While he was thinking in his mind, Zhao Yuan had already left his training room and headed towards the deck without hesitation.
As soon as they arrived on the deck, they suddenly heard a huge roar, and saw that the small loft in the middle of the merchant ship's deck collapsed directly, and fragments shot out in all directions.
The powerful spiritual energy swept across all directions like a wave, covering most of Class A of the merchant ship. Several monks were even accidentally swept off the merchant ship by this wave of spiritual energy.
The merchant ship is still high in the sky, and these fallen monks may be directly seriously injured or even killed if they are not careful.
Now, fierce fighting broke out everywhere on the merchant ship, especially in the upper floors where the merchant ship guards rested.
Even though the hull of this spirit boat is made of high-grade spirit wood, it has also been refined and painted with formations.
However, at this time, the ship was still damaged under the fighting of many monks, and the hull of the ship continued to be damaged.
At this time, with a brief induction, you can feel the undisguised aura in the merchant ship. After careful induction, you can know that these blood cultivators have the upper hand.
Therefore, Zhao Yuan didn't have time to think carefully. The black iron sword in his hand trembled slightly and he rushed directly to Class A.
This time, let alone him, all the monks and mortals on this ship have a mutually beneficial relationship with the merchant ship's guards.
Therefore, no monk wanted to stay behind, so Zhao Yuan's spiritual consciousness swept away and headed directly towards a blood cultivator who was being besieged by more than ten mid-stage Qi Refining monks.
This blood cultivation level is at the ninth level of Qi refining, and the cultivation techniques are extremely weird. Therefore, even if seven or eight mid-level Qi refining monks join forces, they are still no match.
Once he is allowed to kill these monks and then free up his hands to support elsewhere, I am afraid that the battle situation will be even more unfavorable to them.
At this time, among the kicks that Zhao Yuan noticed, seven or eight middle-stage Qi-refining monks were restraining the blood cultivator.
However, because everyone's cooperation was not particularly bullish, the blood cultivator soon discovered the flaw.
Blood mist emerged, and many monks felt their bodies stagnant, and even felt that their mana and blood were being eroded.
The blood cultivator laughed and his body turned into a stream of blood light.
The method he practices is the art of turning blood into mist. The blood mist can continuously affect the monk's mind and mana, and can also affect the energy and blood of other monks.
Once these monks are deeply affected by his blood mist, it can not only easily capture these monks, but also easily refine and absorb these monks who have been soaked in his blood mist to increase their cultivation level.
Thinking of this in his mind, the blood cultivator's eyes became more and more crazy. With his fingers curled into claws, he was already heading towards a mid-stage Qi Refining monk, completely ignoring Zhao Yuan who was quietly approaching him while restraining his aura.
Just when the blood cultivator's skinny and dark hands were about to come into contact with the monk in the middle stage of Qi refining.
Suddenly, a dazzling sword light lit up from the blood mist, even dispelling a small part of the blood mist.
Until this time, the blood cultivator naturally reacted, and the blood in his eyes faded a lot when he encountered a life and death crisis.
The blood cultivator turned around, and the blood energy in his body exploded. In an instant, he appeared more than ten feet away. However, he used the blood escape technique to directly avoid Zhao Yuan's sword and did not confront him head-on.
However, Zhao Yuan practiced the Burning Sun Sword Technique and gained some understanding of swordsmanship, which was far beyond the reach of those monks who did not know swordsmanship and could only use swords to cut each other.
As soon as his mind changed, the blood and mana surged on his wrist, changing the trajectory of the sword and slashing at the blood cultivator again.
The sword energy surged and directly submerged the blood cultivator. At this moment, Zhao Yuan also came to the place where the blood cultivator was.
The monk who survived the disaster and almost died at the hands of the blood cultivator quickly bowed and saluted, "Thank you, senior, for your help!"
"It doesn't matter!" Zhao Yuan nodded indifferently, turned the black iron sword in his hand and looked at the blood cultivator.
"You should leave quickly to help other monks stabilize the situation on the ship and try to protect the magic circle on the ship.
The battle here is not something you can interfere with."
Not only will these monks staying here not be of any use to him, but they will also drag him down and make him take advantage of them.
If that blood cultivator could hold him and so many cultivators down by himself, he would probably laugh to death.
At this time, the figure of the blood cultivator finally emerged from the blood mist again, but although his face was a little pale due to too much blood consumption, there were not many injuries on his body.
Zhao Yuan was not surprised by this. After all, she was a monk at the ninth level of qi refining, which had surpassed 90% of the qi refining monks. What's more, she was still a blood cultivator. There were so many other monks. How could she have survived just one sword from him?
Seriously injured.
Looking at the monk, Zhao Yuan's eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, and he instantly jumped up to where the blood cultivator was fighting.
Because he killed the blood cultivator and obtained the Xumi Illusion, many of the blood cultivator's methods against normal cultivators were greatly reduced on him, and he felt extremely aggrieved for a while.
Originally, his cultivation skills were not as good as his, but now some of the methods used against normal monks were resolved by Zhao Yuan, and he couldn't help but feel anger in his heart.
For a moment, the two people collided with each other, and the magic weapons continued to bombard them. The movement almost caught up with the merchant ships in charge of the Qi Refining Perfection in the center of the battlefield, one against three.
boom!
The blood energy surged, and Zhao Yuan took a blow and flew out of the merchant ship. Fortunately, although he was only a Qi Refining monk and could not fly at all, and he did not have a flying magic weapon, he had reached the third level of Yunyanbu practice.
The spiritual energy in his body was running very fast. When he started to fall downwards, he stepped hard in the air and immediately returned to the original place.
This difficult practice of stepping on the air to use force could not be done many times even if he had powerful magic power in his body and had practiced Yunyanbu to the third level.
Otherwise, according to the height of the merchant ship at this time, there would be little chance of survival if it fell, and at the end it would be seriously injured and critically endangered.
The blood cultivator didn't seem to expect that he stepped on the air and returned to the merchant ship again. At this time, he was already halfway back with confidence.
He jumped to the top of Class A, jumped to the top of Xuexiu's head with one step, and unleashed his sword fiercely, with sword energy overflowing in all directions.
Seeing this, the blood cultivator quickly summoned a magic weapon, but at this moment, Zhao Yuan's heart moved and he used the blood drawing technique.
In an instant, the blood cultivator felt the energy and blood in his body surge backwards, as if he was beginning to break free from his control.
"The art of drawing blood? How could you possibly know the art of drawing blood?" His face was full of surprise, it was really unbelievable.
However, Zhao Yuan could not miss this opportunity to pursue his victory (to add insult to injury), so the sword did not lose its force and penetrated directly through his body, taking him out of the merchant ship at the same time.
The qi and blood in the body were out of control due to the influence of the blood drawing technique, and after being hit by this sword, most of the protection would be lost during the fall. If he fell from such a height again, the blood cultivator would probably be in trouble.