Another dazzling sword light slashed down, and the ultimate and brilliant sword intent arrived in an instant.
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect raised his hand and slapped, but his Taoist magic was cut off instantly before it came out. Half of his palm was cut off, and his five fingers fell to the ground, bleeding.
Fuck! The second generation of Sword Immortal?
Such sword intent reminded the ancestor of Miaokong Sect of some bad memories. He was also hunted down by the sword fairy in Shenzhou. However, the man in front of him seemed to be stronger than the sword fairy.
"Senior, goodbye."
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect immediately gave up the idea of resistance, turned around, moved ten thousand meters away, and escaped.
Xiao Yuntian chased after him with the sword light, and the two of them chased each other.
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect, with his cultivation in the Spiritualization Stage, escaped a hundred miles in just a few breaths, and no one helped him along the way. He only saw the entire land in flames, and all the nearby sects were facing encirclement and suppression by mysterious strongmen.
He became more and more certain that this was a premeditated attack.
Where did these people come from and why?
Since you have such strength, why don’t you seize Shenzhou?
With a heart full of doubts and an unknown fear, the ancestor of Miaokong Sect quickened his pace and tried to escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible. Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong. The frightening sword intent behind him did not disappear or weaken, but was getting closer and closer.
He only escaped for five breaths, which was very short for a mortal, but was enough to decide life or death in a battle between powerful masters.
Including whether he could escape.
There is an unwritten rule in the cultivation world. If the strength of both parties is equal, and one party tries desperately to escape, the other party will definitely not be able to kill it without additional means. Even if there are additional means, if you can't inflict a fatal blow within three breaths, it will still be difficult to win.
Because the escaper only needs to worry about escaping, while the pursuer has to consider both speed and attack.
Xiao Yuntian's cultivation level was much lower than his own. Even if his cultivation level was a high realm higher, even if he was a Saint King, he could not kill him.
But why can he hold on to himself so tightly?
Glancing behind him, the founder of Miaokong Sect felt his scalp go numb and his soul was almost scared out of his wits.
All I saw was a flash of brilliant fire, which was the brilliance brought by the burning of the Taoist foundation.
Xiao Yuntian also began to burn his Tao foundation, but he was only burning his lifespan. His cultivation did not directly reach the God Transformation stage, but went from the Golden Core to the Nascent Soul stage.
For a genius in the Immortal Palace like him, it is natural for the Nascent Soul to kill the Divine.
"cut!"
As the sword was drawn, the dazzling sword light flew and brought up frost and snow all over the sky.
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect had previous experience, so this time he did not think about how to perfectly block the sword, but instead immediately sacrificed one arm.
The sword flashed, and the arm flew high. Then, because the two chased too fast, they fell several thousand meters behind Xiao Yuntian in an instant.
The two were still moving, but it was only a brief flight in reality, and the speed at which the flames burning due to friction with the air was like two meteors.
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect could not resist and roared: "I have no hatred or grudge against you, please don't go too far. If you really want to kill me, I will not hesitate to die!"
He had already admitted defeat, retreated voluntarily, and even swore an oath, but the other party still pursued him relentlessly, clearly intending to kill him.
"Have you ever looked down at the people on the ground? They are my compatriots. If you bully them, you should be killed."
Xiao Yuntian's aura climbed up one level again, reaching the middle stage of the Nascent Soul, burning a hundred years of his life.
The magic sword transformed from the sword intent in his hand turned blood red, and was entangled with a crazy and extreme murderous aura, as if it wanted to kill all the people in the world.
The sword of killing, the sword of absoluteness.
"For a group of mortals, is it necessary to do this?"
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect roared loudly. He was already frightened by Juejian's murderous intent.
Xiao Yuntian suddenly stopped, his fingertips slid across the blood-red sword blade, and endless murderous aura turned into waves above the sea of clouds and rushed forward, like a tsunami covering the sky and the earth.
Is it worth it just for a group of mortals?
Once upon a time, there was a group of swordsmen in the human race. They were born in the wild times, when the world was not yet ruled by immortals. At that time, the world was in chaos, and the swordsmen went down the mountains to quell the chaos.
Even if the road is hopeless, I will not look back.
Many of them died before the age of a hundred, which was just the age when people in the Immortal Palace completed their compulsory studies.
Xiao Yuntian, who was a thousand years old, once asked the immortals: They could have waited until they had achieved success in their cultivation before coming down the mountain, so why did they disregard their lives when they were young? Why not wait for a few hundred years?
The immortal replied: Because the people cannot wait, they don’t have hundreds of years.
Why does he want to burn his foundation now?
It must be the words of an immortal.
The people of this land need it, and they need it now.
And when he said this, Xiao Yuntian knew that he must kill this man.
When they talk about the survival of the fittest, I will destroy them.
This is the teaching of the immortals.
The moment the sword fell, the vast sky was filled with sword light.
The ancestor of Miaokong Sect burned everything that could be burned, constantly moving and flying forward. He was like a huge flaming star, running forward without stopping!
Run! You must run!
A hint of red appeared in the sight of the ancestor of Miaokong Sect, and the blood-red border of his sight began to gradually spread forward, and finally the sea of blood completely enveloped him.
All cultivation, soul, Taoism, and lifespan were drowned in the sea of blood.
One sword!
Just one sword!
A powerful god who was burning to the extreme died, and he couldn't even scream before he died.
Xiao Yuntian turned around and rushed towards another sect, and began to attack the city and stronghold almost without stopping. There were a hundred people like him, a hundred powerful people from the Immortal Palace who were determined to cut down this society that had gotten out of control.
If you look down at the entire state, you can see the blood-red color spreading from the Hengduan Mountains and sweeping across the entire Black Soil State.
Accept the order and prepare for your own demise.
I wonder if anyone remembers the original setting. The protagonist grew up reading the Spring and Autumn Annals, which is also in line with the setting of my Seven Kingdoms of China.
The sentence in the previous picture was said by Zhuangzi. Our ancestors had predicted moral kidnapping a long time ago.
The protagonist's ideas are also influenced by Taoism, and his growth and origins can be traced (hold your head high!! Shoot the target successfully)
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