As the male cultivator drew ever closer, and under the pressure of his murderous aura, Feng Shenlang had nowhere left to retreat.
However, seeing the male cultivator's strange state, Feng Shenlang did not want to have a direct conflict with him. Instead, he thought of removing his weapon first and then seeing what would happen next.
However, the male cultivator didn't have so many schemes; he rushed over as soon as he thought of Feng Shenlang.
Suddenly, Feng Shenlang transformed into a blade and slipped into an extremely narrow gap next to the male cultivator.
Such a gap would be impossible for an ordinary cultivator to squeeze through, but since Feng Shenlang's true form is a sword, squeezing through it is naturally no problem for him.
The male cultivator was stunned for a moment when he saw his enemy disappear before he realized that the sword he had just used was most likely his opponent.
He hurriedly turned around, only to see that Feng Shenlang had already transformed into a human.
"Huh?!" The male cultivator uttered a strange question, but seeing an enemy in front of her, she attacked without hesitation.
Feng Shenlang also charged forward without hesitation. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a blade once more, rushing to the back of the male cultivator with lightning speed.
The male cultivator reacted very quickly, holding a knife in his left hand and a sword in his right, and immediately attacked Feng Shenlang with the knife.
However, this attack was forcefully stopped by Feng Shenlang.
The attack failed, and the male cultivator roared in anger, his eyes turning bloodshot, and even the weapon in his hand emitted an aura similar to blood.
The crimson aura burst forth, completely enveloping Feng Shenlang's body.
Surrounded by that strange gas, Feng Shenlang felt dizzy and disoriented, unable to distinguish east from west or north from south.
At that very moment, the cultivator rushed over, attacking Feng Shenlang Feng Shenlang with his sword, while simultaneously using his knife to finish him off.
"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."
At the critical moment, Feng Shenlang's body suddenly trembled slightly, and her body abruptly turned into a cloud of gas, as if her entire body had become nothingness.
The male cultivator's attack landed, but it pierced right through Feng Shenlang's empty body.
For a moment, Feng Shenlang's body seemed to have reached a higher dimension. Although he could see her presence, he was unable to attack her.
The male cultivators were also taken aback by this scene, looking around but still not understanding what was going on.
Suddenly, the male cultivator opened his mouth, and a burst of black gas shot out. When Feng Shenlang's body came into contact with that gas, he suddenly became weak.
Seeing that he could only be gradually worn down by the male cultivators if things continued this way, Feng Shenlang stopped delaying, transformed into human form, and continued his one-on-one battle with the male cultivators.
Feng Shenlang's goal was very clear from the beginning: he didn't want Xing Min, a male cultivator; he only wanted to remove the two weapons in her hands and study them carefully.
Therefore, Feng Shenlang had been relentlessly attacking the opponent's arm, and every time he transformed into a treasured sword, he would attack the male cultivator's arm.
The male cultivator seemed to retain basic consciousness, and it didn't take long for him to come to his senses.
After understanding Feng Shenlang's purpose, the male cultivators subconsciously protected their swords and blades, always trying to keep a certain distance from Feng Shenlang to avoid being hit directly by his attacks.
Fortunately, the weapon in the male cultivator's hand was long enough, so even if he didn't engage in close combat with Feng Shenlang, it wouldn't have a significant impact on him.
The male cultivator and Feng Shenlang remained entangled for the entire duration of an incense stick burning.
As time passed, Feng Shenlang's forehead gradually became covered with cold sweat. He hadn't forgotten that he was still in a hurry!
"This can't go on forever; it seems it's time to change our tactics," Feng Shenlang thought to himself.
He quickly changed his battle plan, because as a sword spirit, she could easily sense the status of all the weapons around her.
The moment the male cultivator attacked again, Feng Shenlang suddenly unleashed a burst of spiritual power at the sword and saber.
"Huh?!" Now it was Feng Shenlang's turn to be surprised. After that brief contact, Feng Shenlang was astonished to discover that the sword and the blade seemed to possess their own consciousness.
However, both the knife and the sword protected their own consciousness power, which is why they could not be easily seen through by ordinary cultivators.
This was the first time Feng Shenlang had ever felt such pressure when facing cold weapons.
Previously, no matter what weapon it was, as long as he controlled it with his mental power, there was no situation he couldn't handle. But now, she had truly met her match.
"He has his own will; it seems that both of the things he has are treasures," Feng Shenlang thought to himself.
However, at such a critical juncture, Feng Shenlang felt more excitement than fear.
He was excited to discover that there were weapons in this world that he couldn't defeat. This time, he had really come to the right place in the Weapon Immortal Realm.
There's a saying that there are always people better than you, and mountains beyond mountains. You'll never understand the truth of this statement unless you go out and see for yourself.
When the male cultivator launched another attack, Feng Shenlang suddenly closed his eyes. Compared to his previous frantic actions, his aura suddenly became calm and unhurried.
He seemed completely unfazed by his opponent's overwhelming attack.
However, the male cultivator, whose mind had already been controlled, did not notice anything strange about Feng Shenlang and attacked again.
To prevent Feng Shenlang from taking away his treasure, he deliberately kept his distance from Feng Shenlang.
However, he didn't know that this time, no matter how much he kept his distance from Feng Shenlang, it would be useless.
Furthermore, the moment the male cultivator's weapon touched Feng Shenlang, his weapon instantly turned into a wisp of green smoke, completely returning to nothingness.
This time, the attack aimed at Feng Shenlang was a sword strike. However, as the sword disappeared, the remaining blade also became blurry and began to slowly dissipate.
Before the male cultivator could react, the two weapons in his hands had already vanished.
"Huh?!" The male cultivator looked at his palm, clearly not having reacted yet.
In fact, those swords and sabers did not truly disappear; they remained in the hands of male cultivators.
It was merely manifested through the will of the Feng Shenlang.