The wound burned by the fire was painful, and a streak of blood slowly slid down the arm, leaving a long and thin red mark that meandered forward.
The blood drops solidified and gathered on the fingertips. A cold wind suddenly blew, and the hanging bright red beads suddenly slid down and dripped onto the sword body that was shining white.
Sword energy condensed in the sky, and the real and imaginary sword beams were blown away by the wind, like a flash of lightning falling down.
The white light continued to gather and formed into a majestic figure in the darkness. Looking closely, it turned out to be a soaring and roaring dragon.
That is the power of Dragon Palace.
Compared to human cultivators, demons have unique talents in cultivation. They have been nurturing demonic energy and spiritual power that can be controlled since birth. The various demon tribes have different bloodlines and their powers are not exactly the same.
Now, Lin Xun's spiritual consciousness was surging, all the dragon clan's demonic power was drawn out, and with the help of dragon blood entering the sword, his fighting spirit had reached its peak.
Liu Xiuyuan did not take the mere Jindan disciple seriously and casually used the Thunder and Fire Art. Unexpectedly, the sword light was so fierce that it cut off the spell in one fell swoop and quickly attacked him.
Tsk, that’s difficult.
The young man cursed inwardly, quickly withdrew the strength in his hand, and jumped backwards into the air.
The annoying sword energy was like thousands of silver snakes dancing wildly. He was dazzled by the blinding white light and had no time to fight back. He could only dodge sideways nimbly.
But in a flash, a gust of wind suddenly blew past, and my cheeks and arms felt like they were bitten by sharp teeth, causing a burning pain. He raised his hand and brushed it away, only to find that his skin was cut by the sword energy and blood was oozing out.
Damn, why is this kid's evil aura so strong?
Liu Xiuyuan couldn't help but feel upset. When he looked up at Lin Xun again, his pupils were filled with murderous intent: "Do you think... you can beat me like this?"
As he finished speaking, the lightning became brighter all around, gathering into a mighty electric current that stretched like a silk ribbon.
He laughed loudly, and the half of his face corroded by the poison twisted strangely. He waved his right hand, and lightning struck Lin Xun: "You are just a small demon cultivator. With your appearance, do you really think you have any ability? If you want to defeat me, go to the West Sea and move the Dragon Palace royal family here!"
He originally spoke in a teasing tone, but also fought with a determined and murderous intent.
Unexpectedly, the young swordsman standing in the yellow sand swung his sword, and the unstoppable lightning collided with the sword energy, accompanied by a deafening explosion sound -
All his attacks were dissipated, offset by the sword energy layer by layer.
What is going on? That kid...shouldn't he be blasted into pieces?
“I’m sorry!”
He Zhizhou was like a pancake lying on the ground, gasping in pain while he opened his mouth and shouted with a grin, "He is the royal family of Dragon Palace!"
Liu Xiuyuan: …
Liu Xiuyuan cursed silently.
According to his observation, the young demon cultivator had always been silent and seldom spoke a word. When he talked with the bandits, he was even so nervous that his face turned red.
Just this - this is actually the royal family of Dragon Palace? !
Lin Xun's demonic veins were fully aroused, and the only thought in his mind was "fighting". Without any unnecessary pauses or nonsense, he clenched his sword and attacked the sand dunes.
There were bursts of dragon roars in the sky, and wherever the dragon's shadow passed, there was wild wind and sand.
Amid the flash of swords and sabers, the two men fought faster and faster, almost leaving the rolling strong wind behind.
Lu Wanxing was dazzled and his scalp was numbing. In the end, his eyes could not keep up with the pace and he could only see the sharp white light flashing around.
The shadow of the long dragon became clearer as Lin Xun moved. The initial translucent light gradually deepened and its outline slowly emerged.
At the moment when the long sword and the talisman collided.
Lu Wanxing held his breath and listened to the sound of his own heart beating wildly.
Amid the dense lightning that spread out like a dragnet, the giant dragon that had taken shape roared and held its head high.
Immediately, sword lights appeared like rain, and each ray of white light condensed into the shape of a long sword, piercing deeply into the electric net with the force of breaking the wind!
Clang——!
The first sword light pierced through the sky, bringing dazzling light to the dark desert.
Shiny——!
More and more white light passed through the electric current, and the long dragon's body trembled violently, letting out a shrill scream.
Lin Xun gritted his teeth, trying his best to hold back the scalding liquid rushing down his throat, his dark eyes revealing an unprecedented determination.
It was this blow——!
There were overwhelming nets in all directions, and the imprisoned dragon was roaring wildly. The originally indestructible electric current was like a mirror that suddenly shattered, and a crack that continued to spread appeared.
The cracks are getting bigger and bigger and more and more numerous.
Suddenly, the giant dragon raised its long white tail formed by the sword light and swept it towards the place where the electric current was.
"Liu Xiuyuan's formation..."
He Zhizhou grinned and coughed up a mouthful of blood, unable to stop the smile in his tone: "It's broken!"
The formation was broken like a shattered mirror, and the lightning flashed like scattered lenses. Liu Xiuyuan was blown away by the sword energy and fell down from the sand dune in a mess.
Lin Xun was fighting almost for his life, and now he was also seriously injured. The long sword in his hand could not withstand such strong spiritual power and shattered in an instant.
"How are you!"
Lu Wanxing was terrified, not caring that Liu Xiuyuan might attack again at any time, and hurried to Lin Xun's side. She was frightened by the blood all over the boy's body: "Don't worry! I have medicine in my storage bag, I-"
She didn't say anything, and her body suddenly froze.
Lu Wanxing has been practicing on his own for many years and can feel the strong murderous aura coming from behind him.
She wanted to turn around and fight back, but suddenly she felt an unfamiliar force in her arms.
It turned out that it was Lin Xun who frowned and pulled her behind him, then took a step forward and blocked a fire attack with his remaining spiritual energy.
"You're still trying to be brave until now?"
Liu Xiuyuan had gotten up from the ground at some point, his face covered in blood. He was so weak that he couldn't even stand steadily. "You don't have much strength left in your body, do you? Although we are equally matched... but without a sword cultivator's sword, how much strength can he have to resist?"
Lin Xun didn't say anything, his pupils were dark and his emotions could not be seen.
He was right. Without his sword, there was no way that he could last five rounds against Liu Xiuyuan.
"So what if you have Dragon Palace bloodline! In the end, you will become a piece of trash that I can crush at will like Wen Hemian!"
The man became more and more excited as he spoke: "Wen Hemian hasn't used a sword for many years, and your senior brother is unable to move in the distance. I want to see what you can do today-"
His smile froze before he could even finish saying "how".
The sound in the throat was about to come out, but when it was suddenly stuck, it turned into a bubbling sound.
It's very embarrassing.
Who can tell him.
Why would that poor-looking girl...take out a sword glowing white from her storage bag?
Lu Wanxing opened his eyes wide, holding the long sword in his hand, and looked at him in confusion: "Sword? Are you talking about this?"
Liu Xiuyuan: …
He found it very strange and outrageous.
This is not the most outrageous thing.
But a golden light flashed from her storage bag, and a sword fell out.
Then the long swords fell like an unstoppable stream of water, forming a bulging hill. Looking around, each sword was of extraordinary value and excellent quality.
Liu Xiuyuan: …
Grass.
Liu Xiuyuan was so angry that he forgot his villain identity and the tense situation. He spoke with a trembling voice: "I need an explanation."
"That's right, didn't I run into the desert just to find my brother?"
Lu Wanxing scratched his head: "You can often see lost magic tools in the desert, so I collected them all, thinking that I would return these relics to the major immortal sects after I found my brother and left Pingchuan Town."
That's why she didn't sell the priceless sword and had been living a tight life ever since.
Liu Xiuyuan was so angry that his eyes turned red and his facial expression was completely out of control.
Qian San collapsed on the ground. Upon hearing this, he jumped up with his eyes wide open like copper coins. "Didn't sell? Didn't sell anything? Then what do you often do secretly with strangers?"
"Don't family members often come here to look for relics and remains?"
Lu Wanxing glanced at him and said, "If I find them, I will return them all to them."
"Well, well, well," one of the bandits said anxiously, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Will anyone believe me if I say this?"
Lu Wanxing raised his chin towards them, his expression somewhat arrogant and cool: "It's enough for me to know what I'm doing. Do I need to go to great lengths to win your approval?"
When she was younger, she tried to explain.
But the prejudice in people's hearts is hard to change. No one believes that her brother really died in the desert, no one believes that the traitor's family has good intentions, and no one believes that anyone would not be tempted by so many precious relics.
It was obvious that they were prejudiced, but they insisted that she bear all the consequences. Every time she tried to state the facts, she was only met with ruthless ridicule and sarcasm.
Later on, Lu Wanxing no longer bothered to explain. Sometimes it was much easier to just smile and do it perfunctorily than to explain painstakingly.
She knew that she remembered what her father and brother had said, that it was enough for her to be a good person all her life.
"Why are you looking at me like that? Don't feel sorry for me - when those people in town talk, I think of them as frogs croaking."
Lu Wanxing no longer looked at Lin Xun's hesitant expression. He put his hands on his waist, glanced at the pile of swords on the ground, and said with great enthusiasm: "Come on! Pick any one you want!"
Liu Xiuyuan: “Haha.”
Liu Xiuyuan: "Big brother, big sister, be gentle, don't hit me in the face."
Liu Xiuyuan had acted very majestic before, but in fact, he didn't have much left.
Being a fence-sitter who was very good at judging the situation, he surrendered obediently, claiming that he would tell everything he knew.
"What? You want to know the plans of those demon cultivators? I don't know either!"
He was shaking with pain, surrounded by the bandits, shivering in a sea of muscles: "They only told me to get rid of all of you here - oh oh oh! By the way, I overheard their conversation before, and they kept mentioning someone's name, what's it called...'Peggy'!"
Pei Ji.
Lin Xun couldn't figure it out: "Since their target is Junior Brother Pei, why would they kidnap Junior Sister?"
"...Perhaps they took Ningning away on purpose because they wanted to target him."
Wen Hemian pressed his brows and brushed his fingertips, but the worry on his face still could not be wiped away: "The Yin-Yang Microdust Formation is formed by the spiritual power and flesh and blood of upright cultivators. Since the demons have taken action, it means that there is a flaw in the formation. If you want to expand this flaw and destroy the formation——"
He paused, his tone sinking slightly: "It requires extremely strong demonic energy."
"Demonic energy?" Lin Xun frowned. "There is so much demonic energy in the Demon Realm. Isn't that enough?"
"If you want to break the formation, you can only do it from outside the formation."
Wen Hemian shook his head: "The demons haven't caused any trouble yet, which means that although there is a problem with the formation, it is not serious. Not many demon cultivators have escaped. With their strength, it may be difficult for them to destroy the formation."
He Zhizhou was so surprised that he forgot the pain: "Could it be that they are targeting Pei Ji? But he can clearly suppress his devilish aura. In terms of devilish energy, he should not be as strong as those guys in the Demon Realm!"
"The demons place great importance on bloodline. The nobler the bloodline, the heavier the demonic energy it contains. The reason why we cannot sense Pei Ji's demonic energy is because he is trying his best to restrain himself and has not yet become a demon."
Wen Hemian said: "The battle was brutal back then, and all the major demon kings and demon lords were destroyed. They could only place their hopes on the next generation of descendants. But the vast majority of demon kings... don't have any descendants."
In other words, Pei Ji may very well be the demon clan's only hope to break through the formation.
"Induce him to lose his mind, cause his consciousness to become chaotic, and after he becomes possessed by the devil, I will pierce his heart with thousands of arrows and sever his tendons and veins, and use this as a sacrifice to the formation... maybe I can break through the Yin-Yang Microdust."
Lin Xun was stunned.
His heart was beating fast. He was stunned for a long time and when he spoke, his voice was hoarse as never before: "So they took away the little sister——"
Wen Hemian restrained his expression: "In order to disturb Pei Ji's consciousness, they probably want to... kill her in front of him."
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What Bai Wu said was true. When Ningning came out of Ziwei Realm, she found herself in a very long and dark crack. Looking up, she could see the top of the cliff in the distance.
It seems that she was dragged underground by the vine monster, and was thrown away after a struggle, and happened to fall into the Ziwei Realm.
So when he came out again, he found himself in the deep rift valley where Ziwei Realm was located.
She knew nothing about the terrain of the desert, but luckily she brought a map with her in preparation. Now, with the help of sword light, he searched carefully and soon found the exit of the rift on the map.
As Ning Ning was looking at the map, she couldn't help but think that this place was extremely remote. The sword spirit in the Ziwei Realm must have suffered an extremely violent shock that was unimaginable to ordinary people in order to come here.
As for her owner, he probably passed away many years ago.
Where would the sword itself be?
The most urgent task is to reunite with others as soon as possible, without having time to think too much.
After determining her location, she quickly closed the map and was about to leave along the rift valley, but in the endless darkness, she heard several footsteps.
Ningning paused slightly.
The rift is not wide, and because there is little sunlight, there is long and endless darkness in front and behind.
The sand and rocks on both sides silently cast extremely heavy shadows, and even if you just stand here, you will feel unbearable suffocation.
What's more, those footsteps came without any warning, stepping lightly on her eardrums, like a ghost that came quietly, making her back feel cold.
The fear of the unknown is the most terrifying.
Ningning gripped the hilt of the sword tightly, ready to turn around and draw the sword, but in the next moment, she couldn't help but frowned.
A faint fragrance wafted into the air at some point, the scent penetrating her bones, as if it could effortlessly seep into every drop of her blood, making her entire body feel numb.
During her time in Xuanxu Sword Sect, she had long been accustomed to just drawing her sword and fighting, and she never expected that the opponent would actually use poison directly.
The consciousness in my mind gradually dissipated, turning into surging waves, hitting the shore recklessly.
She heard a young man's voice, which was out of tune with the demonic energy that permeated the surroundings. The tone was too gentle: "Take her away, don't be too rude."
With the last bit of consciousness left, Ningning turned around.
Not far behind her, five or six demons were walking towards her.
The leader was actually a young man who looked about the same age as her. Due to the dim light, her features could not be seen clearly, and she could only see a slender figure.
Very familiar, like déjà vu.
Ningning's thoughts slowly came together as a paste, and she blinked in surprise.
Wow.
This was the shadow that appeared in her dream.
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