In the dark night, on the battlefield, on the dilapidated city wall, a young girl looked up at fifteen powerful enemies in the air and silently drew her sword.
At this moment, the cold winter wind blew over, making the girl's clothes tremble constantly, making her look very weak, as if she could not stand steadily and would fall down if the wind blew;
Below the tower there were the sounds of fighting and noise made by the Xuan Qin soldiers when they were attacking the city. These sounds gathered together into a wave, and rushed up with the smell of blood and corpses, as if the evil spirit of the battlefield was mocking her for being ignorant of the immensity of heaven and earth and spitting on her for overestimating her own abilities.
"Hahaha……"
A Xuanqin Jindan-stage cultivator burst into laughter. A small foundation-building cultivator actually dared to draw his sword against the fifteen powerful Yuntianmen cultivators and threatened to kill the Jindan cultivator... This was probably the funniest joke he had heard this year.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
His fellow disciples and nephews also found it funny and started laughing.
“Hahahahahaha…”
The more they thought about it, the funnier it became. They laughed so hard that they fell backwards. More and more people laughed, and the laughter became louder and louder, actually covering up the huge noise of the siege from the top and bottom of the city walls.
He is indeed a high and mighty monk.
Fifteen powerful Xuanqin monks stood in mid-air, laughing wildly. A foundation-building girl from Beichu stood on the city wall, looking up at them in silence.
Suddenly, at some point, the Jindan cultivators in the sky discovered that the girl on the city wall had disappeared! Right under their noses, the weak foundation-building cultivator disappeared!
The laughter slowly stopped. One Jindan cultivator stopped, two Jindan cultivators stopped, and three Jindan cultivators stopped...
The sounds of fighting on the battlefield surged up from the ground again, and the murderous aura made them uneasy.
They couldn't find the girl, and the laughter in the air completely disappeared.
The extremely cold wind in the sky howled again...
For some reason, even though there was a desperate and frantic battle going on below them, and the shouts of the soldiers were deafening, the fifteen Xuan Qin cultivators felt that the world was so quiet. They had a feeling that their hearts were being suppressed by some terrifying force.
Sudden……
“Squeak!”
This is the sound of a sword piercing the body!
The sound is very close!
A Xuanqin cultivator named Qingyuan felt his scalp tingling. He quickly looked in the direction of the voice and saw that the defensive weapon of a fellow disciple in the late foundation building stage was pierced by star-like purple sword energy. The purple sword energy remained on the weapon and pierced into his body.
The sword energy remains... Qing Yuan thought of something and his face changed drastically. He hurriedly looked for the foundation-building girl again, but in the vast night, there was no trace of her at all in the darkness.
"What kind of body movement is this?" He felt more and more serious.
“Ahhh…”
At this moment, the fellow disciple who was stabbed by the sword suddenly cried out in pain.
“?” Qingyuan looked over and felt something was wrong.
The next second...
"boom!"
That fellow disciple suddenly exploded, and countless purple sword qi shot out from his body. He was instantly cut into blood foam from the inside out by the sharp sword qi.
In the darkness, countless tiny purple sword qi exploded from the body of the Xuan Qin cultivator, and the splattering blood dispersed the purple color of the purple sword qi... At this moment, he looked like a gorgeous firework.
Seeing this scene, Qingyuan couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine!
What kind of swordsmanship is this? ! !
He had some guesses, but he didn't have time to think about it, because the exploding purple sword energy did not dissipate at all, but shot towards them.
"Be careful of the sword energy!" he reminded quickly.
There were five sword energies flying towards him. He made a hand gesture, summoned a divine light, and went towards the sword energy.
"puff!"
The divine light collided with the sword energy. Four sword energies were wiped out by his divine light, but one sword energy cut his divine light in half and continued to kill him.
"Is this the sword energy of a foundation-building cultivator?" He was horrified and used another move of divine light to extinguish the sword energy.
He hurriedly looked at other fellow disciples, because he was a Jindan cultivator and it was so difficult for him to deal with the sword energy, so what about the other foundation-building cultivators?
And just as he worried, the other Jindan cultivators also had a hard time defending, and those foundation-building cultivators needed to defend with all their might... Some even couldn't hold on!
A disciple who had a weak foundation was pierced through the chest by a beam of sword energy and was obviously dying.
Qingyuan took out the pill, stretched out his body, flew to the disciple, and fed the pill to him.
but……
This medicine was of no use at all. The wound could not heal and the bleeding continued. The disciple was in great pain and wished he was dead.
Qing Yuan pulled open his clothes and saw purple sword energy swirling around his wounds, the sword energy was still madly devouring his flesh!
“Sword Intention!! It’s Sword Intention!!” The sword energy did not dissipate, and finally Qing Yuan reacted. He couldn’t believe it and shouted, “Oh my God, this foundation-building sword cultivator has comprehended the sword intention!!”
Such a terrifying sword energy, such a terrifying sword intent! Qing Yuan was filled with fear. Could it be that a Jindan cultivator would really die at the hands of this foundation-building cultivator tonight?
"Bang!"
Qing Yuan was getting scared, but suddenly he heard another explosion. He shuddered and looked over quickly. Another defense weapon of a foundation-building cultivator was penetrated and exploded... The sharp sword energy made it seem as if their defense was useless!
"Master...Uncle Master..." The disciple in his arms suddenly called him. He lowered his head, and the disciple begged, "Kill...Kill me!"
The body is possessed by the sword energy that carries the sword intent. The sword energy is indestructible, but the person will be eaten away bit by bit... This process is extremely painful and desperate.
The purple fireworks over there exploded, and tiny purple sword energy like a venomous snake shot over...
"Ahh..." Qing Yuan raised his head and roared, then pierced his fellow nephew's forehead with his finger.
He could never have imagined in his life that one day he would be hunted as a prey by a foundation-building cultivator and would be forced to this extent to kill his own fellow nephew with his own hands.
"Devil, she is the devil in the darkness!" He heard a fellow disciple muttering.
He clenched his teeth, bloodshot appeared in his eyes, and he scanned the darkness inch by inch, trying to find the devil and tear her into pieces!
"Gather together!" A fellow disciple who was still awake shouted, "She can only attack by surprise. Don't give her another chance."
As soon as he said this, the other Xuanqin cultivators subconsciously flew towards him. They all basically agreed with what he said. It seemed that they could not defeat this foundation-building cultivator alone, but as long as they gathered together, they should be fine.
Qingyuan flew to the side of his fellow brothers, secretly counted them, and found that there were only nine people left.
Two disciples were killed by the demon himself. The sword energy after the first disciple exploded accidentally killed a fellow disciple; the sword energy after the second disciple exploded accidentally killed three fellow disciples.
He was overcome by waves of fear and anger...but in the blink of an eye, the demon killed six of their disciples.
He looked at the others; they all had the same expression, fear, anger, and silence.
"When did Junior Brother Qingxin die?" someone asked.
This was a disciple of the Yuntian Sect who was infinitely close to the Golden Elixir stage, from the same generation as Qingyuan. He was extremely powerful, but it seemed that he was shot to death by the accumulated sword energy.
"Let's stand together and not give her a chance..." the senior brother said again, "When she shows up, we'll kill her... She's just the last cultivator of Northern Chu, struggling to her death."
Qingyuan wanted to say that this person was obviously not a casual cultivator, but must be a core disciple of a large sect, but he did not say it, because at this moment, even if the woman was a disciple of Lingnan Immortal Sect, she must die!
In the darkness, in the cold wind, in the silence, in the dead stillness, nine Xuanqin monks gathered together, waiting for something.
At a certain moment...
Qingyuan suddenly felt a sharp presence in the darkness. He was startled and cast a spell subconsciously!
"Kill!" he shouted.
A thick ray of divine light shot into the darkness!
The divine light entered the darkness and suddenly stirred up the darkness. A slender figure appeared in the darkness. A purple sword energy pierced through the divine light, splitting it vertically and heading straight for Qingyuan's face.
"Ha!" Qingyuan was shocked by the terrifyingly sharp sword energy. He hurriedly cast a spell again and pushed forward. The divine light spread out like a shield to block the sword energy.
“Bang!”
The divine light shattered at the sound!
The sword energy that already had sword intent did not break. Most of it was wiped out, but there was still a very small part that continued to come towards Qingyuan.
"My life is over!" Qingyuan thought to himself. He didn't expect that he couldn't withstand a single attack.
At this moment, a flying sword came from behind him, split the sword energy in his face, and then went towards the girl.
"Huh!" Qing Yuan was still in shock. He looked over there again and saw that the flying sword blocked the girl. With another "ding" sound, it was chopped away by her sword energy.
"That's senior brother's flying sword!" Qingyuan said inwardly. He didn't expect that he could not defeat the foundation-building girl.
Fortunately, the next moment, other fellow disciples also took action, and spells and magic weapons surged up, drowning the girl.
"Is she dead?" someone asked.
"Probably not..." Qing Yuan wanted to answer, but before he could speak, those magic weapons were split in half by the purple sword energy.
“Swish, swish, swish…”
Purple sword energy overflows!
All the magic weapons were blown back!
A young girl with a sword in hand appeared there. Her eyes were purple, like stars. She looked at the remaining nine Xuanqin monks and finally spoke: "Master said that zero multiplied by any number is zero. No matter how many trash there are, they are still trash! Even if you are all together, you are still trash!"
Her voice was cold and emotionless.
After she finished speaking, she held the sword forward and pointed it toward the opposite side. Then a huge sword energy condensed from the darkness, and stars appeared in the sky, shining with it.
"Fairy from the sky!" she said softly.
These people thought they couldn't beat her because they were scattered, but they didn't realize that even if they gathered together, they would still be no match for her.
The terrifying sword energy flying across the sky made the nine monks feel an unparalleled suppressive force. At this moment, they seemed to be facing an old monster in the Nascent Soul stage.
"Monster, this is a monster!" Someone actually collapsed. A dignified Jindan cultivator was treated like a pig by a foundation-building cultivator. This was beyond his comprehension. His worldview collapsed. Under this terrifying sword energy, he turned and fled.
"Qingming!" Qingyuan shouted, but failed to stop him from escaping. However, this man could not do more because he had to fight against this sword energy together with other fellow disciples!
"boom!"
A loud bang!
Outside Wuyi City, above the bloody and terrifying battlefield, in the darkness, a huge purple light ball crashed into a colorful light ball. In an instant, led by the purple light, all kinds of colors bloomed in the darkness!
Extremely gorgeous, extremely beautiful!
The battlefield below was illuminated, and the soldiers who were fighting bloody battles looked up at the sky and were stunned...
What beautiful fireworks!
...But they don’t know how many Jindan stage cultivators are needed to create this firework.
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