The next second, the blue-robed cultivator made his move.
Several streaks of cold light flew towards Zhao Ziyi's arm.
He was ruthless; his sword strikes showed no mercy.
When the surrounding cultivators saw Li Yunxiu make his move, they all dodged to the side.
They didn't want to provoke the three major powers of the Tianyan Continent.
"Run! Li Yunxiu has made his move!"
"Who provoked Li Yunxiu?"
"I don't know, he seems to be a cultivator named Song Chen."
"Huh? Isn't that the guy who destroyed those two cruise ships?"
"Get out of here! If we get caught in the fight, we won't even know how we died!"
The auction house lobby was quickly emptied.
In the end, only five people remained standing.
Li Wantian shook out his clothes, pulled out his flying sword, and laughed loudly:
"That's great! Let's have a good fight!"
Subsequently, Li Wantian also joined the battle.
Li Yunxiu and Li Wantian attacked Zhao Ziyi together, all for that spirit-grade flying sword.
Li Yunxiu aimed every sword strike at Zhao Ziyi's arm.
Song Chen took out a stack of talismans and held them in his hand. With a flick of his fingers, the talismans quickly burst into flames.
Beams of light shone on Zhao Ziyi.
A third-grade defensive talisman cannot be easily broken.
After using the talisman, Song Chen threw down the array flag again, made hand seals, and the killing array and trapping array appeared together.
The formation quickly enveloped the hall.
A faint silver light flickered beneath Zhao Ziyi's feet.
This is a formation unique to Zhao Ziyi.
Within the array set up by Song Chen, all restrictions and attacks were ineffective against him.
After doing all this, Song Chen took out his flying sword, and spiritual energy surged forth.
The Spirit Fire Exquisite Purple appeared in his palm and burned along the flying sword.
A purple flame covered the sword, giving the cold flying sword a scorching heat.
Song Chen leaped forward to meet the enemy.
The four men were locked in combat.
An incredibly fierce sword aura slashed through the trading hall.
The sound of metal clashing against stone rang out continuously.
Song Chen has many magical treasures and talismans, but his opponent is no ordinary cultivator.
Li Wantian's magical artifacts blocked most of his vital points.
Li Yunxiu's swordsmanship was strange, yet he handled heavy objects with ease.
The nimble flying sword slashed down as if it weighed a thousand pounds.
This was Song Chen's first time fighting against a cultivator.
He understood why sword cultivation was the choice of most people.
Although sword cultivators are poor and have no means of making a living.
But amidst the crisscrossing sword energy, it swept away all enemies.
Song Chen quickly adapted to the battle and gradually found his rhythm.
They treated cultivators as ore, and the swords in their hands as pickaxes.
Beneath the taut muscles lies formidable power.
The spiritual energy that Song Chen had been accumulating burst forth.
Cultivators with eight spiritual roots require a lot of spiritual energy to advance.
This also proves that he has more spiritual energy stored in his body.
A series of sword strikes flew towards Li Yunxiu and Li Wantian.
Song Chen's spiritual energy seemed to be inexhaustible.
This gave Zhao Ziyi some breathing room.
Just as Zhao Ziyi breathed a sigh of relief, he sensed danger coming from behind him.
He turned around and quickly drew his sword.
"Pfft"
Zhao Ziyi looked up and saw that the long sword had pierced Mu Feng's shoulder.
Mu Feng! How could I forget Mu Feng!
The thought flashed through his mind in an instant.
The next moment.
A thunderous roar descended from the heavens.
The blow shook the entire auction house.
It seems like it could collapse at any moment.
A tremendous force shattered Zhao Ziyi's chest.
The third-grade defensive talismans on his body shattered one after another.
Zhao Ziyi coughed up blood and flew out instantly.
With a "bang," it fell to the ground.
He tried to stand up, but a sharp pain shot through his bones.
He couldn't even stand up.
Song Chen had been paying close attention to Zhao Ziyi's situation. The moment he saw Zhao Ziyi fly backward, he disregarded his own safety, his arm veins bulged, he gritted his teeth, and released all his spiritual energy in an instant.
"Dare to harm my Daoist companion! Myriad Array Prison!"
This was Song Chen's strongest move; countless array flags flew densely to every corner.
The next moment, in the auction hall, a magnificent display of light and brilliance was created.
Hundreds of beams of light lit up, and countless great formations instantly took shape and merged.
The stone slab floor that even the sword energy couldn't damage.
It shattered completely with a bang.
Tiny pebbles, swirling into the formation, became flying knives that sliced through flesh and blood.
Song Chen took out a jar of spirit wine and gulped down two mouthfuls haphazardly.
He quickly walked to Zhao Ziyi's side, took out the best healing pills, and fed them to Zhao Ziyi.
"How are you feeling now? What hurt you?"
Zhao Ziyi was in so much pain that he could hardly breathe; he could only transmit his thoughts through his mind.
"It wasn't heavenly lightning, it was another method used by Mu Feng. Luckily you gave me more than a dozen defensive talismans, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to withstand it."
Thunder rumbled outside the auction house.
Countless leaping bolts of lightning struck the auction house's level-six array, causing halos of light to flash as the level-six array blocked the heavenly lightning from falling.
Inside the auction house, the formation continued to operate, and the flying sand and stones had turned into powder, which danced in the hall.
Song Chen drank the spiritual wine, constantly absorbing spiritual energy and then outputting it.
Extend the duration of the formation.
The stench of blood that I could smell grew stronger and stronger.
The sound of thunder grew louder and louder, causing the entire auction house to tremble.
Even a level six formation like this will likely be unable to withstand the increasingly powerful heavenly lightning in a little while.
With a wave of his hand, Song Chen sent the array flags flying up from the ground and returning to his storage bag one after another.
The light faded.
Three bloodied figures were revealed in the scene.
Their robes were soaked in blood.
The fear still lingered on his face.
Song Chen said in a cold voice:
"I'll let you off this time, but next time, I promise I won't..."
Before Song Chen could finish speaking, he was struck by an unfamiliar and powerful force with a "poof," spitting out blood and flying backward.
"You brat, how dare you! Don't you dare harm my disciple!"
A sound, like a thunderclap, exploded in my ears.
Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi collapsed in the corner, barely able to support themselves.
Zhao Ziyi had recovered somewhat by then, and quickly picked up the pills and fed them to Song Chen.
"Master! I'm going to kill them!"
Li Yunxiu's shrill voice rang out, and his horrifying appearance covered in blood made the newcomer feel extremely sorry for him.
"Yunxiu, sit down and regulate your breathing. Your master will uphold justice for you!"
In an instant, Song Chen recalled Li Yunxiu's self-introduction.
The closed-door disciple of a Nascent Soul cultivator.
Without further hesitation, Song Chen directly broke the spell.
If a Nascent Soul cultivator could disregard the restrictions of the Turbid Yang River and kill people at will, then he and Zhao Ziyi would surely die.
Song Chen broke the hand seal, and a few breaths later, a cheerful voice rang out.
"Hahaha, what's going on? Why are they fighting? Oh my, they're covered in blood, it's really intense."
Song Chen said loudly:
"Xianheyuan students Song Chen and Zhao Ziyi greet Dean Pei."
Dean Pei, dressed in a purple robe, appeared in the auction house lobby.
The Nascent Soul cultivator at the Trapped Immortal Pavilion was initially startled, then revealed a mocking smile:
"Hmph, Pei Yuan, you only have a clone here, do you think you can stop me?"
Dean Pei's expression remained unchanged:
“Chonglou, you know my situation. If something happens to me, your student, you won’t have a good ending either.”
The Nascent Soul cultivators of the Kunxian Tower turned ashen-faced upon hearing Dean Pei's threat.
Song Chen lowered his head and averted his gaze; it seemed this matter was about to pass.
I just don't know what kind of threat Dean Pei used to imprison the Immortal Trapping Pavilion.
"Good! Excellent! Yunxiu, let's go!"
The Nascent Soul cultivator from Kunxian Tower was furious and reached out to grab Li Yunxiu.
"Wait, Master, the auction hasn't started yet. I want to participate in the auction before returning to Kunxian Tower."
Upon hearing this, Song Chen sneered, "I've been waiting for you to participate in the auction!"
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