Two sword lights suddenly separated the sea surface, and the water was torn apart like a white silk thread.
Ling Yunpo was climbing rapidly when An Zhisu suddenly grabbed his arm and pulled him away.
The high-pressure water stream as sharp as a knife spurted out from the mouth of the dragon chasing behind him, just glancing past Ling Yunpo's scalp.
Even though the shot missed, Ling Yunpo still felt the extreme sharpness of the water flow, which carried a terrifying power that could tear everything apart.
If this hit me, even if I risked being exposed and took out the Divine Fire Shield for defense, I might not be able to block the attack!
The gap in realm cultivation between the Jindan Realm and the Foundation Establishment Realm is so great that it makes people despair.
He had planned and plotted for a long time, and finally used a sneak attack to use the Arctic lightning that could restrain the dragon clan to hit the dragon, but he still failed to kill it.
The other party could use their demonic powers at will, launching dense water arrows to launch a saturation attack. Even if my sister and I managed to dodge countless times, we would die on the spot if we were hit once...
There is really no chance of winning this battle, we have to run away quickly!
As soon as the thought flashed through his mind, he felt a soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms - Senior Sister An hugged him from the front, and the light of the Frost Sword was urged to the extreme, starting to make irregular changes of direction at ultra-high frequency.
Ling Yunpo barely managed to hold back his dizziness and quickly turned his head to glance back.
Then he saw that in addition to the two injured dragons, there were more startled white-scaled dragons breaking through the sea surface from farther away and chasing after them. They were so dense and overwhelming that at a glance there were at least hundreds of them!
If he was caught up by hundreds of Jindan-level dragons, he might as well kill himself with a flying sword right there! It would be a more pleasant death!
Ling Yunpo took a deep breath and allowed An Zhisu to drag him into various high-speed maneuvers. He just used all his true energy to activate his Qi sea and urgently charge the Wanli Water Vein Divine Traveling Talisman.
Finally, the charging is complete! Ling Yunpo was about to activate the talisman, but An Zhisu suddenly blocked his way again, and then was hit by a huge force, and Ling Yunpo was knocked flying together.
This collision made Ling Yunpo feel dizzy and his stomach almost churned.
He endured the pain and activated the Wanli Water Vein Divine Travel Talisman, and the two of them suddenly disappeared from the spot.
The next second, a large number of water arrows, so dense that they could not be distinguished, flooded the place where the two people were originally like a torrent.
About a dozen dragons rushed over here, staring at the surroundings with golden vertical pupils, and then roared in dragon language:
"Those two human monks ran away!"
"We must catch them back!"
"Hurry and inform the Holy Envoy!"
"The plan must not be changed at the last minute!"
The roars of thousands of dragons mixed together, shaking the entire sea area and causing waves of dozens of feet high, and the sky and the earth trembled and changed color.
Before the world was spinning, Ling Yunpo and An Zhisu had already appeared in a valley, standing in a waist-deep pool of water.
The scenery here is beautiful, and there are no monsters in sight.
Ling Yunpo supported An Zhisu, but found that his senior sister's body was so weak that she couldn't even stand steadily.
The broken pieces of the immortal sword were embedded in her back, turning her entire body into a bloody mess.
Ling Yunpo was so scared that he quickly tried to feel her breath.
Fortunately, he is not dead and can be saved.
For practitioners, physical damage is the easiest to deal with, and is far less terrifying than the demon's toxins, curses, or some of the sinister and difficult magic skills that are known for being difficult to deal with.
Ling Yunpo found a house nearby, which was fully furnished with all kinds of furniture, but there was no sign of human habitation.
After letting Kunlun Mirror confirm that there was no trap, he asked An Zhisu to lie on her stomach, then carefully removed her upper body clothing and pulled out all the embedded fragments of the immortal sword.
Judging from the distribution of the fragments and the angle of penetration, it should be that the senior sister tried to block in front of her to protect her, while controlling the flying sword behind her to intercept the water arrow. As a result, the flying sword could not withstand the power of the magic of hundreds of dragons, and was shattered and embedded in her body.
Of course, if Senior Sister An hadn’t used the flying sword to block it, her body wouldn’t be able to handle these attacks directly... Wait, what is this flying sword?
Ling Yunpo picked up a blood-stained fragment and placed it in front of his eyes to examine it carefully.
Frost Sword...
In order to buy herself time to activate the talisman, Senior Sister An actually sacrificed her natal sword, the Frost Sword. This is not good.
According to the Essence of Shushan Swordsmanship, the natal sword is connected to the sword master's own Qi, thus greatly enhancing all aspects of his abilities.
However, the destruction of one's natal sword is like losing an arm for a sword immortal, which will inevitably lead to stagnation of one's realm and regression of cultivation.
Stagnation of realm means that no matter how much you breathe and refine your Qi in the short term, your realm will not be able to continue to improve.
The regression of cultivation means that the power that can normally be exerted is 100%, but now it may only be able to exert 40%.
Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo stared blankly at his senior sister who was still unconscious, his face becoming uncertain.
When the natal sword is damaged, the time required to recover varies from person to person, and may be as short as two or three months or as long as half a year or a year. There will be no sequelae after recovery.
However, for a sword immortal, losing his own natal sword is not as simple as just losing a sword.
The Frost Sword has been nurtured by Senior Sister for a long time, and it can be said that it is as easy to use as an arm. Even if Senior Sister finds another tenth-level flying sword, how can she get used to it in the short term?
Even if I get used to the new sword, what about the sword's magic? It can't be the same as the Frost Sword's magic. If the sword's magic has changed, shouldn't the swordplay also change?
What's more, let alone sword-fighting techniques, the Sword Immortal's own accustomed combat plan might have to be completely overturned and started over again... The negative impact on the Sword Immortal himself is far from being eliminated in a few years.
Alas, senior sister.
Ling Yunpo felt indescribably touched and guilty. Needless to say, the reason for being touched was that his senior sister risked her life to save him, even the most heartless person would be moved.
As for the guilt, it was because he had left too many trump cards unused in order to conceal his identity, which led to his senior sister choosing to sacrifice herself.
Let alone the overwhelming water arrows of the dragon group, Luo Yan only needs to drive the acquired five elements great extinction divine light to brush it... So what if he is at the Jindan level? The five elements divine light is an immortal method!
Of course, Ling Yunpo could only keep such secret thoughts deep in his heart.
What An Zhisu was willing to pay for was his junior fellow apprentice Ling Yunpo who had joined Qingluo Peak.
As for the spy traitor who deliberately sneaked into Shushan just to steal the fragments of the Bu Tian Stone...it’s better not to show this person before we can be sure of her attitude.
Thinking of this, Ling Yunpo shed a few tears, held An Zhisu's slender hand in his, and cried out in sorrow:
"Senior Sister!"