In the teachings of any cultivator's world, a cultivator's control over flying swords comes from constraints. To make flying swords fly easily, one must not pursue speed blindly, let alone go faster than one's perception.
Beyond one's own perception, even if one's true energy is pulled by the runes on the Feijian sword, it is impossible for it to penetrate continuously into the sword.
But when the sword flew out of his hand, it was not a sword, but an arrow.
He used his body as a bow and his true energy as the string, and shot the sword like an arrow within a short distance.
All he pursues is extreme speed.
It's faster than that person's true energy means.
When that person's true essence penetrated his skin, that person's heart had already been pierced by his sword, and he was already dead.
This arrow directly consumed nearly half of his true energy, but for killing a spiritual practitioner of the same level, this was already a negligible price.
When high-level practitioners fight, life and death are only on the thin line.
Mr. Bai, who was dressed in white and had white hair, was instantly defeated. It was just because he was subconsciously limited by the teachings of the world of practitioners. He could not imagine that someone could use a sword faster than his true energy method.
After killing this spiritual mind practitioner with one sword, Wei Guanxing let it fall naturally.
He didn't want to waste any more of his true energy. With people like Taoist Yuan existing, he didn't have to worry about any practitioners on the other side who could take this opportunity to kill him.
Mr. Feng is still riding the wind.
Before he even landed on the city wall, he had already sensed the death of his companions.
But he had no time to be distracted, because he felt an extremely terrifying sword energy.
This sword energy was like a volcano erupting, with an unimaginable burning feeling.
He intuitively felt that at the next moment, there would be a raging fire coming from in front of him.
Just as others don't know which sect he is a practitioner from, he also doesn't know which sect the other person is a practitioner from. He just feels that the other person has completely burst out the true energy in his body at this moment.
He did not continue to fall towards the city wall, but soared upwards in an instant, like a kite blown away by the wind, instantly turning into a black spot in the sky.
It is impossible for ordinary practitioners to do this.
But he can.
The moment he decided to do this, the red and green robe on his body puffed up, and his sleeves were as wide as two huge wings.
The true energy in his body flew out along the talisman lines on his clothes, making his figure become more flexible and casual in the air than a flying bird.
As he flew upwards, he saw his opponent clearly.
Shen Kun held a small sword as red as flames in his hand.
Mr. Feng looked at Shen Kun. He felt that this man's true energy had been exhausted, so he fell from a high altitude and hit him like a meteorite.
Shen Kun looked at him and smiled.
The small sword in his hand raised.
Mr. Feng is scary.
That volcanic eruption feeling came back.
His hair exploded and his whole body flew high into the sky again.
It's just that there are no real flames traveling through the air.
There is only momentum and no real explosion of terrifying power.
This is a virtual sword.
Shen Kun did not hide that it was a virtual sword.
As long as he uses this sect's Sparrow Sword, he can use this virtual sword countless times without consuming much real energy.
But if the opponent really thinks it must be an imaginary sword, his imaginary sword will turn into a real sword.
Mr. Feng is very unwilling to fight with a practitioner like Shen Kun.
When he flew into the air again, he took a breath to think about it, and then decided not to fall towards the city wall.
He flew towards the city.
What the Northern Wei army wanted to capture was Zhongli City, not the city wall.
His role in the city should be greater.
He didn't want to get entangled with a practitioner like Shen Kun anymore. In his opinion, no one could stop him from flying into this city.
However he was wrong.
The original Taoist glanced up.
The sky suddenly brightened.
Mr. Feng's red and green robe was illuminated by the sky and turned completely white, making it impossible to distinguish the color.
The vitality in the lines on his clothes absorbed too much heat from the sun and began to burn instantly.
Mr. Feng's body suddenly fell down.
Just when he stabilized his figure in shock, a sword light that blended with the skylight had already landed on the back of his neck.
Just like a thin piece of paper being cut open, his head separated from his body very smoothly.
His head flew towards the city.
His body fell towards the bottom of the city wall like a burnt bird.
"senior"
Shen Kun looked at the original Taoist with some confusion.
Before that, he, Wei Guanxing and everyone else felt that before their true energy was exhausted, the original Taoist had better not take action unless there was an enemy that was difficult to deal with in the spiritual realm.
The power of the original Taoist should naturally be reserved for that kind of practitioner.
"After not using the sword for a long time, the murderous intention has faded away."
The original Taoist looked calmly at the flying blood flying in the sky.
A few drops sprinkled on his face, he stretched out his fingers to wipe them off, looked at the bright red on his fingertips, and then said: "Kill one person first and sacrifice the sword."
Shen Kun smiled helplessly.
He admired the spirit of this kind of sword-killing spirit, but it was the first time that he felt fear from the bottom of his heart. He felt that a practitioner in the spirit realm could be so weak.
Lin Yi was also very emotional.
He knew very well that if a practitioner like Yuan Taoist took one look at him, he would really die.
The cultivators of Divine Sense, Sainthood, Miaozhen, and Divine Confusion have become so powerful that he cannot understand them at this time, let alone those who have reached the Three Saints of Miaozhen Nantian.
But he didn't have much time to express his feelings.
Because Xi Ruyu has arrived.
Before Xi Ruyu took a breath, he was still more than ten feet away, but after taking a breath, he was already in front of him.
Two shimmering hands fell to his chest like tiger claws.
Xi Ruyu looked solemn. His usual weapons were spears, knives and heavy swords. However, he didn't even have a thin flying sword with him at this time.
He believed that the best weapon to deal with the Soaring Snake Heavy Armor on Lin Yi was his own hands.
The material of this heavy armor is extremely special, and it is difficult for a sword to cut through it, but since the armor is made up of pieces, his hands can take it apart.
A practitioner's fingers are inherently more flexible and versatile than any weapon.
Most of the opponents Lin Yi faced before were too slow in his opinion, but at this time, Xi Ruyu was too fast for him.
As soon as the Heart of the River Suppressing Tower in his hand was shot forward, Xi Ruyu had already stepped sideways into his midline, and his hands had already landed on his breastplate.
Powerful true energy surged out from Xi Ruyu's fingertips, squeezing against the armor and making a strange buzzing sound.
Lin Yi instantly felt the deformation of the chest armor. Without any hesitation, he pressed his body forward!
His body at this time is his weapon.
The powerful force and the heavy power of the armor instantly pressed on Xi Ruyu's fingers.
Xi Ruyu's fingers stung violently, and he heard the sound of bone cracking.
His fingers shrunk slightly, and then they fell towards the armor like lightning again!
Wherever his ten fingers landed, there were gaps in the armor caused by the impact of vitality and the pressure of powerful force.
Most of these gaps came from the slightly raised edges of the armor, which did not allow his fingers to penetrate. However, the real energy condensed and sprayed out from his fingertips was as sharp as a needle, and it pierced through these gaps fiercely!