Soul Devouring Sword Master

"Keep going!"

bump!

Lin Xiao stepped forward and continued on his way.

Lin Xiao followed the route on the map. As time went by, he basically adapted to the environment of Qingyun Continent, one after another, constantly approaching Fairy Sword Mountain.

Along the way, Lin Xiao acted extremely low-key, even deliberately avoiding some monsters when encountering them, so as not to attract other warriors.

Lin Xiao's perception is very strong. Whenever he detects aura fluctuations, he will try to avoid it or find a place to hide and come out after a while.

In this way, he was safe and sound along the way.

It is worth mentioning that along the way, he felt the auras of no fewer than ten Yuan Shen realms, and many Nascent Soul realm warriors, including masters of the third level of the Nascent Soul realm. This was impossible in the Pan-Ancient Continent. Lin Xiao was shocked by what happened.

There were some twists and turns along the way, but after more than half a month, Lin Xiao finally approached Fairy Sword Mountain.

In fact, he has already entered the territory of Immortal Sword Mountain, but he has not yet reached Immortal Sword Mountain.

"There are only three hundred miles left."

On a tree crown, Lin Xiao bit a fruit in his mouth, glanced at the map in his hand, and then looked ahead.

It has to be said that the environment of Qingyun Continent is indeed unique. Even the fruits produced contain vitality. Although there is not much, if it is sold in the Pan-Ancient Continent, it will definitely fetch a lot of money.

"gone!"

Uh-huh!

Before he finished speaking, Lin Xiao had disappeared, leaving only the swaying tree trunk.

Since this is the territory of Immortal Sword Mountain, Lin Xiao, as a quasi-disciple of Immortal Sword Mountain, naturally does not have to worry too much.

If it were in the Pan-Ancient Continent, it would only take a quarter of an hour to reach three hundred miles, but here, it would take at least an hour without stopping.

Uh-huh! Whoa...

There was a sound of breaking wind next to his ears, and the scenery in his sight quickly moved backwards.

"Um?"

Suddenly, Lin Xiao paused and stopped on a tree. Looking ahead, he sensed a battle wave ahead.

After hesitating for a while, Lin Xiao decided to go over and take a look. Since this is the boundary of Immortal Sword Mountain, he might encounter Immortal Sword Mountain disciples.

Slowing down, Lin Xiao followed the sound.

Soon, the aura fluctuations became stronger and stronger. Lin Xiao stopped in a bush. Through the gap, he saw several figures fighting in front of him.

"People from Fairy Sword Mountain!"

Lin Xiao's eyes flashed and he immediately saw that several of them were wearing Taoist uniforms from Fairy Sword Mountain. The symbols on them were the same as the patterns on the sword-shaped jade plaque in his hand.

On the other side, there were some men in blood robes, with a withered appearance, and black skulls printed on the blood robes. These people were holding various weapons, shining with strange blood.

What's even more strange is that beside these people, there are one or two warriors wearing silver armor.

They were warriors, but Lin Xiao could not feel a trace of life, only a strong violent aura. The eyes of these silver-armored warriors were scarlet, and their exposed skin was as dry as tree bark, as if there was no trace of moisture.

These silver-armored warriors roared like beasts, low and hoarse, like killing machines, and rushed towards the disciples of Immortal Sword Mountain.

when! when...

The sword energy and sword light slashed at these warriors, sparks flew out, and the clanging sound of iron was heard, leaving only superficial traces on the silver armor and skin, but not a trace of blood.

"what is that!"

Looking at the silver-armored warriors, Lin Xiao's pupils shrank. These warriors were like puppets. They were invulnerable and fearless of death. They obeyed the orders of the blood-robed warriors and cooperated with the blood-robed warriors in attacking.

At this moment, the two sides were fighting fiercely, with strength and energy rolling around, and there were tombstones scattered all around.

"Jiejie, kill all these guys!"

One of the blood-robed men sneered, the dry skin folds on his face squirming, his voice was like scraping iron, harsh and unpleasant, and with a wave of his hand, several streaks of blood shot out.

Judging from the situation, the two sides are evenly matched. The blood-robed men have slightly more people, mainly those silver-armored warriors. The number is about twice that of the Fairy Sword Mountain side, but the Fairy Sword Mountain side has stronger combat power. For a time, there was no distinction between up and down.

"If you want to kill us, you are not qualified enough!"

A handsome young man said coldly, holding a long sword. With a flick of his wrist, the sword intent exploded, the air rippled like water waves, and the sound of explosions could be heard endlessly.

"Breaking Dao Sword Intent is still a great success!"

Lin Xiao's expression condensed, and he broke the Dao Dacheng sword intention, which corresponds to the power of the second-level great source. Since the sword intention has stronger attack power, it is actually stronger than the ordinary second-level great source.

"Li Shui Sword!"

The handsome young man shouted loudly, swung his long sword, the light of the sword was like water, and flew out.

Judging from the opponent's aura, it was clear that he was at the peak of the seventh level of the Nascent Soul Realm.

"Bloodlight Slash!"

A man in blood robe shouted coldly, slashing forward with the bloody blade in his hand, and the blood glowed.

Bang! Bang...

The sound of gold and iron clashing, accompanied by roaring sounds, was full of vigor and energy.

In terms of power alone, the blood light is not weaker than the sword light, but with the blessing of the sword's intention, the sword light is like water, continuous, the blood light is constantly consumed, but the sword light is always strong, which has a sense of overcoming strength with softness.

The next moment, the man in blood robe shook and stepped back.