Chapter 349: Flame Demon Sword, Nine Styles of Sunrise
Poof! The stout old man's body was directly knocked away by Di Kun. The bones in his body cracked and a large mouthful of blood spat out from his mouth.
"Lao Wu, take Wu Lianhan and the others, let's go, let's go quickly!" The thick old man covered in blood shouted desperately!
“Brother!” The only flying cavalry warrior in the late stage of foundation building who could still move roared angrily. In his sight, Di Kun had already swooped up again and slapped his paw on the chest of the sturdy old man.
The chest of the stout old man suddenly collapsed, and his body was like a tattered bag, falling feebly in the violent force of the air.
"Ulihan, wake up!" The only late-stage flying warrior didn't have time to hurt himself and looked at the other tribesmen.
A golden sword energy, with a touch of agility and ruthlessness, slid through the air in a moving arc.
The four people, the four eagles, were cut into two pieces by this knife without any resistance.
“Let’s go!” The remaining two flying warriors who were far away from Lu Xiaotian seemed to be waking up from a dream, but most of their companions were already bleeding in the sky. Even the strongest team leader died in battle. After the endless anger, there was boundless fear. Within a few breaths, only three of the eight people who were intact just now were left, like frightened birds.
Hearing the cry of Wu Gu, the three of them did not hesitate, controlled the spirit eagle under the seat, turned around and ran away.
Wu Gu, who was in the late stage of foundation building, covered his injured chest and looked back sadly, full of hatred. The tribe had suffered such a great loss. No matter what, this blood feud must be avenged!
Lu Xiaotian looked at the three flying warriors leaving, and his heart wrinkled slightly. Unfortunately, his Ice Soul Xuanyin has a certain range restriction and cannot attack without limit. If he had made up his mind to catch up, he might have been able to kill one or even two of them. However, these people were cornered. If they escaped separately, one of them would escape. In fact, for him, there is not much difference between escaping one person and escaping three. Besides, there are three foreign monks behind him.
"The Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun has long been extinct in the world of immortality!" The big Han sword, known as the Broken Knife, lives up to its name, especially when seeing Emperor Kun use it in such a shocking way. When he appeared on the scene, he directly killed a sixth-level spiritual bird, as well as the stout old man. He was able to block the attack of Danyuan Fire and Thunder Arrows. He was so fast that even the monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe could only I feel sorry for myself.
Just now, Lu Xiaotian retreated violently with the sword of the young man in a machete. In an instant, he killed four of the remaining eight flying knights. The remaining three were like frightened birds. Flee in disgrace. Feitian Silver Corpse Emperor Kun also solved one. Although many people and spirit eagles died, the entire battle only took place in the blink of an eye.
After Di Kun killed the stout old man, he pounced directly on the young man wearing a scimitar and wearing a gorgeous suit. However, the young man in fine attire danced with a black scimitar in an airtight manner, clashing with Di Kun several times. When he saw Di Kun repeating his trick and spitting out a ball of gray-white light, he looked frightened and quickly got out. The shape flashed and he narrowly avoided it.
The black sword in his hand frequently collided with Di Kun's hard claws. Every time the sword was struck, it was like a red sunrise. The sword was powerful and powerful, and its momentum was continuous. But Di Kun only used his two claws to grab it like lightning, and he smashed the blazing fire like the red sun into pieces. One man and one beast were beaten until the sky was dark and the earth was dark.
The young man in the scimitar costume was even more frightened. He was proud of the Flame Demon Sword and the Nine Sunrise Styles. Although he had only practiced the third style, he had already beaten all the Foundation Establishment monks in his sect invincibly. , I didn’t expect that even though I tried my best, I couldn’t take down the sixth-level monster in front of me. In fact, Di Kun also made the young man in gorgeous clothes with a scimitar in front of him very angry. The young man in beautiful clothes in front of him actually blocked its lustful power with just a knife. Every time it attacked, it was forced by the opponent's sharp sword skills. After retreating, even its soul attack was avoided by the opponent's mysterious footwork. If he continues to control that gray-white light ball, he will definitely not be able to fight the opponent like he is now.
After all, Di Kun belongs to the Flying Silver Corpse clan, and his body is the best weapon. When he gets better at fighting, his silver-gray figure shuttles in the air from time to time, fighting inextricably with the young man in a machete and costume. .
A trace of surprise flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. He didn't expect this young man in fine clothes with a scimitar to be so vigorous. It seems that the world of immortality is so big that there are many capable people. Back then, his tomb master relied on his sixth-level peak physical cultivation, coupled with his cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, to fight Di Kun in close combat. Although the fight was fierce, he still couldn't parry all Di Kun's attacks. It wouldn't take long. In a short time, he would be hit by Di Kun once. With his extremely powerful physique and fire dragon scale armor, he could survive Di Kun's ferocious attack. Even so, he was hit several times by Di Kun.
Later, he was able to severely injure Di Kun only through trickery. Moreover, the battle broke out on the ground, and the explosive power of his physical training was fully displayed. If it were in the air, with the speed that Di Kun broke out at this time, and Lu Xiaotian's condition at the time, it would definitely be even more miserable.
With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, he can naturally see that this young man in a scimitar and attire is not a physical practitioner. His cultivation level is higher than him. He has reached the eighth level of foundation building. His magic power is not much purer than his. But the sword skills are extremely sharp. The combination of the sharp sword skills in his hand and the matching footwork can produce amazing combat effectiveness. He even blocked Di Kun in the air. Di Kun's gray-white ball of light is perfect for sneak attacks. Those who are hit by it will inevitably die, but when used from the front, it is difficult to be effective with the strength of a young man wearing a scimitar. However, Di Kun's strength is not just as simple as being physically strong, his endurance is even more astonishing.
Although the swordsmanship of the young man wearing a machete in front of him was stunning and unparalleled, such a powerful swordsmanship consumes an astonishing amount of mana. If it is consumed at this rate, it will definitely not consume Di Kun. A trace of pity flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face. It was a pity that Di Kun's ice blue flame was accidentally hit by the little fire crow and was broken. Otherwise, the sum of them would not be enough for Di Kun alone.
The prowess of this young man with a scimitar and a gorgeous uniform is something he has never seen before among all the foundation-building monks. No wonder the three of them dare to catch up with him, and he is not afraid of the twenty-odd monks from the Flying Cavalry Tribe taking advantage of him. There was no one around to kill them. Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his previous approach, the combined strength of the sixth level of foundation building and the sixth level of physical training, he would probably not be able to defeat this young man wearing a scimitar and a gorgeous suit in close combat. Of course, if his second soul controls the puppet to participate in the battle, the result will naturally be different. However, they each took different paths. The young man in the scimitar costume was extremely talented and had such attainments in swordsmanship. It is estimated that he had been immersed in the art of swordsmanship for at least several decades. In addition to daily practice, he probably practiced this set of sword techniques. Even so, he can still reach the eighth level of foundation building.
(End of this chapter)