It was no longer a thunder that could be driven by human power, but like thunder from the sky.
Thunder strikes and kills the real dragon!
The eighth strike of the Nine Strikes of Purple Thunder.
A shot is a sure kill...
The endless purple thunderballs, even in the universe, cannot conceal their peerless edge.
The boundless thunderball spreads endlessly, the thunder moves like crazy, and the sky and the earth are completely purple.
And the huge purple thunder ball has completely surrounded the two of them... There is no room for escape in the sky and on the ground, and the two of them have been completely surrounded!
Xue Antian's face instantly became serious.
He has been in the highest realm for thousands of years. In terms of absolute cultivation level, he is only below the king. Even if he is the Zuo Shenshi, in terms of status, he is slightly higher than himself, but in terms of absolute cultivation level, he is
It is also far from being comparable to myself.
One is complex, the other is pure, and naturally they are not the same.
But after thousands of years of experience, he has never seen an enemy like Su Xian...
Two years ago, he was crushed by him, and even if he used a fighting technique that was almost self-mutilating, he was still far from being able to match him.
Although I didn't say that I was teasing him and applauding him at that time, I really didn't need to take him too seriously...
But this has only been a few years.
He suddenly became a master who could compare with himself.
Wave.
Flying swords circled around the two of them, and one flying sword transformed into countless sword shadows, like a vortex of swords, surrounding both of them in the center, in the vast universe.
A tornado composed entirely of flying swords began to sweep through the universe... sucking all the surrounding meteorites into the sword wheel.
The tangible and qualitative vortex of the sword grew larger and larger, until it reached the point where it could no longer reach the top and could no longer reach the bottom.
Even compared to the thunder in the sky, it is no less impressive.
With Su Xian using all his strength, he slashed it down with one blow.
All the boundless thunder converged on the long sword, turning into a huge purple blade that could open up the universe. There was still a white flame burning slowly on the sharp edge of the giant blade.
Zi Lei and Nan Ming Li Huo have been perfectly integrated into one place.
Cut down...
There is no gravity in the universe, but the pressure of the giant blade is so strong that even in the universe, Xue Antian felt the pressure and raised his sword.
As the body of the vortex, the Xuanjing Flying Sword swims upstream without fear.
Roaring... violent roaring.
As if the universe was trembling, the giant blade collided with the vortex and was immediately embedded in it.
The thunder was consumed and the whirlpool was stagnant.
A confrontation of absolute true essence...
Absolute cultivation.
This should have been an absolutely favorable situation for Xue Antian, but Xue Antian's face suddenly became extremely heavy. The overwhelming pressure actually made him feel as if he was carrying a mountain and was exhausted.
"Kill him while you can!"
He roared wildly...
But he had to admit in his heart that if the stalemate continued like this, he would be the loser.
The monk who is less than thirty years old has a cultivation level that is superior to his own.
Xue Antian had to admit that there were indeed such people in this world who were completely beyond common sense.
It is impossible for him to kill Su Xian alone...
He wants to fight one against two.
It's not just a bluff.
He didn't care at all about the so-called strong man's reserve. Seeing that he was defeated by himself, he immediately asked Dongsheng General to help him without hesitation.
General Dongsheng nodded and began to recite a spell silently.
I couldn't hear what exactly it was, but just hearing its voice, I felt a desolate and primitive feeling coming over me...
Obviously, even a man with unlimited magic power like Dongsheng General needs to recite incantations before he can release the spell. In terms of power, it is definitely far beyond the power of the Demon Envoy.
It's just that the incantation has only just been half-sung.
Suddenly, a sharp sound came.
Xue Antian's heart was directly pierced by a flying sword.
It is obvious that the whirlpool of the Xuanjing Flying Sword is used to force all the thunder to the outside world...
But he still suffered fatal trauma at the first time.
Looking down at his heart that had been completely pierced, Xue Antian spit out a mouthful of blood, gritted his teeth, and pulled out the long blood shadow blade. The blade trembled lightly, as fast as a meteor. At such a fast speed, it seemed that even the universe was caught in this blade.
A crack was cut.
The sharp edge is endless, cutting directly at the aura that suddenly appeared behind him.
There was a soft bang...
The blood shadow long blade has been directly cut out.
And a graceful-looking figure floated toward the back... completely ignoring the Xuanjing Flying Sword as if it were nothing, and just escaped.
This is...Nine Yuan Holy Lotus Technique!!!
Xue Antian had fought against Sheng Lianjiu in the past, so even though he only had one move with Su Xiaowei, he realized that the true energy in Su Xiaowei's body was almost exactly the same as that of Su Xian, and even the strength was the same.
It has not decreased at all.
This is a miraculous effect that only the Nine-Yuan Holy Lotus Jue has.
He couldn't help but feel bitter...
Su Xian is already so difficult to deal with. I didn't expect that a man like him could even control the most essential secret of the Nine Yuan Holy Lotus Art, and now he could split his clones.
This time, it's even more difficult to deal with.
Just thinking about it...
Su Xiaowei's figure has appeared again. She really regards the Xuanjing Flying Sword as nothing. No matter whether it is thunder or whirlpool, it can't stop her steps.
Is this really the Nine Yuan Holy Lotus Technique?!
Saint Lotus Nine's Nine-Yuan Saint Lotus Technique does not have such miraculous effects. Is this Su Xian actually even better than Saint Lotus Nine?
Xue Antian's pupils shrank and he shouted: "Xiaodong, get away quickly..."
This time, Su Xiaowei was not coming towards herself, but towards Dongsheng General.
If he continues to chant the incantation, he will die tragically under the sword of this clone.