With fluttering purple clothes and dancing black hair, Wang Teng took a small step forward and was in front of him in an instant. His whole body exuded a sharp aura, restrained and mysterious, and his eyes were as deep as the ocean, possessing supreme grace.
As the core disciple of the Spirit Sword Sect, together with Innate Sword Heart, Wang Teng, his swordsmanship is astonishing among his peers. Just standing there straight, like a divine sword about to be unsheathed, makes it difficult for ordinary monks to look at him.
"You Rogue Cultivator are just frogs in the well. How have you ever seen Immortal Sects's true supreme swordsmanship?"
Wang Teng's momentum increased, his voice was loud, purple clothes were flying, and several rays of sword light shot out from the spiritual sword above his head, connecting the sky and the earth.
Each sword light is extremely huge, transformed by Sword Qi, dazzling and suffocating.
Murderous aura filled the air, and the entire top of Beacon Platform seemed to have entered nine cold winters. The endless cold wind blew by, and the sword light was filled with a chilling atmosphere.
"Death!"
Wang Teng roared angrily, and the panicked sword light above his head immediately shot towards the holes of Xu Yan and Daoist San Zui.
"That's a bluff! I have been practicing Daoism for nearly a hundred years, and a genius disciple like you can't kill anyone with less than two hands!"
Daoist San Zui cursed angrily, and quickly threw out the sand in his hand. As he slowly moved his palms, a bright yellow hill slowly emerged in front of him, shaking out a terrifying momentum, like a violent wave hitting the sky.
"Boom!"
Daoist San Zui The hill in front of him rose in the wind, towering in front of him with unparalleled pressure.
"Go!"
Daoist San Zui Use both hands to make a secret and throw the hill violently.
His Qi Refining Perfection aura was unmistakable. Above his head, a large mountain appeared across the sky, rumbling in the sky as if passing through ancient time and space, with strands of green light flowing on it, causing the surrounding world to shake. The endless magnificence and atmosphere made people feel uneasy and their souls trembled.
Daoist San Zui used all the means to suppress the bottom of the box. The name of this sand is Myriad Illusion Sand. It is an extremely rare natural treasure. When activated by Magic Power, it can be condensed into the earth spell Divine Ability, which is extremely powerful.
"Rumble"
The mountains shot through the air, the sound was like a galloping horse, and the force was like thunder.
Seeing the mountains taking shape, Wang Teng looked disdainful at first. However, when he saw the mountains rising from the flat ground and the great mountains descending from the sky, his face tightened and he showed a dignified look.
"This old guy is really awesome." Feeling the Daoist San Zui amazing Divine Ability, Xu Yan secretly praised it in his heart.
The Flying Sword above his head made a soft sound, and he also used the method of pressing the bottom of the box.
"Sword Qi Like Rain!"
Xu Yan had a serious face and stood upright on the ground. There was also a sharp aura all over his body, like a divine sword, with its sharp edge revealed and piercing the sky.
One after another Sword Qi breeds from Greenedge Sword and continues to amplify.
"Not weaker than our sect's swordsmanship Divine Ability!" Feeling the aura around Xu Yan, Wang Teng's complexion suddenly changed at this moment!
If it were ordinary Rogue Cultivator, he would not take it seriously at all, but the two people in front of him were obviously terrifying and abnormal, which gave him a bad premonition.
A wisp of light rose up on Xu Yan's body, and his whole body became extremely sharp, like a peerless sword.
"Death!"
The terrifying sword light cut through the space, and the sharp Sword Qi turned into a terrifying storm. The sword light was dazzling, shocking and intimidating.
"Boom!"
The huge sword light emitted by Wang Teng collided violently with the mountains, like the sky and the earth breaking apart, the mountains breaking and the sea collapsing, and the dazzling light shot out in all directions.
"Click"
The huge sword light was indestructible, and the great mountain formed by Myriad Illusion Sand was completely shattered.
"Poof!"
The exotic treasure was broken, and Daoist San Zui was hit. He spat out a mouthful of blood on the spot, and his momentum weakened a little.
The majestic sword light continued to strike, striking at the two of them head-on. This powerful attack made people despair.
At this moment, the Sword Formula style Xu Yan sent out was completely chopped away.
The sky was full of sword light, which was breathtaking. This Sword Qi storm instantly blasted away those sword lights, and shot towards Wang Teng without losing force.
"Pfft!" "Pfft!"
After Wang Teng slashed out those terrifying sword lights, he had no time to react and was pierced by several Sword Qi.
A trail of blood flowed down the tattered purple robe. If the purple robe on this person was not a top-quality Magic Artifact, and he fell under the terrifying Sword Qi just now, this person would have completely fallen.
Even so, Wang Teng suffered extremely serious injuries.
At this moment, Burly Demonic Cultivator was in extremely miserable condition and was about to fall into the hands of Meng Shan.
Time is extremely tight, if we wait for Meng Shan to free his hands, both of them will end up here.
After Xu Yan and Daoist San Zui looked at each other, they both saw the horrifying thoughts in each other's eyes.
"Death!"
Two sounds came out at the same time, and two spells hit Wang Teng at the same time, completely killing this person.
The moment the man fell to the ground, a strange red light emerged from Wang Teng's body, resembling Flying Sword, and shot toward Xu Yan and Daoist San Zui.
The blood-red sword was so fast that the two of them couldn't dodge it, so they were shot by the red-light sword.
At the same time, an old and angry voice sounded in their minds.
"Destroy my good deeds and destroy me Sword Puppet. Even if you run away to the ends of the earth, I will kill you all!"
"No! It's Spirit Sword Sect Blood Sword Heart Curse! This curse is condensed from the blood of the monks, and it is one of the core Secret Art of the Spirit Sword Sect."
Daoist San Zui screamed in surprise, his face turned pale.
"What does this curse do?" Xu Yan also had an ugly look on his face. After the blood-colored sword entered his body, he felt a sense of irritation.
"You're dead this time! This Blood Sword Heart Curse can locate the monk's position. The person who is under this spell is like an open flame in the black, extremely conspicuous to the person who casts the spell."
"This curse is a way for the big shot Spirit Sword Sect to protect his disciples. This person is also a big man. Why didn't he tell him about Blood Sword Heart Curse earlier? If he knew about it, his life would definitely not be harmed."
Daoist San Zui was already trembling all over at this moment. The worst monk who could condense Blood Sword Heart Curse was Elder Spirit Sword Sect Foundation Establishment Realm. Thinking of this, a look of despair appeared on his face.
Hearing this, Xu Yan felt a thump in his heart, feeling like disaster was imminent.
Inside the Spirit Sword Sect, beside a sword cliff in the back mountain, a middle-aged Sword Cultivator with firm features was sitting cross-legged next to a piece of Sword-Comprehension Stone.
Suddenly, the complexion of the middle-aged Sword Cultivator changed drastically, and he exuded a terrifying aura. Within a radius of ten feet, the earth and rocks suddenly collapsed, and all buildings were destroyed.
"How brave! How dare you kill me, Sword Puppet!" The middle-aged Sword Cultivator stood up straight, his face extremely ferocious.
Wang Teng was adopted by him since he was a child, which is related to the opportunity to achieve Golden Core Dao in the future. If it is destroyed at this time, decades of hard work will be in vain.
From the top of Beacon Platform, Xu Yan grabbed Wang Teng Storage Bag and took out Formation Banner.
"There is still a chance of survival after leaving Ancient Ruins Battlefield. If we continue to stay, there is no chance of survival." Xu Yan suppressed the irritability in his heart, poured Magic Power into it and yelled at Daoist San Zui.
"That's right! Either way, you will die, so why not fight for a chance of survival!" Daoist San Zui took Formation Banner with a ruthless look on his pale face.