In the sky with scattered dark clouds, countless shrill sounds suddenly sounded.
More than ten slender sword shadows shot out from the nearby mountain forest and landed on the body of the Northern Wei cultivator who had just jumped into the sky.
These dozen or so sword shadows are exactly the same, but they are actually just one sword, but the speed is too fast, leaving behind a sword shadow in the air that is difficult to distinguish between real and virtual.
This is a battle formation, not an absolutely fair competition.
Therefore, this Northern Wei cultivator did not encounter a formidable opponent at this time.
But this Northern Wei cultivator didn't seem to care.
There was a look of indifference on his face, and the posture of drawing the sword did not change, but he slapped the flying sword towards the place where it came from with his other hand.
More than a dozen red-gold projectiles struck the sword shadows from his hand like meteors, and thunderous explosions continued to sound.
The red-gold projectiles burst into huge fireballs, burning the vitality on the flying sword and causing the speed of the flying sword to suddenly slow down.
The sound when these red-gold projectiles exploded was already loud. However, when the knife in his hand almost disappeared, and the moment it met the sword light falling from the sky, all these sounds ceased to exist.
It's like two giant mountains colliding.
In the loud sound that was dull enough to cover everything, whether it was the Southern Dynasties spiritual mind practitioner who fell from the cliff or this Northern Wei practitioner, the flesh and blood of the two people's bodies were impacted by the sound waves that were close to the substance and were extremely high.
frequency tremor.
The practitioners of the Northern Wei Dynasty were like a meteorite falling on the ground, creating a larger and deeper pit.
The spiritual practitioner from the Southern Dynasty above flew back like a kite with its string broken, blood spurting out from his mouth.
The flying sword that was originally burning in the flames and seemed to have disappeared was now floating extremely sinisterly in the spreading smoke and dust, and then accelerated horribly.
This cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty let out a deep groan.
His left hand stretched out like lightning, and the powerful true energy passed through his fingers like a storm.
His hand landed on the flying sword accurately, but he was still a little slow and grabbed the tail of the sword.
This flying sword pierced the black armor on his body and penetrated deeply into his abdomen. Then he grabbed it forcefully and pulled it out, bringing out a wave of blood!
The true energy storm in his left hand continued.
The fine yet powerful true energy crazily impacted the flying sword, quickly wiping away all traces left by its original owner.
Then the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner inserted the flying sword diagonally into the notch of the black armor on his back. In the next moment, the Northern Wei Dynasty practitioner began to flee in the opposite direction where Yuan Yan left.
On the other side of the mountain, Lin Yi, who was still marching, did not see the phosphorus fire swords that were hurriedly launched into the air. The dense forest and thick rain clouds prevented him from even hearing the explosion of those red-gold projectiles.
But at the moment when the sword of the cultivator from the Northern Wei Dynasty met the sword of the spiritual mind from the Southern Dynasty, he also heard this earth-shattering dull sound.
He raised his head in shock.
Even though he was far away, he still felt the terrifying collision of forces.
This should be another battle above the spiritual realm.
A battle of this level made him fearful before, but at this time, it gave him a little peace of mind.
The battle between the gods can at least show that there are still very powerful practitioners in the nearby mountains and forests in the Southern Dynasty. As a result, no matter who the people of the Northern Wei Dynasty are planning, it will not be so satisfactory.
The battle between two spiritual practitioners is extremely simple.
Just one sword strike determined the winner.
There were many onlookers above the cliff where the Southern Dynasty practitioner jumped, many of whom were wearing the clothes of Nantianyuan's teachers. One of the women was Wu Guzhi, a teacher familiar to Lin Yi and others.
Her expression was still very peaceful, but there was also admiration deep in her eyes.
The more advanced practitioners are, the more they know the magnificence contained in such a simple battle.
This sword-wielding spiritual mind practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty was the Beiyu Sword Saint Tuoba Zhan.
Although he was only a semi-saint and had occupied a holy character in advance, the sword that killed the sky just now really had some flavor of the sacred realm.
However, no one knew that when she looked at such a knife, she was thinking of Lin Yi.
Lin Yi's fighting style is really similar to Tuoba Zhan, brutal and direct.
She actually admires this way of fighting.
But she knew that Tuoba Zhan was about to die.
Tuoba Zhan's figure moved rapidly through the forest.
His way of escaping was also very direct, flying straight in front of him.
Blood seeped out from the black armor drop by drop. It was originally bright red, but gradually turned into purple-black.
His pupils also gradually turned purple-black.
This is not because of his unique skills, but because the flying sword contains some kind of terrible poison.
This kind of poison can't even be eliminated by the antidote he has on hand.
"Lord Tuoba."
An anxious call sounded in the forest in front of him.
Tuoba Zhan suddenly felt slightly relieved.
He recognized the black-armored cultivator in front of him.
He was a young practitioner from Yueze in the Northern Wei Dynasty. He also used a sword, so I had asked him many times before for advice on practice and sword skills.
In the previous battle, this young practitioner from Yueze also performed well and won his praise.
Although compared to him, this young practitioner's cultivation level is too low, it can at least help him buy some time to detoxify.
"You carry me on your back."
He fell in front of the young practitioner who looked nervous and shocked, "Don't stop, don't cherish the true energy, I need half a cup of tea."
Without any hesitation, this young practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty turned around and carried him on his back.
However, just when he closed his eyes and mobilized his true energy, a fallen leaf fell from above and fell on him.
A sharp sword energy suddenly appeared from under the fallen leaves, accurately passing through the petals of the black armor on his body. The thin and small sword blade burst out with terrifying power the moment it penetrated his skin and flesh, directly from
His back stabbed violently into his chest, instantly crushing his heart.
boom!
A terrifying wave of energy burst out between him and the young practitioner.
He and the young practitioner both flew out in despair, and each fell heavily to the ground.
"Despicable Southerners."
When he felt that his black armor was filled with the blood in his body, Tuoba Zhan still stubbornly sat up and glanced one last time at the young practitioner who was also sitting up.
Under the natural counterattack of his true energy, although the young practitioner was seriously injured, he did not die.
This can only show that this young practitioner has successfully concealed his cultivation in front of him.
This young practitioner is definitely not the kind of practitioner who has only reached the middle level of Ruyi Realm. He is definitely not a swordsman, but a very strong swordsman.
When Tuoba Zhan died, Wu Guzhi walked toward the dark clouds ahead.
Then she also jumped off the cliff.
There was a cry of exclamation.
No one thought she would commit suicide, but even many teachers at Nantianyuan were in absolute shock.
Only those who are in the realm of spiritual consciousness can jump directly from such a cliff without being hurt.
However, before, even if some of them knew her real name, they had no idea that she had such a cultivation level.
Her figure fell rapidly in the clouds and mist.
The true energy in her body began to rage, making a sound like glass breaking under her feet.
An aura that only a half-saint could possess surrounded her body, turning her body's plummeting force into flying out diagonally in the air.
The scattered true energy dissipated and impacted the water vapor in the air, forming a white rainbow like a tail of wisdom.