Even Jiang Bei couldn't help but stop.

This sword cannot be taken head-on.

But this is not the most terrifying thing. The most terrifying thing is... this sword seems to have locked onto him!

Like a shadow!

So... Jiangbei did not retreat!

His expression remained calm as he watched the sword fall indifferently.

Seeing Jiang Bei not moving, as if he was powerless against this sword and could only wait for death in despair... a dazzling smile appeared at the corner of Yu Xinghui's mouth.

Come on! Keep going!

You were very capable just now, weren’t you?

The sword light was like a waning moon falling from the sky, heading straight for Jiang Bei’s head!

Many monks and war correspondents who had heard the news had gathered around... This was the case every time Yu Xinghui took action!

But today, they saw Yu Xinghui's true strength.

Even those geniuses who were confident that they could challenge Yu Xinghui across levels... their mentality collapsed at this moment.

They thought that they were in the middle or late Jindan stage and could challenge Yu Xinghui, who was in the perfect Jindan stage or even half a step into the Yuanying stage, but they didn't expect that he was in the middle Yuanying stage!

This is truly entering into the seat of great power!

And there was his terrifying suppression domain. In that domain... even their breathing was three times more difficult than usual. There was no way they could fight!

At this moment, a lot of luck began to dissipate from the bodies of these cultivators and flow into Yu Xinghui's body!

Yu Xinghui is enjoying this moment!

Especially, this ignorant man in front of him is about to die under his sword!

Even though the suppression just now lasted only a few seconds, it was definitely the most humiliating few seconds he had ever experienced in all these years, and it was more painful than death!

Now Jiang Bei is motionless, which is exactly what he wished for!

But Yu Xinghui's smile became more ferocious... When the sword was about to fall on Jiang Bei's head, Yu Xinghui felt something was wrong.

Why……

He is about to face death, but he can still be so calm? !

at the same time!

Yu Xinghui began to feel a great sense of crisis! It seemed that the one who was about to die was not the man standing there waiting to be chopped down by the sword, but... him!

Yu Xinghui's eyes suddenly changed!

really!

Next moment!

A dragon roar suddenly came from the Tang sword in Jiangbei's hand!

Then!

It was as if a young golden dragon suddenly tumbled out from the long sword! The young golden dragon seemed to be extremely happy, as it was finally released to frolic...

But in the naked eye, Jiang Bei just raised the long sword in his hand and slashed towards Yu Xinghui with ease...

It's just that the vigorous energy in his body is impossible to ignore!

And his mysterious Dao essence is even more incomprehensible...

at the same time!

The little man in Yu Xinghui's mind opened his eyes, but there was only fear in these eyes!

Yu Xinghui saw the baby dragon!

The crescent moon created by his sword did not fall on Jiang Bei, and did not cut off his head!

Instead, it was slapped to pieces by the young dragon. The young dragon was very dissatisfied. Why did such a thing appear as soon as it came out...

If the consequence of the sword just now was that the sky and the earth changed color and the moonlight became brighter, then under Jiang Bei's sword, everything became the final brilliance.

Enough to make the bright moon pale in comparison!

Yu Xinghui was puzzled!

Why?!

He suddenly retreated more than ten feet, but this time, even without Jiang Bei's pursuit, he had difficulty even stopping!

As soon as he stopped, he spat out a large mouthful of blood!

He started coughing violently.

He couldn't even hold the sword steadily, and the palm of his hand was broken... Large amounts of blood fell from the hilt to the ground, dyeing the land red.

His right hand was shaking violently.

It comes from the physical pain...but more from the fear and horror deep in the soul.

Can't understand!

Why could a cultivator like me, who is in the middle stage of the Nascent Soul stage, be challenged by someone higher in level? !

Moreover, there is a possibility of death at any time?

Seeing Jiang Bei coming towards him again with the Tang sword in hand, Yu Xinghui retreated step by step and even began to flee!

Along the way, he met two unlucky monks who were watching the show and blocking his escape. He hacked them to death one after another and threw them towards Jiang Bei, trying to interrupt Jiang Bei's steps!

But in Xinghui's horrified eyes, Jiang Bei seemed to be still walking there at a leisurely pace, and he did not avoid the two corpses at all...

Just when he thought it was working, he saw the two corpses seemed to turn a corner on their own...

Did he see a ghost?!

As for Jiang Bei chasing Yu Xinghui, Mu Yi and Lu Chusheng behind could only follow closely. No one dared to attack them. Even after seeing Mu Yi's beautiful face and nice figure, no one dared to move!

Even if the person who protected her knowledge was just a innate cultivator.

But... the woman's gaze was very dangerous. Even a Jindan cultivator had no doubt at this moment that the woman in front of him would kill him instantly!

Not to mention, there is a man who can hang up and beat Yu Xinghui, who is in the middle stage of Nascent Soul!

At that time.

Yu Xinghui stopped after running only a few dozen feet.

because……

He felt that as he kept running for his life, the luck surrounding him was dissipating madly!

Qiyun now has better options.

You are not the only one who is the son of luck. There is no need for us to hold on to a pile of shit and refuse to let go.

Feeling this, no matter how scared Yu Xinghui was, he had to stop!

"Come back, come back!" he shouted, but it was of no use. The fear in his heart had betrayed him. He was getting further and further away from becoming the true master of Taoism!

As long as the man in front of me is here!

He will never succeed!

Yu Xinghui's expression changed!

But just when he was about to split himself, Jiang Bei, who had been walking towards him slowly, had already come close to him!

He raised his hand and chopped down with a knife!

Yu Xinghui's expression changed again, and he raised his sword to block, but he was unable to completely resist the power of the knife, and he retreated several steps!

Even if he didn't want to lose all this luck... it seemed like he would be doomed to die if he continued to fight the person in front of him, and he didn't want to die!

Compared to becoming the leader of Taoism and staying alive, he is more likely to choose the latter!

He is enjoying the sense of accomplishment and respected status that the Nascent Soul power brings him!

Death? How is that possible!

Yu Xinghui's eyes were red, no longer as cruel as when he killed the entire Mu family, but there was a relaxed and contented look in his eyes.

At this moment, he wanted to escape...but he knew that this man, whom he could not get rid of no matter how hard he ran, would end his life.

I don't know if it was affected by the remaining luck, or stimulated by the loss of luck...

As Yu Xinghui retreated, he took out a pill from his pocket, crushed it and swallowed it!

Then, tremendous power burst out from his body!

The moment the pill entered his mouth, Yu Xinghui's cultivation level skyrocketed!

"Not good, young master! He swallowed the Great Sky-breaking Pill!"

In Jiang Bei's sea of ​​consciousness, the tower soul shouted, "His cultivation is skyrocketing!"

Jiang Bei: “…”

He is not blind, he has spiritual awareness! No need to remind him!

In a short period of time, Yu Xinghui's cultivation has reached the late Nascent Soul stage!

Jiang Bei saw it all.

He was also affected by the luck, as if it was the luck that was stopping him... It made him extremely confident at this moment, and made him want to fight with Yu Xinghui who had used his last trump card.

If he shows signs of defeat, he will be forced to use his trump card!

This is what destiny wants to see.

Killing, madness!

Only in such a struggle can he see the birth of a true genius!

Jiangbei looked up at the sky.

I know clearly in my heart that this luck is only given by heaven, and such heaven... to be honest, is really meaningless.

As if sensing what Jiang Bei was thinking, the aura spread in his sea of ​​consciousness...

The tower soul began to tremble...

Damn, what kind of perverted monster did he follow this time!

But the next moment, he became excited!

The more perverted his little master is, the more excited he is!

Doesn't that mean that I can rise higher in the future? !

That’s right, that’s the truth!

Yu Xinghui's strength finally stopped at the late stage of Nascent Soul, and he was only one step away from the true peak of Nascent Soul. Jiang Bei still looked at him calmly.

At that time.

A hint of disappointment flashed in Yu Xinghui's eyes.

"You are very good. Originally, this is what I was going to use at the end. I will arrive at Fengchuan Realm in a short time. That is my biggest trump card."

“But now… although I am still a step away from the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, it is enough to kill you.”

"Since you are so conceited, I might as well let you see my true strength!" Yu Xinghui roared. His reason had been blinded by hatred!

In his eyes, Jiang Bei, who had forced him to this point, was his enemy with whom he had a life-and-death feud!

He raised his sword again and slashed it in the air, as if he was performing a preliminary action for a very complicated combat skill...

This scene also made Jiang Bei couldn't help but curl his lips.

But his heart was calm, as if, with this sword, nothing could be cut!

The lengthy spellcasting finally ended, and Yu Xinghui's face was grim. At this moment, he no longer cared whether he would be beaten up by the crowd if he killed Jiang Bei in front of him...

Putting everything aside, the only way he could survive was to kill the man in front of him!

Compared with all this, he doesn’t even have to care about his status as the leader of Taoism!

His mind began to shake!

The suppression domain completely swept across half of the mountain range. Even those talented monks who were still fighting were shrouded in this domain and lay on the ground trembling with fear.

What kind of strength is this? !

It's simply unimaginable!

The luck that had originally escaped from Yu Xinghui's head began to gradually gather again!

But it was not from Jiangbei... but from those trembling monks. When they felt such terrifying power, the Taoism hearts of many of them had collapsed.

In just one day, the battle for luck had just begun, and it seemed as if it was about to end.

At least all the cultivators from Zhongzhou who had participated in this battle for destiny in advance were not spared!

Yu Xinghui finally took action!

The long sword stabs forward!

The true energy in his body gushed out, trying to suppress Jiang Bei by force!

Whether it's the soul or the body...

To be honest.

In terms of the soul, Yu Xinghui really couldn't do it, but such exaggerated spiritual energy was indeed enough to impact Jiang Bei's body.

The long sword thrust forward, aiming for Jiang Bei's heart!

"Soul-breaking!"

As Yu Xinghui shouted in hatred, at this moment, it seemed as if countless souls appeared... people exactly like him!

It poured out from the tip of his sword!

One by one, the sword cultivators dressed in white came towards Jiang Bei and slashed at him, both physically and spiritually!

They will all be crushed by this move!

There is no way around it, there is no possibility of avoidance!

At that time.

Jiang Bei has already raised his sword to meet the enemy.

His body was clearly enveloped and even suppressed by the opponent's true qi...but his movements seemed to be unaffected and his eyes were clear.

Wherever my heart is, that is where my blade will fall!

All the ways in the world can be solved with just one sword!

His movements were still slow and relaxed...

A light sigh——

"cut!"

Accompanied by this seemingly ordinary slash of the sword!

The roars of those white-clothed swordsmen were dissipating, as if at this moment, more swords were pouring out from all directions!

Slash at the person in front of you!

The tip of Yu Xinghui's sword was only three feet away from Jiang Bei's heart, but these three feet... were a distance that could not be crossed.

At this moment, time seems to be frozen.

The long sword that surpassed the spiritual treasure was broken into pieces by this seemingly simple blow... In the end, only the hilt was left, which turned into powder in an instant and slipped into Xinghui's hand.

Deep in Yu Xinghui's soul, the transparent Nascent Soul figure was also cut down by this sword at this moment!

Yu Xinghui's wailing echoed throughout the Lianshan Mountains a moment later.

Unwilling!

fear!

Angry!

Intertwined together!