Chapter 321: One Sword to Several Jindan Monks (1/2)
In the dark night, on the battlefield, on the dilapidated city wall, a young girl looked up at the fifteen powerful enemies in the air and silently drew her sword.
At this moment, the cold wind of the winter night blew over, blowing the girl's clothes constantly, making her look very weak, as if she could not stand steadily and would fall down with the wind;
Under the tower, there were the sounds of fighting and noise made by the Xuanqin soldiers when they attacked the city. These sounds gathered together and formed a sound wave, wrapped in the smell of blood and corpses, rushing up together, as if the battlefield evil spirit was mocking her for not knowing the height of the world and spitting on her for overestimating her own abilities.
"Hahaha..."
A Xuanqin Jindan period cultivator laughed loudly. A small foundation-building cultivator dared to draw his sword against the fifteen powerful Yuntianmen cultivators and threatened to kill the Jindan cultivator... This should be the funniest joke he has heard this year.
"Hahaha..."
His fellow brothers and nephews also found it funny and funny, and laughed too.
"Hahahahaha..."
The more they thought about it, the funnier it got. They laughed so hard that they fell backwards. More and more people laughed, and the sound of their laughter became louder and louder, which even covered up the huge noise of the siege on the city wall.
As expected of a high-ranking cultivator.
Fifteen powerful Xuanqin cultivators stood in the air, laughing wildly. A foundation-building girl from Beichu stood on the city wall, looking up at them, silent.
Suddenly, at a certain moment, the Jindan cultivators in the sky found that the girl on the city wall was gone! Right under their noses, the weak foundation-building cultivator disappeared!
The laughter slowly stopped, one Jindan cultivator stopped, two Jindan cultivators stopped, three Jindan cultivators stopped...
The sound of fighting on the battlefield surged up from the ground again, and the murderous aura made them uneasy.
They couldn't find the girl, and the laughter in the air completely disappeared.
The extremely cold wind in the sky howled again...
For some reason, below was a battlefield where desperate and crazy fighting was going on, and the soldiers were shouting and killing, but these fifteen Xuanqin monks felt that the world was so quiet. They had a feeling that their hearts were suppressed by some terrifying power.
Suddenly...
"Squeak!"
This was the sound of a sword piercing the body!
The sound was very close!
A Xuanqin monk named Qingyuan felt his scalp tingling. He quickly looked towards the sound and saw that a fellow nephew in the late stage of foundation building had his defensive magic weapon pierced by the purple sword energy like stars. The purple sword energy remained on the magic weapon and pierced into his body.
The sword energy remained...Qingyuan thought of something and his face changed drastically. He hurried to look for the foundation building girl again, but in the vast night, there was no shadow of her in the darkness.
"What kind of body movement is this?" He became more and more solemn.
"Ahhh..."
Just then, the fellow nephew who was stabbed with a sword suddenly cried out in pain.
"?" Qing Yuan looked over and felt something was wrong.
The next second...
"Boom!"
The fellow disciple suddenly exploded, and countless purple sword qi shot out from his body. He was instantly cut into blood foam from the inside out by the sharp sword qi.
In the darkness, countless tiny purple sword qi exploded from the body of the Xuan Qin cultivator, and the splashing blood beads blurred the purple color of the purple sword qi... At this moment, he looked like a gorgeous firework.
Seeing this scene, Qing Yuan couldn't help but feel a chill on his back!
What kind of sword technique is this? ! !
He had some guesses, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the purple sword qi that exploded didn't dissipate at all, but shot towards them.
"Be careful of the sword qi!" He reminded hurriedly.
There were five sword qi flying towards him. He pinched the formula, summoned a divine light, and went towards the sword qi.
"Puff!"
The divine light collided with the sword energy, and four sword energies were wiped out by his divine light, but one sword energy cut his divine light and continued to kill him.
"Is this the sword energy of a foundation-building cultivator?" He was horrified, and used another divine light to wipe out the sword energy.
He hurriedly looked at other fellow disciples, because he was a Jindan cultivator, and it was so difficult to deal with this sword energy, so what about other foundation-building cultivators?
And as he worried, other Jindan cultivators also had difficulty defending, and those foundation-building cultivators needed to defend with all their strength... Some even couldn't defend!
A foundation-building disciple with a weak foundation was pierced through the chest by a sword energy, and it seemed that he would not survive.
Qingyuan took out the pill, showed his body, flew to the side of this disciple, and fed him the pill.
But...
This pill was useless, the wound could not heal, and the bleeding continued. This disciple was in great pain and wanted to die.
Qing Yuan ripped open his clothes and saw purple sword energy swirling on his wound, which was still devouring his body crazily!
"Sword Intention!! It's Sword Intention!!" The sword energy did not dissipate, and finally made Qing Yuan react. He couldn't believe it and shouted, "My God, this foundation-building sword cultivator has comprehended the sword intention!!"
Such a terrifying sword energy, such a terrifying sword intention! Qing Yuan was filled with fear. Tonight, could it be that a Jindan cultivator would really die at the hands of this foundation-building cultivator?
"Bang!"
Qing Yuan was afraid, but suddenly heard another explosion. He trembled all over and looked over. Another foundation-building cultivator's defense artifact was penetrated and exploded... The sharp sword energy made their defense seem useless!
"Master... Uncle Master..." The disciple in his arms suddenly called him. He lowered his head, and the disciple begged, "Kill... Kill me!"
Being possessed by the sword energy with sword intent, the sword energy is indestructible, and the person will be eaten away bit by bit... This process is extremely painful and desperate.
The purple fireworks over there exploded, and the tiny purple sword energy like a venomous snake shot over...
"Ah ah..." Qingyuan raised his head and roared, and then pierced his fellow nephew's eyebrows with one finger.
He never thought in his life that one day he would be hunted as prey by a foundation-building cultivator, and would be forced to this extent to kill his fellow nephew with his own hands.
"Devil, she is a devil in the dark!" He heard a fellow nephew muttering.
He gritted his teeth, bloodshot eyes appeared in his eyes, he scanned the darkness inch by inch, trying to find the devil and cut her into pieces!
"Gather together!" A fellow nephew was still awake and shouted loudly, "She can only sneak attack, don't give her another chance."
As soon as he said this, the other Xuanqin cultivators subconsciously flew towards him. They all basically agreed with what he said. Fighting alone, it seemed that they could not defeat this foundation-building cultivator, but as long as they gathered together, they should be fine.
Qingyuan flew to the side of his fellow disciples and secretly counted them, and found that there were only nine people left.
Two disciples were killed by the demon himself. The sword energy after the first disciple exploded accidentally killed a fellow disciple; the sword energy after the second disciple exploded accidentally killed three fellow disciples.
He felt waves of fear in his heart, and waves of anger surged... But in the blink of an eye, the demon killed six of their disciples.
He looked at the others, and they all had the same posture, fear, anger, and silence.
"When did Junior Brother Qingxin die?" someone asked.
This was a disciple of Yuntian Sect who was infinitely close to the golden elixir, from Qingyuan's generation, and his strength was extremely powerful, but he seemed to have been shot to death by the accumulated sword energy.
"Let's stand together and not give her a chance..." the senior brother said again, "When she shows up, we will kill her... She is just the last cultivator of Beichu, struggling to death."
Qingyuan wanted to say that this was obviously not a casual cultivator, but must be a core disciple of a large sect, but he didn't say it, because at this moment, even if the woman was a disciple of Lingnan Xianzong, she must die!
In the darkness, in the cold wind, in silence, in the dead silence, nine Xuanqin cultivators gathered together, waiting for something.
At a certain moment...
Qingyuan suddenly felt a sharp intention in the darkness, and he was startled, and the spell was subconsciously used!
"Kill!" He shouted.
A thick divine light hit the darkness!
The divine light entered the darkness, and suddenly aroused the darkness. A slender figure appeared in the darkness, and a purple sword energy penetrated the divine light, splitting the divine light vertically, and went straight to Qingyuan's face.
"Ha!" This terrifyingly sharp sword energy shocked Qingyuan, and he cast a spell again in a hurry, pushing forward, and the divine light spread out into a shield to block the sword energy.
"Pah!"
The divine light shattered in response!
The sword energy with sword intent did not shatter, but was mostly wiped out, but there was still a very small one that continued to come towards Qingyuan.
"My life is over!" Qingyuan thought to himself, he didn't expect that he couldn't withstand a single move.
At this moment, a flying sword came from behind him, split the sword energy in his face, and then went towards the girl.
"Huh!" Qingyuan was still in shock, and looked over there again, only to see that the flying sword blocked the girl, and with a "ding" sound, it was split away by her sword energy.
"That's my senior brother's flying sword!" Qingyuan said secretly, he didn't expect that he couldn't defeat the foundation-building girl.
Fortunately, the next moment, other fellow disciples also took action, and spells and magic weapons surged up, drowning the girl.
"Is she dead?" someone asked.
"Shouldn't..." Qingyuan wanted to answer, but before he could speak, the magic weapons were split by the purple sword energy.
"Swish, swish, swish..."
Purple sword energy overflowed!
All the magic weapons were blown back!
A girl holding a sword appeared there, her eyes were purple, like stars. She looked at the remaining nine Xuanqin monks and finally spoke: "Master said that zero multiplied by any number is zero. No matter how many trash there are, they are still trash! Even if you are together, you are still trash!"
Her voice was indifferent, without any emotion.
After she finished speaking, she held the sword forward and pointed to the opposite side, and a huge sword energy condensed from the darkness, and stars appeared in the sky to complement it.
"Flying Fairy from the Sky!" She whispered.
These people thought they couldn't beat her because they were scattered, but they didn't know that they were not her opponents even if they gathered together.
The terrifying sword energy flying across made the nine monks feel the unparalleled suppression. At this moment, they seemed to be facing a Yuanying old monster.
"Monster, this is a monster!" Someone actually collapsed. A dignified Jindan cultivator was treated like a pig by a foundation-building cultivator. This was beyond his understanding, and his worldview collapsed. Under this terrifying sword energy, he turned and fled.
"Qingming!" Qingyuan shouted, but failed to stop him from escaping. This man could not do more, because he had to fight this sword energy with other fellow disciples!
"Boom!"
A loud bang!
Outside Wuyi City, above the bloody and terrifying battlefield, in the darkness, a huge purple light ball crashed into a colorful light ball. In an instant, led by the purple light, various colors bloomed in the darkness!
Extremely gorgeous, extremely beautiful!
The battlefield below was illuminated, and the soldiers who were fighting bloody looked up at the sky and could not help but be stunned...
What beautiful fireworks!
...But they didn't know how many Jindan-stage cultivators were needed for this firework.