The Transmigrator’s Cultivation

The other sword cultivators were also sticking to one position. At this time, when they saw Xu Ziqing's grass wall not only blocking all that side, but also spreading to both sides at an extremely fast speed, it was actually trying to gradually block the entire wind wall. , his expression suddenly became a happy one.

Xun Liang blurted out and praised: "Xu Daoyou did an excellent job!"

Yin Xiu's gloomy complexion was actually a little more gentle.

Although Xu Ziqing was praised, he didn't dare to neglect, and urged his true essence to make those fine grasses run faster and more urgently.

But in a short while, the grass wall has covered most of the wind wall!

This method is much better than other methods.

At the same time, Tu Jin and the eighth-level wind shòu also fought well.

He had been careless before, and made that shòu almost hurt all of his companions, it was the loss of face and anger. Therefore, in the battle this time, all the means were taken out. In an instant, the blood flames filled the sky and the suffocating energy became a sea, dyeing the space of one side into a scarlet color. When Tu Jin was in it, his sword intent turned into a blood-colored torrent, and he also had an invincible will, no matter how the eighth-level wind shòu's vague and uncertain figure roamed around, he would eventually be trapped in it, and it would not be able to escape temporarily.

Such ferocity is even stronger than before.

But no matter how ferocious Tu Jin was, he was still a level lower than the eighth-level wind, so he could only deal with it, not kill him.

However, suddenly a giant puppet came suddenly, which greatly relieved his pressure, and then only in an instant, Yun Lie and other three sword cultivators were at the same time to help, Xu Ziqing blocked the wind from entering the wind wall, and immediately put the The wind is besieged!

The eighth-level wind was indignant, and opened his mouth to spit out countless air balls. The sound of breaking the air was extremely fierce. Feng shòu's natal supernatural power!

Chapter 470 Kill the eighth-level wind

Let’s say that the strength of this eighth-level wind is equal to that of a Mahayana monk, but how much hardship a Mahayana monk has gone through to achieve it, where are these strange creatures that are nurtured in the wind and naturally generated by the accumulation of wind over time. The eighth-level wind is powerful and powerful, As far as the real ability is concerned, whether it is a spiritual cultivator in the transmutation realm or a cultivator in the Mahayana period, it can be easily killed. And even if Tu Jin was a little lower than it, he wouldn't be restrained, but it would be more time-consuming to kill.

But this kind of supernatural power is also very powerful in the end, and the air mass it exhales is not just an ordinary air mass.

I saw that very faint blue light coming at a rapid speed, one point faster than the previous air masses, almost hitting Xu Ziqing's face - at this time, he was trying his best to manipulate the fine grass to weave the grass wall, and he reacted. Naturally, it will be a little slower.

It is this trace, in the eyes of the eighth-level wind, that is a great flaw.

It will directly remove Xu Ziqing. When the grass wall collapses, it will make it easier to get into the wind wall, and there are more means!

But since Xu Ziqing was using his skills, why wouldn't the other sword cultivators pay more attention?

Especially Yun Lie is Xu Ziqing's Taoist companion. Even if he is helping Tu Jin, he also has some thoughts on his junior brother's side. As a result, the wind shòu thought, and he first realized that under the extreme speed, just a sword intent chased after it, dangerous and dangerous, blocking the air mass!

Yun Lie is now the swordsman cultivation base of the Four Refinements of Sword Soul.

As soon as the sword intent went away, the air mass immediately collapsed, but after Xu Ziqing noticed it, a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes quickly.

"Huh?" He found out that Senior Brother's fierce sword intent actually collapsed a little after hitting the air mass, and even when the shattered light blue air mass flew away and hit the grass wall, a wisp of wisp came out. The flame, immediately burst into a big dòng!

Xu Ziqing frowned, and immediately increased the release of True Yuan.

After breathing, in the place where the flames burned, the fine grass was woven again, and the wind wall was blocked again.

It's just... If there are many more light blue air masses like this hitting the grass wall, I'm afraid that the grass wall will collapse, and the speed of growth can't match the speed of being destroyed!

But here and now, Xu Ziqing was not the only one fighting.

Yun Lie did not recall the sword intent, but wrapped around his junior brother's side to protect the law for him.

The other swordsmen fought hard against the eighth-level wind, and every air mass it exhaled was smashed into pieces by everyone—with the lessons learned, they would never let the scattered aftermath hit the grass wall, let alone give This wind shòu has the slightest chance to escape!

Soon, the battle came to a head.

The giant puppet is very impressive. In terms of realm, it is even more powerful than Tu Jin. This thing is where thousands of puppets and tens of thousands of puppets use their sects to create puppet spirits. Although they have no intelligence, they can make the most favorable choices under their instincts. And its hard shell is comparable to a treasure, and it cannot be easily injured. Even if it is hard against the air mass, it cannot make it retreat.

With this thing by his side, Tu Jin became even more powerful, and the eighth-level wind shòu gradually lost the match, and he had to endure other sword cultivators who were skilled in kendo attacking from time to time, making it even more difficult to deal with.

Rao is that no matter how fast its speed is, no matter how powerful the wind-turning energy is, it will not be able to support it anymore.

Xu Shi felt a sense of crisis in his heart, and the figure of the eighth-level wind suddenly became uncertain!

——It stands to reason that it was originally hazy and elusive, but now it has become a little clearer, and it should be better dealt with.

But many cultivators are experienced people, and at this time, they are even more vigilant.

Sure enough, the eighth-level wind shòu raised his head and spit out a piece of wind knife!

This knife forms an arc shape, each piece is constantly rotating, and each piece has a different color, which contains extremely terrifying power!

Tu Jin has the highest cultivation level, his eyes flashed, he stopped in front of him, and he slashed with sword intent!

"Bam—"

After the ear-piercing explosion, the wind knife and the sword intent canceled each other out, and the sword intent actually had no leftovers, and the fragments of the wind knife could not be twisted!

And those fragments splattered, and where they fell, a depression was formed.

The cultivators took a closer look and realized that the depression was where the earth turned into sand, and was quickly swallowed by an invisible force, eventually turning into a wreck that seemed to be swallowed.

If it happened to hit someone... wouldn't it be a rotten thing, even the flesh and blood?

This is so weird!

Tu Jin said at this time: "Everyone, this shòu can spit out a different kind of wind, each has magical powers, be careful!"

The cultivators also understood that the supernatural power of the eighth-level wind is deeper, that is, it can compress different wind types into wind knives against the enemy, and each wind blade contains the power of that evil wind. Once it gets on the cultivator - even if it's just flesh and blood, it will seem to pour the evil wind directly into his body, and the consequences will be completely stimulated.

After learning about this, everyone was naturally more cautious.

I saw that the eighth-level wind shòu spit out: Juetu wind, open fire wind, thunderstorm wind, there are water purification wind, Araki wind, quicksand wind, and soul-devouring wind, blood flame wind, red training wind, all kinds of different , seems to be a steady stream of general.

Such a supernatural power seems to surpass several other supernatural powers, making it dizzying and extremely difficult to deal with.

When Xu Ziqing saw it, he couldn't help but transmit a voice to Yun Lie: "Senior brother, be careful!"

Yun Lie responded, and when he shot, he became more and more brave.

Besides, Tu Jin, how could he bear it when he saw the eighth-level wind being so arrogant? At that time, he sneered, biting his fingertips and smearing it on a blood-colored long sword.

In an instant, on the blood-colored long sword, the blood light was extremely rich, and it almost burst out several meters of light.

Afterwards, Tu Jin's sword intent erupted, and suddenly an endless sea of ​​blood was born. From top to bottom, it was necessary to suppress the eighth-level wind!

At the same time, the giant puppet actually opened its mouth, sucking in the howling wind around it, and then rushing out in an instant—

The eighth-level wind spit out again and again, but its body shape became more and more familiar.

When everyone saw this, where did they still not understand? It's all overjoyed.

This magical power is so powerful, how can you keep using it? Of course, the further back you go, the more disadvantageous it will be. As long as they hold out longer, the eighth-level demon will definitely lose! At the next moment, all the sword cultivators burst out with their greatest killer moves, and Xu Ziqing directly released the bloodthirsty demon vines, like countless giant snakes, all rushing frantically, entangling the body of the eighth-level wind one after another!

The eighth-level demon howled wildly, and finally couldn't stand the many attacks, and fell backwards with a bang!

By this time, it has finally been worn to death.

The monks finally breathed a sigh of relief when they saw that it did not move again.

Li Qingyuan watched his heart surging from the side, and was almost suffocated. At this time, he reacted, with a smile all over his face, and walked over quickly: "Several brothers are so powerful, even this eighth-level Feng shòu is not your opponent!"

Tu Jin waited for Jianxiu to return his sword to the sheath, and nodded at him.

Yun Lie immediately retracted the giant puppet.

Xu Ziqing smiled slightly, making the grass wall turn into nothingness in an instant, and the blood vine also returned to the small universe. He then said to Li Qingyuan on behalf of the monks: "Brother Li is wrong, it's just a fluke."

This battle can indeed be called thrilling, but if Xu Ziqing was afraid, it wouldn't be so.

Although he is only in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, but since he has been honed on the battlefield of the Nine Voids, his skills have long been different from before, and he is far better than many Nascent Soul cultivators of the same realm.

This eighth-level wind is powerful, but after all, there is only one, no matter how powerful it is, how can it be combined with the many big demons on the battlefield of Jiuxu to release a terrible aura? After that baptism, the aura of this wind could not suppress Xu Ziqing at all, not to mention Yun Lie, who had fought the Great Demon and even killed the Great Demon together with the giant puppet.

After Li Qingyuan praised him, he said with a bit of guilt: "I'm sorry everyone. If it wasn't for my misinformation, this would not have happened. Fortunately, everyone is fine, otherwise I really don't know how to make up for it."

Xu Ziqing and others naturally said "no harm".

This is just a little frightening, but the result is good, and there is no need to embarrass others.

In the end, this Li Qingyuan also solved a difficult problem for them. With good intentions, why should he be too harsh?

Even the most eccentric Tu Jin was not dissatisfied.

Seeing this, Li Qingyuan looked a little better, and became more and more close to these monks.

And the corpse of the eighth-level demon shòu was equally divided among the five monks. As for which one was more and which one was less, no one cared too much.