Aiming for the Immortal Path

"No! It's Ding Shoudian from Wushuang Castle! This old guy has such a fast reaction speed!"

"Among this old man's magic weapons, he has refined the spirit of a fire dragon, which is extremely spiritual. Right now Taoist Aunt Shenwei and Xiao Wukian are fighting for their true energy. Once this move is made, I'm afraid it will not be a trick!"

"No, we can't let him succeed!"

When the other monks saw this, they immediately looked anxious and hurriedly used their true energy to rush to take action. They were afraid that Su Twelve who had taken the spiritual object would be obtained by Ding Shoudian.

However, although everyone reacted quickly, they were still a little slower than Ding Shoudian.

Before everyone could finish speaking, there was a dragon roar, and the halberd had already passed through the sword energy in the sky, bypassed Xiao Wukian, and rushed in front of Su Twelve.

Seeing this scene, Su Twelve looked solemn, and his heart sank to the bottom.

He was willing to move to resist, but facing the offensive that existed during the distraction period, he felt that his whole body was suffocating, and the immortal energy in his body was frozen under the pressure of the opponent's momentum.

‘Is this... the terrifying power of the distraction period? ’

‘The world of cultivating immortals, one realm and one heaven, is true! Without the supreme treasure, it is simply unrealistic to cross a great realm! ’

‘I can’t believe how Senior Liu Hua was able to break through Taoist Sister Shenwei’s offensive in Quicksand Land with his pure swordsmanship! ’

At the moment of life and death, Su Twelve didn't have much fear.

But in my heart, I couldn't help but secretly sigh, and was once again shocked by Liu Hua's attainments in swordsmanship.

He could clearly remember that on the quicksand field that day, Taoist Aunt Shenwei urged her natal magic weapon to attack, and Liu Hua used her ultimate sword energy to break through the opponent's attack.

Although... I just barely managed it.

But at this moment, facing the offensive of Ding Shoudian, whose cultivation strength was obviously slightly inferior, he had no power to resist at all.

Just when Su Twelve's mind changed.

Xiao Wujian shouted angrily, "Huh! Ding Shoudian, you are looking for death!"

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As soon as he finished speaking, Xiao Wukian suddenly opened his mouth, and a pocket flying sword with an extremely exquisite shape, which was no more than three inches long, spurted out from his mouth.

Although this flying sword is small in size, the moment it appears, it causes thousands of sword energies in the field to tremble slightly.

"Huh? This is... Xiao Wujian's natal magic weapon, Flying Sword, Wentian Sword?!"

"Impossible. If this is the Wentian Sword, what is the flying sword in that scene? Moreover, Xiao Wukian's Wentian Sword is only a ninth-grade flying sword. Even if it is not a spiritual treasure, this flying sword is of very high grade. It’s close to a spiritual treasure level existence!”

"It's Tianwen Sword! Five hundred years ago, when Xiao Wujian asked me to refine weapons and swords at Bitao Villa, they were originally Wentian and Tianwen flying swords. Unfortunately, in the end, the Tianwen Sword refinement failed and only the remaining Sword Embryo. Unexpectedly... after five hundred years of cultivation, he could actually complete the sword embryo, and even reach the level of a pseudo-spiritual treasure!"

When people in the distance saw the appearance of this pocket flying sword and felt the amazing aura emanating from the sword, they couldn't help but let out a series of exclamations.

A magic weapon at the level of a pseudo-spiritual treasure is rare even in the distracted stage.

At the end of the crowd, the voice of the young master of Bitao Villa came out, and his explanation made many monks nod slightly.

But in front of the crowd, Ding Shoudian, who was trying to get something out of the fire, turned ugly in an instant.

Not caring about continuing to target Su Twelve, the magic formula in his hand changed, and he was about to take back his halberd magic weapon.

Although the grade of my halberd magic weapon is not bad, compared with a fake spiritual treasure, the gap is very obvious.

Not to mention, the sword cultivator Xiao Wujian is even more powerful.

However, Ding Shoudian's hand just made a move.

"Qiang!"

There was a crashing sound in the field.

The sword light flashed across, and the halberd that was originally charging towards Su Twelve suddenly stopped. The phantom of the dragon that appeared on the surface of the halberd dissipated on the spot after letting out a pitiful scream.

The entire halberd was also split into two under the sword light, turned into two pieces of scrap metal, and fell from the air.

The magic weapon of his life was destroyed, and Ding Shoudian suffered a backlash.

His face instantly turned pale, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and the aura around him fluctuated violently.

Without waiting for him to stabilize his aura, the flying sword's sword light turned and continued to break through the air, heading straight towards his body.

"Xiao Wujian! You really want to kill them all!"

Ding Shoudian's eyes widened, and he retreated violently, ignoring the injuries caused by the backlash.

The true energy in the body surges wildly, blessing the robes on the body, and forming a strong body-protecting aura in front of the body.

Even so, he still felt chills running down his back. He stared at Xiao Wukian who was drawing his sword and exclaimed in surprise.

"Then... Xiao has made it very clear just now. Does Fellow Daoist Ding really think that Xiao is joking?!"

Xiao Wujian spoke silently, with murderous intent flowing in his eyes, and his eyes were cold and scary.

Ding Shoudian opened his mouth and was about to say something.

But before the words could be spoken, the sword light had already arrived!

"puff!"

With a muffled sound, the sword light passed through his heart, and countless sword energy surged into his body, limbs and bones in an instant.

In an instant, a cloud of blood mist emerged, and streaks of sword energy penetrated the body.

Ding Shoudian's entire cultivation level instantly dissipated into nothingness under the impact of this sword energy.

The fleshy body, completely devoid of life, fell to the ground with a crash and landed on the ground constructed by the formation space, covered in blood.

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But when his body fell, there were several weak formation patterns underneath him, glowing faintly.

The weak real hair fluctuations greedily devoured the blood flowing from Ding Shoudian's body, and even traces of evil aura escaped from it and poured into his body.

It was just that this glimmer was blocked by his body and did not attract the attention of any cultivator in the field.

At the same time, when his physical cultivation and vitality were lost, Ding Shoudian's sea of ​​consciousness and dantian Yuanying immediately separated from his physical body, retreated and fled, and merged into one in mid-air.

The Yuanying figure, who looked exactly like Ding Shoudian but was less than three inches tall, was suspended in mid-air, with a look of shock on his face.

They were both in the realm of the spirit separation stage, but he did not expect that he would be so vulnerable under Xiao Wujian's sword.

With just one sword, his physical body was destroyed, and his years of cultivation were destroyed.

Of course, this was because the flying sword was of extraordinary grade, but also because the difference in cultivation skills was really great.

After a brief shock, Ding Shoudian's Yuanying stared at Xiao Wujian in his sight, his small eyes as big as rice grains widened, and his face was full of anger.

"Xiao Wujian! You... you dare to destroy my body! Although my Wushuang Fort is not as good as your Xuanyuan Sword Sect, we will never let it go!"

"After today, wait for the wrath of my Wushuang Fort!"

Ding Shoudian's entire Nascent Soul was shaking violently as he roared in anger.

His Nascent Soul and his Soul were still alive, so he still had hope of continuing his immortal path. But his body was destroyed, and his thousands of years of hard work were gone overnight.

Such a result would be impossible for any cultivator to accept calmly.

As Ding Shoudian's body was destroyed, the faces of the other cultivators who tried to take advantage of the opportunity changed.

Without even thinking, they decisively suppressed their offensives and retreated to a distance without making a sound.