Wei Guanxing lost control of the flying sword.

In any teaching in the world of practitioners, practitioners’ control over the flying sword comes from constraints. It is easy to make the flying sword fly, but they must never pursue fast, and it is even more impossible to be as fast as possible beyond their own perception.

Beyond your own perception, even if your true energy is pulled by the runes on the flying sword, it cannot continue to penetrate into the sword body.

But when this sword flew out in his hand, it was not a sword, but an arrow.

He used his body as the bow and true energy as the string, and shot the sword like an arrow in the space at hand.

All he pursues is ultimate speed.

It is faster than that person's true energy method.

When the person's true energy penetrated into his skin, the person's heart veins were already pierced by his sword and he was already dead.

This arrow directly consumed nearly half of his true energy, but it was already a trivial price to kill a divine mind practitioner of the same realm.

When high-level practitioners fight, life and death are originally only on the front line.

The white-haired Mr. Bai, who was dressed in white, was instantly defeated, just because he was subconsciously limited by the teachings of the world of practitioners. He could not have imagined that someone could use a sword faster than his true energy means.

With one sword, Wei Guanxing fell down naturally.

He didn't want to waste a trace of true energy. If there were people like Yuan Taoist, he didn't have to worry about the other party's cultivator who could take this opportunity to kill him.

Mr. Feng is still walking against the wind.

Before he could land on the city wall, he could sense the death of his companions.

But he had no time to distract because he felt an extremely terrifying sword energy.

This sword energy is like a volcano erupting, with an unimaginable burning feeling.

He felt that in the next moment, a turbulent fire would surge in front of him.

Just as others don’t know whether he is a cultivator from He Sect, he doesn’t know that the other party is a cultivator from He Sect. He just feels that the other party completely burst out the true energy in his body at this moment.

Instead of continuing to land towards the city wall, he soared up in an instant, like a kite blown away by the wind, instantly turning into a black dot in the sky.

It is impossible for ordinary practitioners to do this.

But he can.

The moment he decided to do so, the red and green robe on his body flapped up, and his sleeves were as wide as two huge wings.

The true energy in his body flew out along the talisman line on his clothes, making his figure more flexible and casual in the air than a bird.

As he flew up the sky, he saw his opponent clearly.

Shen Kun held a small sword as red as flames in his hand.

Mr. Feng looked at Shen Kun and felt that this person's true energy should have been exhausted, so he fell from the sky, like a meteorite falling towards this person.

Shen Kun looked at him and smiled.

The little sword in his hand rose up.

Mr. Feng was thrilling.

The feeling of a volcanic eruption reappears.

His hair exploded and he flew up high again.

It's just that there is no real flame running through the air.

It has only momentum, but no real terrifying power bursts.

This is the Void Sword.

Shen Kun did not conceal that this was a virtual sword.

As long as he uses this Master's Sect's Sword, he can use such a virtual sword countless times without consuming much true energy.

But if the other party really thinks it must be a Void Sword, his Void Sword will become a true Sword.

Mr. Feng is very reluctant to fight with a cultivator like Shen Kun.

When he flew into the air again, he took a breath to think about it, and then decided not to fall to the city wall.

He flew towards the city.

The Northern Wei army wanted to seize the city of Zhongli, not the city wall.

The effect he can play in the city should be greater.

He didn't want to get entangled with a cultivator like Shen Kun anymore. In his opinion, no one could stop him from flying into this city.

But he was wrong.

Yuan Dao Ren glanced up.

The sky suddenly brightened.

Mr. Feng's red and green robe was shining with snow-white color by the sky, and there was no color.

The vitality in his clothes talisman line absorbed too much sun's heat and began to burn instantly.

Mr. Feng's body suddenly fell down.

As he had just calmed down his figure in horror, a sword light that blended into the same color as the sky light had already fallen on the back of his neck.

Just like a thin piece of paper being cut, his head was extremely smoothly separated from his body.

His head flew towards the city.

His body fell like a burnt bird toward the bottom of the city wall.

"senior……"

Chen Kun looked at Yuan Taoist in confusion.

Before this, he and Wei Guanxing and others felt that before their true energy was exhausted, the Yuan Daoist would be better not to take action unless there was an enemy that was difficult to deal with in the divine mind realm.

The power of the Yuan Taoist will naturally be left to those practitioners.

"I haven't moved my sword for a long time, and my murderous intention fades."

Yuan Taoist looked at the blood falling from the sky with faint eyes.

Several drops sprinkled on his face. He stretched out his fingers to wipe it off, looked at the bright red fingertips, and then said, "Kill one person first and sacrifice the sword."

Chen Kun smiled helplessly.

He admired this spirit of killing the gods and sacrificing the sword, but for the first time he felt fear from his heart and felt that practitioners in the realm of divine thoughts could be so weak.

Lin Yi was also very moved.

He knew very well that a practitioner like Yuan Taoist looked at him and he was really dead.

The divine thoughts, the saints, the wonderful truth, the divine confusion... The practitioner who entered the holy realm was so powerful that he could not understand at this time, not to mention that the three saints of Miaozhen in the south of the sky had already reached the Miaozhen in the past.

But he didn't have much time to sigh.

Because Xi Ruyu has arrived.

Xi Ruyu was still more than ten feet away before a breath, but after a breath, he had already arrived in front of him.

Two hands shining with glimmers fell to his chest like tiger claws.

Xi Ruyu had a solemn expression. The weapons he was good at using were spears, swords and heavy swords, but at this time he didn't even carry a thin flying sword on his body.

He believed that the best weapon to deal with the Tengshe heavy armor on Lin Yi was his own hands.

The material of this heavy armor is extremely special and it is difficult to cut through the sword. However, since the armor is made of pieces, his hands have the opportunity to remove the armor.

The fingers of a practitioner are originally more flexible and changeable than any weapon.

Most of the opponents Lin Yi faced before were too slow in his opinion, but Xi Ruyu was too fast for him at this time.

The Zhenhe Tower Heart in his hand had just hit forward, and Xi Ruyu had already turned sideways into his center line, and his hands had already landed on his chest plate.

The powerful true energy surged out of Xi Ruyu's fingertips, squeezed onto the armor, making a strange buzz.

Lin Yi instantly felt the deformation of his breastplate. He pressed his body forward without any hesitation!

His body is his weapon at this time.

The powerful force and the heavy power of the armor itself instantly pressed on Xi Ruyu's ten fingers.

Xi Ruyu's fingers sting violently, and he heard the sound of bone cracks.

His fingers shrank slightly, and then he fell towards the armor like lightning again!

Wherever his ten fingers fell, there were gaps caused by the impact of the vital energy and the pressing of powerful force at this time.
Chapter completed!