Dozens of ancestral witches put themselves into the prayer wheel. From the outside, they also became little people running on the prayer wheel!
It's just that they are going with history, while Lou Xiaoyi is going against history!
Collision is inevitable!
While Lou Xiaoyi was running, he felt a powerful force appearing in front of him. An ancestral witch transformed into a huge shaman, standing tall and striding forward, like a locomotive moving at full speed!
In the prayer wheel, no one can stop! They can't help but move around. There is no other way except to face each other head on!
The ancestral witch shouted again and again, and every sound he made was like thunder. With a big step, the city peaks were like toys under his feet.
The earth trembles and the mountains shake, and the apes and the mountains are shaken.
Lou Xiaoyi, on the other hand, kept silent and still maintained his usual rhythm. He was still in the mood to watch the history along the way while running, and continued to stimulate the purple energy with his kendo willpower!
Everyone has communicated with each other, why are you pretending to be stupid like this?
As for the ancestral witch in the front? Not worth mentioning! He has been fighting for three or four thousand years, and what he is best at is this kind of hedging and fighting to the death!
The two sides were approaching rapidly. Zu Wu's big sword was raised high above his head, and he was about to take advantage of the situation and smash it down. However, he never thought that the insignificant figure opposite him would suddenly change in speed...
First a meal, then a rush!
Da Ya couldn't find the rhythm of his swing for a moment. When he spotted the opponent's figure and swung down, a bright color had already passed between his neck!
Just like two friends who run towards each other and raise their hands to say hello when they meet; they meet in an instant, and they are separated in an instant, and each of them continues to run in the historical picture.
It's just that Lou Xiaoyi still ran calmly and naturally, with no disorder at all, but after Wu Xiang took a few steps, his feet were messy as if he was drunk. After a few steps, a mountain peak under his feet tripped him and sent him flying.
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In such a sudden stumble, a red line under his neck suddenly split open, and the boss's head burst out under the spurt of blood. Only one eye was still wide open, and he shouted:
"What a fast sword..."
For Lou Xiaoyi, such a battle makes his blood boil! Not to mention the semi-immortal stage, even after Zhenjun, no one seems to dare to fight him in such a scene!
This is his favorite way, kill quickly and die simply!
With the appearance of the first ancestral witch, these filthy natives began to appear in front of him one after another, the same involuntarily, the same will never stop!
History makes it impossible for them to join forces, because there is no point of overlap in the long river of time!
The blood is boiling and the murderous intention is rising. As soon as Lou Xiaoyi's sword is revealed, the will of swordsmanship is surging and uncontrollable!
Zi Qi finally relaxed under this will, and was no longer completely lifeless and indifferent!
But this is not enough!
Outside the prayer wheel, the ancestral witches were reborn and restored here one after another, and blood enveloped them. At this time, they were no longer the lofty and thoughtful half-immortals, but one by one because their foundations were damaged.
Ruined Desperado!
As soon as he recovered, he immediately put himself back into the prayer wheel. Dozens of ancestral witches expressed their attitude in this way!
They will not die in the prayer wheel! They can be reborn outside the prayer wheel! But the sword cultivator cannot. Once the sword cultivator is killed, he can only be reborn in the prayer wheel. As long as they persevere, as long as they are connected in a line, the sword cultivator can
If it causes continuous pressure, it will definitely kill him once!
After the first time, the next one will be much easier. The ancestral shamans who are always rushing towards him one after another will be able to take advantage of the sword cultivator's rebirth and unstable foothold to kill him continuously. Sooner or later, he will be killed until he can never be reincarnated again!
This is the strategy of the ancestral witches.
How many rounds have you died in? No one is counting! You can’t count this kind of bloody courage. If you count, you will be discouraged!
In this way of fighting, you must put aside your reason and give yourself to instinct!
Lou Xiaoyi didn’t count, he was too lazy to count! The pressure these ancestral witches put on him during the charge was the step to improve his will in swordsmanship!
And only a stronger will can open a gap in Zi Qi!
This purple energy has been communicated with him!
Even if it is delivered by an immortal!
But what he doesn't know is, when this wisp of purple energy creates the rules of heaven and earth like Hongmao, what kind of relationship exists between the two?
He knew that they should keep a distance from each other and not open the last layer of paper. He didn't want to recognize such a wealthy friend, but the problem was that he had to go out! Qingxuan and the other three didn't know what to do. Are they here? Not here. If so, where else can we go?
His kendo will stimulates the purple energy, which means only one thing: let me out!
He never mentions the fact that he has recognized the true face of Zi Qi, leaving room for both parties! But running down the road, even if he has killed hundreds of ancestral witches, the will of the sword can be condensed into substance. The gas is still neither painful nor itchy, so I feel relieved and do things in a perfunctory manner.
Such a response left him in a dilemma!
He was already riding a tiger! The ancestral witch was killed in such a disgraceful state that he fell into pieces. The purple energy did not bite him back or respond to him! Instead, he seemed like a clown in the prayer wheel!
Zi Qi, he knows very well what this is! He doesn’t want to provoke such a thing. The previous stimulation was just an attitude, not a real desire to do something.
But now, except for walking all the way to the dark side, he seems to have no other option?
At a place far enough away from the prayer wheel, there are also a large number of great witches at the level of true kings gathered. They were not summoned by the ancestral witches, but gathered because they felt that the prayer wheel was not right in the dirty soil, but they were killed again. The ancestral witches forcibly ordered not to come near!
This is the case in any realm or force when there is a battle. If you don't step forward to take action, it will be fine. If you intervene, if the ancestral witch fails, these great witches will not be able to escape the purge. This is what everyone in the world of cultivation knows. The default rules are still accepted even in remote places like dirt.
In their eyes, the prayer wheel has turned into a revolving lantern! Their ancestors risked their lives and rushed in, and then were cut out with a sword, without exception!
There is no need to ask who the murderer is. There are only a handful of people in this universe who can do this, but they don’t understand why they want to trap this great scourge in a prayer wheel?
Even if they fight in a dirty space, at least they still have the advantage of numbers, which is different from being in a prayer wheel, just like a slaughterhouse!
The huge prayer wheel has completely lost its previous rotation rhythm. It has become fast and slow, bright and dark, and it has to swing a few times from time to time. The swings make the wizards tremble with fear!
They dare not imagine that if something goes wrong with that wisp of purple energy, will the ancient dirt still have the foundation to exist?
Originally, the change of the era was enough to bother them, but they didn't expect that before the new era came, they had to wait for the Lou Shigun first.
