The young practitioner did not answer. The blood flowing on the ground made the young practitioner's thin and pale face instantly filled with a strange brilliance.
He leaned down and took a deep breath greedily.
This gesture gave people the feeling that he was going to swallow the blood on the ground in the next moment.
A biting chill suddenly arose in the bodies of the dozen or so Tiece Army sergeants who were closest to the practitioner.
The young cultivator ignored these Tiece Army sergeants. Of course, he did not want to suck the blood, he was just obsessed with the taste of vitality in the fresh blood.
A battlefield with too many practitioners would easily make him a target. Now, in the dark night, an army with only one or two low-level practitioners and a battlefield with horse thieves is a safe enough paradise for him.
Strands of true energy flowed out from his fingertips and landed on the corpses of the horse thieves closest to him.
According to his past experience, even if these people are not practitioners, they can always absorb the thin available vitality from the lost vitality in their bodies, and they can also condense several yellow buds in their bodies.
It's very little, but after all, it's a clearly visible feeling of increased strength, and it's still many times faster than the ordinary Zhenyuan technique of breathing, breathing, and condensing yellow buds.
Even though it is just a few strands of true energy, the pleasure brought by such simplicity and speed is extremely strong.
Several warning sounds sounded.
These Tiecheng sergeants were not practitioners, so naturally they could not sense the smell of flowing true energy, but the strange posture of this young practitioner still gave them a bad feeling.
The young practitioner shook his head, "This is my hunting ground, what's the point of struggling in vain."
The Tiece Army sergeants who were closer to him seemed to hear him say such words, but at the same time, they felt a slight chill in their throats.
When they looked down subconsciously, they saw the blood in their bodies spurting out from their throats.
The massive and rapid blood loss prevented them from making any unnecessary movements before they lost consciousness and fell to the ground.
Countless shouts sounded at the same time.
Dozens of Tiece Army sergeants moved towards the young practitioner to cover up and kill him.
Arrows, throwing nets, and hidden weapons with a fishy smell all fell towards the young practitioner.
The young practitioner became more solemn.
He didn't know much about the Tiece Army. In the dark, he just thought it was a very ordinary local army. However, at this time, he realized that this army was very different from ordinary local armies.
At least after seeing him kill more than ten people with flying swords in an instant, these sergeants still dared to rush in desperately, and they also had many unique weapons to deal with the practitioners.
It was a pity that without the restraint of the practitioners, these sergeants were still too weak in his opinion, not to mention that there were still a large number of horse thieves desperately trying to break through and struggling to their death.
He waved his left hand out.
An explosion of force that was too powerful for these sergeants instantly knocked away three Tiece Army sergeants who were flying towards him, and at the same time, it also threw away a throwing net that was covering his body.
His flying sword flew back steadily.
This is a light blue flying sword, just like the color of the extremely pure sky.
The flying sword flew rapidly through the air, entangling all other throwing nets that might restrict his movement.
This light blue flying sword wrapped these throwing nets and seemed extremely heavy, but its flying speed did not slow down much.
When the eyes of all the horse thieves and Tiece Army sergeants were attracted by this fatal flying sword, the young practitioner had already started walking.
Being wary of this army, he chose the safest strategy.
He headed towards a place where there were more horse thieves.
With the obstruction of these horse thieves who did not dare to be enemies with him and fled in confusion, the iron strategy army could not form an effective encirclement force at all.
The young practitioner casually picked up an ordinary iron sword dropped by the horse thief.
He casually assassinated anyone within reach, whether they were horse thieves or iron soldiers.
His strength and speed were too fast, and his sword skills were also extraordinary. People fell down wherever the sword light passed. In just a few breaths, dozens of people fell around him.
In the night, the face of a Tiece Army general turned extremely pale.
He determined that the level of this unknown cultivator was too far from the cultivators they could deal with. Even on the battlefield, the only order he could give was to evacuate as soon as possible.
However, just when he raised his hand and prepared to issue a military order, there was a thunder above his head.
The flying sword entangled with many throwing nets fell down.
The flying sword avoided a slash from a Tiece Army sergeant next to him, and then touched the back of his head.
It seemed like it was just a slight touch, but in the next moment, the head of the Tiece Army general burst open like a ripe watermelon.
"kill!"
An angry roar sounded.
Dozens of Tiece Army sergeants completely ignored the threat of horse thieves around them and rushed towards the young practitioner like a mad tiger.
This momentum even caused the horse thieves who were originally entangled with them to avoid them one after another, and did not even dare to take the time to cut them.
"If you don't even have practitioners in the Life Palace realm, what's the point of struggling?"
The young cultivator shook his head and smiled. The flying sword that had just killed the general of Tiece Army flew into the sky and was falling rapidly.
He no longer controlled the flying sword.
However, at this time, the soft ground around his body, which had been completely soaked with blood, made a roaring sound of heat, and many arches appeared on the ground, like many thick tree roots traveling rapidly.
This is the magical use of true energy belonging to practitioners in the Chengtian realm.
The rapidly moving real energy caused many slender protrusions to form on the surrounding ground, which then became extremely hard under the power of the real energy.
The sound of popping popping continued along with the uncontrollable screams.
The feet of these dozens of Tiece Army sergeants were instantly pierced, their flesh and blood were blurred, and then they fell to the ground.
Like the wounded who had already fallen to the ground, their bodies were instantly pierced by these spikes.
The flying sword fell down and landed in front of the young practitioner.
Under the gaze of this young practitioner, the flying sword that had been exhausted suddenly flew up from the ground again. While hanging quietly in front of him, it vibrated violently and threw away several tightly wound iron wires.
The net was so shaken that it spread out.
The young practitioner stretched out his hand and tore some iron wires to pieces.
With a scoff, the flying sword escaped from its trap and began to fly rapidly.
"Walk!"
"escape!"
Several sharp shouts sounded.
At this time, the bright flames in the reeds by the river will be extinguished, and the riverside wilderness shrouded in night will return, and the sound of flying swords cutting flesh can be heard one after another.
After an unknown amount of time, the sound of flying swords piercing the air finally disappeared, and all the screams and desperate cries completely disappeared.
Among the corpses covering the riverside, the young cultivator put away his smooth flying sword.
This young cultivator's true energy consumption was very high, and his face was strangely bright red. However, the satisfied smile on his face did not stop at all. The true energy in his body continued to flow out from his fingertips and fell on it.
His feast began on the corpses of these horse thieves and Tiece Army sergeants.
...
I don't know how much time passed, but a strange sound of water sounded from the dark river downstream of the river.
A Tiece Army sergeant holding a piece of dead wood stood up from the grass by the river.
The Tiece Army sergeant was soaked to the skin, and he didn't know whether it was water or tears on his face.
He bit his lip tightly and looked at the killing field, his body shaking uncontrollably.
He didn't know if any of his colleagues could escape or survive.
But the moment he jumped into the river, all he was thinking about was that he must live, he must live to tell others what the person who killed so many of his brothers looked like and what kind of flying sword he used.