Wei Guanxing lost control of the flying sword.

In the teachings of any cultivator's world, a cultivator's control over the flying sword comes from constraints, and it is easy to make the flying sword fly, but it is absolutely impossible to pursue blindly fast, let alone faster than one's own perception.

Beyond his own perception, even if his true yuan had the traction of the runes on the body of the flying sword, it was impossible for him to continuously penetrate the sword body.

It's just that when the sword flew out of his hand, it was not a sword, but an arrow.

He used his body as a bow and the true element as a string, and shot the sword like an arrow within a few minutes.

All he pursues is extreme speed.

It's faster than that person's true means.

When that person's true essence penetrated his skin, that person's heart had already been pierced by his sword, and he was already dead.

This arrow directly consumed nearly half of his True Yuan, but it was already an insignificant price for killing a Divine Mind cultivator of the same realm.

High-level cultivators fight, and life and death are originally only on the front line.

This white-clothed and white-haired Mr. Bai was defeated in an instant, just because he was subconsciously limited by the teachings of the cultivator world, he couldn't imagine that someone could use a sword faster than his True Yuan means.

A sword killed this Divine Mind Realm cultivator, and Wei Guanxing fell down naturally.

He didn't want to waste any more True Yuan, with someone like the Yuan Dao Man existing, he didn't have to worry about any cultivators on the other side who could take this opportunity to kill him.

Mr. Wind is still riding against the wind.

Before he had even fallen to the wall, he sensed the death of his companion.

It's just that he didn't have time to be distracted, because he felt an extremely terrifying sword aura.

This sword qi was like a volcano erupting, with an unimaginably burning sensation.

He instinctively felt that in the next moment, there would be a blazing fire surging in front of him.

Just as others didn't know what cultivator he was from, he didn't know that the other party was a cultivator of what sect, he just felt that the other party had completely burst out the true yuan in his body at this moment.

He did not continue to fall towards the city wall, but in an instant, he soared, like a kite blown away by the wind, and instantly turned into a black dot in the sky.

It is impossible for an ordinary practitioner to do this.

But he could.

The moment he decided to do so, his red-green robe puffed up, and his sleeves were as wide as two giant wings.

The True Yuan in his body flew out along the runes on his clothes, making his figure more flexible and casual than a bird in the air.

As he flew upwards, he saw his opponent clearly.

Shen Kun's hand held a small sword as red as a flame.

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

Shen Kun looked at him and smiled.

The small sword in his hand was raised.

Mr. Wind is thrilled.

The feeling of a volcanic eruption is coming back.

His hair exploded, and the whole person flew high into the air again.

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

There is no real outbreak of terror.

This is the Void Sword.

Shen Kun also did not hide that this was a false sword.

As long as he used this master's infanning sword, he could use such a void sword countless times without consuming much true yuan.

It's just that if the other party really thinks that it must be a virtual sword, his virtual sword will become a real sword.

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

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

He flew towards the city.

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

He should have played a greater role in entering the city.

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

However, he was wrong.

The original Taoist glanced up.

The sky was bright.

Mr. Wind's red-green robe was so white that it was hard to distinguish the color.

The vitality in his clothes absorbed too much solar heat, and it began to burn in an instant.

Mr. Wind's body suddenly fell.

Just as he was stunned to stabilize his figure, a sword light that fused with the light of the sky had already landed on the back of his neck.

Like a thin piece of paper being cut open, his head was detached from his body with great ease.

His head flew toward the city.

His body fell like a charred bird under the walls.

"Senior ......"

Shen Kun looked at the original Daoist with some puzzlement.

Prior to this, he and Wei Guanxing and everyone else felt that before their True Yuan was exhausted, it was best for the Origin Dao people not to make a move, unless there was an enemy that was difficult to deal with in the Divine Mind Realm.

The power of the original path people should naturally be reserved for that kind of cultivator.

"I haven't moved my sword for a long time, and the killing intent has faded. ”

The original Daoist looked at the flying blood spilled in the sky with a faint gaze.

A few drops were sprinkled on his face, and he stretched out his fingers to wipe them away, looking at the red on his fingertips, and continued: "Kill one person first, sacrifice the sword." ”

Shen Kun smiled helplessly.

He admired this kind of god-killing sword spirit, but for the first time, he felt fear from the bottom of his heart, and felt that a cultivator of the Divine Mind Realm could be so weak.

Lin Yi was also very emotional.

He knew very well that if a cultivator like the Yuan Dao Man looked at him, he would really die.

Divine thoughts, sanctification, truthfulness, and confusion...... The cultivators who had entered the Holy Realm were already so powerful that he couldn't understand them at this time, let alone the Three Saints of the Southern Heaven who had already reached Miaozhen back then.

But he didn't have much time to sigh.

Because Xi Ruyu has already arrived.

Before Xi Ruyu took a breath, he was obviously still more than ten zhang away, but after a breath, he was already in front of him.

Two hands that shimmered with light fell to his chest like tiger claws.

Xi Ruyu's expression was solemn, his usual best weapons were spears, knives and heavy swords, but he didn't even have a light flying sword with him at this time.

He believes that the best weapon to deal with this kind of snake heavy armor on Lin Yi's body is his own hands.

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

A practitioner's fingers are inherently more flexible than any weapon.

Most of the opponents Lin Yi faced before seemed to him to be too slow, but Xi Ruyu at this time was too fast for him.

The Zhenhe Tower Heart in his hand had just struck forward, and Xi Ruyu had already bullied his midline sideways, and his hands had already fallen on his chest armor.

The powerful True Yuan poured out from Xi Ruyu's fingertips, squeezing on top of the armor, emitting a strange hum.

Lin Yi instantly felt the deformation of his chest armor, and he didn't hesitate to press his body forward!

His body at this time is his weapon.

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

Xi Ruyu's fingers tingled violently, and he heard the sound of bones cracking.

His ten fingers shrunk, and then they fell like lightning towards his armor again!

The places where his ten fingers fell were the gaps in the armor at this time due to the impact of the vitality and the pressure of the powerful force.

Most of these gaps came from the slight upturn of the edge of the armor, which did not allow him to pierce with his ten fingers, but the true yuan condensed and erupted from his fingertips was as sharp as a needle, piercing through these gaps fiercely!