Mortal Bones

"I have an urgent matter. Can you make an exception?"

Xu Taiping took a step forward, his hand on the hilt of the knife, his expression relaxed and calm.

"Even if the King of Hell comes today, there is no way to make an exception!"

The disciple of the Tyrant Sword Sect raised his hand, and three iron spikes flew out of his sleeves and began to fly around him.

At the same time, his hand "swooshed" and pulled out the long knife at his waist.

Seeing this, the dozen disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect standing behind him also sacrificed their own magic weapons and pulled out the long knives at their waists.

For a while, violent aura fluctuations, one wave after another, slapped towards Xu Taiping.

"Do you still want to make an exception?"

The leading disciple of the Tyrant Sword Sect pointed his knife at Xu Taiping, his eyes full of sarcasm and impatience.

If it were an ordinary cultivator, this aura fluctuation alone would be enough to make them retreat.

But for Xu Taiping, he had seen too many such battles.

"Swoosh!——"

Without any hesitation, Xu Taiping pulled out the "Broken Water" at his waist, and at the same time, he jumped off the stage lightly.

"Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!"

The moment he jumped off the teleportation platform, the flying cones of more than a dozen Ba Dao Sect disciples all shot towards Xu Taiping with the sound of breaking through the air.

"Boom!"

But as Xu Taiping slashed with his sword, more than a dozen flying cones were split and exploded.

A few flying cones of low grade even shattered on the spot.

Several Ba Dao Sect disciples who refined flying cones into their life-saving magic weapons were seriously injured on the spot.

"Brothers, this must be a precious sword in his hand, let's take it away together!"

After a short moment of daze, the leading Ba Dao Sect disciple roared immediately.

Because Xu Taiping used his lotus pupils to cover up his own breath, he was very sure that the reason why Xu Taiping was able to break their flying cones with one sword just now was entirely because of the Broken Water Sword in his hand.

Because of the leading disciple's words, some Ba Dao Sect disciples who had originally had the intention of retreating had their eyes burning again for a while, and began to desperately urge the true essence in their bodies.

"Pah!"

Just at this moment, Xu Taiping's feet landed on the ground, right in the middle of them.

"You actually walked into a trap and are looking for death!"

Seeing Xu Taiping offering himself to him, the leading disciple was overjoyed, and immediately raised the long sword in his hand, carrying the violent sword energy and slashing at Xu Taiping.

At the same time, he shouted to the other disciples:

"You all form the Six Ding and Six Jia Dragon Slaying Sword Formation."

Hearing this, the twelve sword cultivators behind him quickly stood in position and quickly formed a sword formation.

In just a moment, everyone's sword power would converge on the leading disciple.

For a moment, the sword power of the leading disciple surged, and the long sword transformed into a sword shadow more than ten feet long and more than ten feet wide, slashing towards Xu Taiping.

"Shua!"

But with the sound of a sword energy breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

A bright sword mark appeared in front of the leading disciple, and his sword power was instantly broken, and his body was penetrated by a torrent of sword energy.

In less than a breath, the leading disciple's body was shattered into flesh and blood by the sword energy.

Seeing this scene, the remaining twelve disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect lost their minds on the spot and turned around and fled without hesitation.

"Zhi!——"

Before the twelve people could escape a few steps, in a sound of swords that sounded like the cry of cicadas, pieces of sword shadows as thin as cicada wings, carrying dazzling sword lights, suddenly exploded like snowflakes in a storm.

In a breath, accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, more than a dozen disciples of the Tyrant Sword Sect fell down.

After mastering his martial arts, every sword Xu Taiping slashed now was a sword at the extreme level.

So these half-baked soul refiners were not his opponents at all.

This is how sword cultivators are.

If you meet a sword cultivator whose cultivation is only one level weaker than yours, you must be careful to deal with it, otherwise you are likely to be killed.

If you meet a sword cultivator whose cultivation is only one level stronger than yours, unless you have high-level skills and magic weapons, don't think too much and run away quickly.

"I'm afraid these people's souls are not even at the third level, and they can't be considered the peak of the soul-refining realm."

Xu Taiping shook his head, feeling a little unsatisfied.

After breaking through the soul-refining realm, he was able to sense the strength of the other party's soul through his own soul.

Even as long as he closed his eyes, he could clearly sense every blade of grass and tree within a radius of about a mile.

"Ding!"

After confirming that all the disciples of the Tyrant Blade Sect had fallen, Xu Taiping sheathed his sword.

At the same time, he spread his palms and sealed the souls of these cultivators in the ghost-sealing talisman.

But this time he didn't let the sword ghost swallow them all.

"It's not easy to practice, so I'll leave you a glimmer of life for now. However, if your sect master does something to harm the Heavenly Blade Sect, I will immediately burn your souls to ashes with the Great Sun Golden Flame."

Xu Taiping closed his palms and murmured in his mouth.

He had no interest in simple killing, but if the other party was really an unforgivable person, he would never have any mercy.

There is a saying in Buddhism that he likes very much - the heart of a bodhisattva, the means of thunder.

"Taiping, is my father in trouble?"

At this moment, Bai Yu's voice suddenly sounded in Xu Taiping's mind.

These days, Bai Yu and Ping An have been refining the demon pill in the fairy gourd, preparing to break through the most critical demon lord realm of the demon race, so there has been no sound.

But it may be because of the unique blood power of the demon race that they came to Zhenwutian, and Bai Yu sensed that Bai Hong's vitality was dissipating little by little.

"Yes."

After considering it for a while, Xu Taiping decided to tell Bai Yu the truth.

"Let me out, Xu Taiping!"

Bai Yu was a little anxious.

"What's the point of you coming out? The opponent is a strong man from Wumian Tower. You are a demon cultivator at the demon king level. Are you going to die there?"

Xu Taiping said to Bai Yu expressionlessly while quickly cleaning up the belongings of the disciples of Ba Dao Sect.

"But that's my father!"

Bai Yu shouted anxiously.