At this time, a Northern Wei sergeant was coming towards him with a sword. He slapped his palm away. The Northern Wei sergeant's sword failed to fall on him, but his palm had already landed on this Northern Wei sergeant.
On the sergeant's body.
The Northern Wei sergeant fell down limply, spraying some blood mist from his mouth.
Blood mist sprayed on Wang Pingyang's face. He looked towards the dark aura in his perception, but first he saw a ferocious bird head.
That was a practitioner from the Northern Wei Dynasty who was on a moving ship.
On his head was a helmet that looked like a bird's head, shining with a strange and cold luster.
When Wang Pingyang's eyes fell on his face from a distance, the man clearly looked at Wang Pingyang and smiled.
His lips are slightly parted, and when he smiles he is different from others.
When he smiled, he didn't show his teeth, his lower jaw didn't sink, and his upper lip didn't raise. His two lips seemed to just go straight along the corners of his mouth toward his cheeks. Looking from a distance, his smile looked like
His mouth was split along the corners of his mouth, which gave people an extremely weird feeling.
He didn't originally want to attract too much attention.
Because his power is quietly growing, in his opinion, before those people around Lin Yi fall, if his power can truly grow to the state of divine consciousness, then he will become a new barrier around Lin Yi.
Even though it is an island that is getting smaller and smaller, it can still stand firm in the city despite being washed away by countless waves.
He is still very weak compared to Lin Yi now.
His body could not withstand the impact of various forces and swords like Lin Yi.
It is even less likely that he can recover quickly after being injured like Lin Yi.
So he actually needs more time to grow than Lin Yi.
However, looking at the smile of the cultivator on the boat in the distance, and looking at the smell of vicissitudes and desolation exuding from this man, he didn't need to think too much to understand that this man was a member of the Demon Sect.
One, and this person has already captured his own aura.
Since you can't hide, you can only kill as many enemies as possible.
His eyes were slightly focused, and when his palm was withdrawn to his side, his left sleeve tore open with a hiss.
An extremely thin sword shadow flew out from his torn sleeve, and as more chi chi sounds were heard, blood flowed everywhere where the sword passed.
The flying sword traveled rapidly through a space of tens of feet, and the faint shadow of the sword swirled out countless rays of light. The throats of the Northern Wei sergeants and some low-level practitioners in this space of tens of feet were continuously cut open.
After the sword edge left their throats, and even when it cut the throats of the third and fourth companions beside them, the blood in their throats flew out like silk.
Rongyi is within this area of several dozen feet.
His true energy has been completely exhausted, and eight of the nine swords have fallen to the ground. He just holds the remaining sword tightly and relies on his swordsmanship to assassinate the Northern Wei sergeant who is close to him. Even with his physical strength, he
He was also a little unable to hold on. When the flying sword flew out, a sword from a Northern Wei general had already forced him to kneel on one knee.
There was a pop.
The wave of blood that rushed out of the Northern Wei general's throat washed over him.
The other Northern Wei sergeants beside him who were rushing towards him also fell to the ground, and his surroundings suddenly became empty.
He turned his head and looked at the owner of the flying sword, his eyes filled with disbelief.
Among the young practitioners of this generation he has seen, the one with the strongest flying sword should be Ni Yunshan, who was born in Nantianyuan.
Bai Yuelu seems to be very strong, but in his opinion, if we only talk about flying swords, Ni Yunshan seems to be much stronger.
However, at this time, he felt that even Ni Yunshan's flying sword was by no means as sharp as Wang Pingyang's flying sword, nor did it have the terrifying power to continuously explode.
A group of Northern Wei soldiers fell down like chopped leeks, and a group of Northern Wei soldiers retreated in shock.
At this moment, the smile of the member of the Demon Sect who was still on the boat seemed to be getting stronger, and the corners of his mouth seemed to be grinning wider.
His hand moved slightly, and a black shadow flew out.
This black shadow was like a piece of feather, first floating into the sky, and then spinning down. Following the gaze of this Demon Sect member, this black shadow landed accurately on Wang Pingyang's flying sword.
superior.
There was a soft ding sound.
No one thought that the power contained in this black trace was stronger than the violent force that always surged in Wang Pingyang's flying sword. However, when this black trace hit Wang Pingyang's flying sword and made a soft sound, Wang Pingyang
But he already felt that the power on his flying sword was passing away rapidly, like water being sucked by the dry sand, as if it was...devoured.
In his perception, the black shadow looked like a giant beast, a giant beast that laughed ferociously.
His flying sword was shaken so much that it fell down after being hit.
But the power in the black shadow was even stronger, and it followed the opponent's gaze and flew towards the girl closest to it.
That girl is Xiao Suxin.
Her hands were dripping with blood, but she continued to draw the bow and shoot arrows.
There was a soft pop.
A force that seemed to appear out of thin air fell on the black shadow, and easily knocked down the black shadow.
The demon sect member wearing a strange helmet on the boat looked away from Wang Pingyang's body and fell on the original Taoist in the formation.
He knew that this was the action of the original Taoist, and he could also sense that the power of the original Taoist was much stronger than his own, but he didn't care too much.
That black shadow fell into the mud mixed with blood, and it was really just a feather.
A feather made of strange black fine gold.
For ordinary practitioners, if the flying sword that is connected with mind and energy is defeated by the opponent, he will definitely suffer a lot of damage. However, he is a member of the Demon Sect.
Like all other members of the Demon Sect, he also has unique methods.
He has many feathers like this.
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Inside the camp, the middle-aged medical officer sat up.
His body was shaking unconsciously.
He kept taking deep breaths, even making harsh sounds.
He felt that compared to Wang Pingyang and this member of the Demon Sect, he was like a cub in the darkness encountering a giant beast that specifically feeds on them.
"Are you awake?"
Huang Qiutang looked at the medical officer who sat up. She looked at the medical officer. For some reason, she didn't feel the slightest panic in her heart.
"Thank you."
The medical officer's face was slightly stiff, but after hesitating for a moment, he said these two words first.
Then he took another deep breath and said, "Actually... I've woken up a long time ago, but I just don't know what you will do to me."