He was directly shocked more than ten feet away, fell to the ground heavily, and kept vomiting blood.

Bai Yuelu didn't move.

She didn't even look back at Lin Yi.

Because she was sure that as long as she made a move, the void sword enshrined in the Southern Dynasty Palace would also fall on her body.

The difference is that Lin Yi will not die if she bears such a sword, but she will die if she bears such a sword.

This Southern Dynasty Worshipper was definitely not the strongest among the Divine Mind Realm cultivators she had ever seen, but it was certainly the most tenacious and cohesive of the True Yuan among the Divine Mind Realm cultivators she had ever seen.

In the practice on weekdays, this Southern Dynasty worshipper must have constantly compressed and compressed the true yuan in his body, so that he could form such a condensed and powerful void sword in such a short period of time.

Extreme compression meant that with the same sword, he would definitely consume much more true yuan than ordinary cultivators.

Chen Qianru undoubtedly knew this better than her, so he didn't make a move, he had to wait for the other party to consume some of his own strength.

This approach was naturally a bit cruel to Lin Yi, but just by taking action, she knew that the methods of this imperial city worshipper were probably even more cruel.

She has to make the other person feel harmless.

So she even pretended to be some fear in the depths of her eyes, her whole body trembled constantly, and the aura on her body gradually dispersed.

She pretended to be very similar, in this regard, she was even more experienced than fighting, even Chen Qianru thought that she was really scared, and she didn't even have the courage to shoot.

Diesel Salt smiled faintly.

Such a frightened and seriously injured cultivator did not seem to him the slightest threat.

His gaze only fell on Chen Qianru, this military advisor of the Chen family has been famous for a long time, even if he is at the end of his rope at this time, he still needs to be cautious enough to avoid being injured by his last means of fighting.

There was a boom.

The true yuan that shone with a yellowish luster erupted in front of him, and unlike the condensed beam of ordinary cultivators, his true yuan was condensed like heavy gravel, each of which was very crystalline.

Therefore, at this moment, the eruption of the True Yuan was like a puff of yellow sand surging in front of him.

A void sword formed purely from the condensation of Yuan Qi, reflecting the sunlight, stabbed towards Chen Qianru's chest.

It seems to be the same sword, but this void sword seems to be jumping on the waves, but it is obviously some kind of exquisite sword move, and even because of the change in speed, it gives people the illusion that it comes and goes in perception.

Chen Jianru couldn't avoid this sword.

Because the other party's cultivation is not below him, and the other party does not cherish the true yuan at all, the sword moves used are a means that make it impossible for him to avoid and force him to take it hard.

His iron ruler-like sword had been lost, but when he stretched out his hand, he had already grasped Lin Yi's sword in his hand.

A graceful sword light swept upward, like a light morning light.

There was a soft snort.

The crystal void sword touched his sword light, but it didn't seem to be connected, and it seemed to fall on not a sword, but an incomparably slippery thing.

The void sword slid out of the sword, passed over Chen Qianru's head, and landed on the ground in the distance.

There was a loud bang.

It was just a virtual sword falling to the ground, but it was like a city gate tower smashing into the mud from the air, making a huge roar and splashing a circle of mud waves.

Chen Qianru's arms sank slightly, he took two steps back, and stepped into the dirt with both feet a foot.

The second void sword has arrived, and he swings his sword to block it again, and then retreats.

Then came the third sword.

It seemed to be just the same picture, but on the second sword, the wounds on Chen Jianru's body had already cracked, and on the third sword, blood mist was vibrated in the skin on his body.

Diesel Salt looked at the Chen family military division who had reached the limit, and his eyes were full of emotion.

He didn't expect that the other party would be able to catch his three swords in such a situation.

Although he firmly grasped the situation in the field, such a seemingly understated three swords were also like moving three hills for him.

The loss of his true yuan was very intense, and the aura on his body was also shocking.

He was very uncomfortable, his body was not comfortable, it was uncomfortable to consume too much precious true yuan, and it was not comfortable to kill a person like Chen Qianru, so he decided to use this fourth sword to end everything.

There was another buzz in the air.

The fourth void sword is formed.

However, at this moment, his eyes flickered violently.

There are many reasons for his mood fluctuations at this time.

The young cultivator who had been knocked away by his sword before actually stood up in the dust of the ground.

That young cultivator had definitely not reached the Divine Mind Realm, and he had obviously been injured before.

Even if he wasn't injured, he never thought that after the cultivators under the Divine Thought Realm could stand up after he forcibly took his sword.

It's a weird thing.

At the same time, it was also very strange that he felt a dark force fall on his body, and some grit seemed to suddenly appear in his bloodlines and meridians.

Although the power of these "gritty" was very weak compared to him, it still made his true element flow slightly blocked.

Then the girl, who had been terrified before, suddenly raised her head and looked at him with a calm gaze.

A lot of weirdness made him feel ominous.

There was no hesitation.

With a snort, his fourth sword stabbed straight at the girl in the carriage, or more strictly speaking, at the girl and the carriage behind her, because the gloomy aura came from the carriage behind her.

He's not pedantic, he's cold, but cautious, and he can make a fifth sword.

Chen Duan raised his head like Huo Ran.

His face was extremely pale, but at this moment, a sickly bright red appeared.

The sword in his hand slashed out again, but instead of turning into a morning light, it turned into a muffled thunder, a huge hammer!

His feet broke out of the dirt, and with an indomitable momentum, he instantly reached Bai Yuelu's side, and the sword in his hand made a hoarse sound, repelling the air in front of him, and slammed heavily on this crystal void sword.

Click!

The crystalline void sword shattered like glass.

Chen Duru was also like Lin Yi at the beginning, he was shocked backwards and flew out, and blood spurted wildly from his mouth.

The crystalline fragments recoiled onto Diesel Salt's body, and blood flowers appeared on his body.

Bang!

Bai Yuelu's body was shaken by the majestic force, and her back slammed into the carriage behind her, and sawdust flew down.

At the same time, however, Diesel Salt felt the deadliest danger coming from her.

His whole body threw himself forward, as if he had been pushed hard from behind.

Some broken black hair flew out of the back of his head with a line of blood.

On the back of his head, a shallow bloody wound appeared.

A sinister flying sword failed to pierce the back of his head and flew past his scalp.