Xuantian Immortal Cultivation Record

Multiple swords emerging, a Sword Shadow Escape? Zhang Yuanjing suddenly recalled Gu Yuanqiao in the Profound Yin Cave, who had used a strange escape technique to evade Lin Dushan's divine sense and leap over the Yang beast's fire. Lin Dushan had said that this Sword Shadow Escape was the unique secret technique of the Thousand Swords Sect.

Could this person be a Thousand Swords Sect cultivator? But how could a Thousand Swords Sect cultivator be mixed up with demonic cultivators!

A layer of black hard shell suddenly appeared on Zhang Yuanjing's body surface, then completely covered his body. With a flick of his wrist, the Armor-Piercing Axe instantly appeared in his hand.

He was about to remind Fire Crow Daoist, but saw the Suanni beast's eyes glow with intense green light, shining towards the upper left of where Huo Zhengkai was standing.

At the same time, a fire crow suspended above the rear of the hall, under the control of Fire Crow Daoist, suddenly exploded, turning into countless fire rockets, also shooting towards that space.

A faint fluctuation of spiritual energy was seen flashing in that space, then disappearing without a trace.

Now that the sword-bearing Daoist had revealed his whereabouts, it was naturally difficult to hide from Fire Crow Daoist's divine sense. Fire Crow Daoist waved his palm, and the flames remaining in the air turned into sharp arrows, shooting towards various spaces.

This Daoist was using a peculiar escape technique, relying on the array symbols he carried to secretly escape from the hidden door, but Fire Crow Daoist's control over his magic weapons was exquisite. Every strike hit his weak points, and in the state of escape, he could not defend himself, so he had to keep dodging. Not only was he unable to approach the hidden door, but he was forced further and further away from the exit.

In fact, if he risked being burned by Fire Crow Daoist, he might have been able to break free. However, there was still a demon beast in the middle stage of the Core Formation realm there. If he was seriously injured, he would not be confident of escaping.

The demonic cultivator in the middle stage of the Saint Core realm was trapped in the raging sand for several breaths before finally finding its weak point.

However, as soon as he rushed upwards, he would be blocked by a stone wall, along with a sharp axe with astonishing killing intent, suddenly slashing towards him under the cover of the raging sand.

This demonic cultivator was very vigilant. The short spear was always moving around him. As soon as the Armor-Piercing Axe came, the short spear automatically met it and became entangled with it.

This person's cultivation realm was higher than Zhang Yuanjing's, but the short spear was not as powerful as the Armor-Piercing Axe, and was also restricted by the raging sand. Facing the axe's fierce attack, he could only defend with all his strength and could no longer rush out.

The sword-bearing Daoist was entangled by Fire Crow Daoist's Myriad Beast True Fire and wooden sword, and was also attacked by Ape Thirteen with his staff, and was soon driven to the center of the trapped array.

Zhang Yuanjing took back the Armor-Piercing Axe, held it in his hand, and weakened the Raging Sand Array slightly.

The demonic cultivator's divine sense could extend slightly. Seeing that the axe was not in the array, he raised his magical power and rushed upwards again. This time, he easily escaped from the array.

His divine sense quickly swept across the scene, and in a flash of lightning, he saw the situation in the field clearly. He immediately rushed towards Huo Zhengkai behind him.

This person could be considered a ruthless character. He immediately grasped the key to breaking the situation, wanting to take Huo Zhengkai as a hostage. At the same time, going to that place would be next to the hidden door, and his own safety would be fully guaranteed.

However, at the moment this person approached, the Biqing Suanni beast's eyes suddenly flashed with green light, and a cloud of green gauze enveloped him.

He only felt a burst of dizziness, and thought to himself that things were bad. Just as he was about to stab his own divine soul to maintain his clarity, the Armor-Piercing Axe flew from the side and rear, with an unstoppable force, cutting him in two.

After the Armor-Piercing Axe succeeded, Zhang Yuanjing did not take it back, but instead drove the axe to slash at the place where Fire Crow Daoist was attacking.

The sword-bearing Daoist, who had hidden into the space, moved quickly, and the Armor-Piercing Axe followed the trajectory formed by the fire rockets fired by Fire Crow Daoist, and its power continued to accumulate.

The space here was only a hundred feet in radius, and there were four Core Formation realm beings besieging him. The sword-bearing Daoist had little room to maneuver and dodge, and could only keep dodging in the middle area, trying to find a flaw, and then kill towards the Biqing Suanni beast's side.

At this time, because he was repeatedly attacked by Ape Thirteen, this Daoist revealed a trace of his aura, and the Armor-Piercing Axe immediately locked onto his position, and suddenly darted forward, slashing fiercely one foot in front of his escape route.

With a scream, the Daoist fell from the space, and blood gushed from his abdomen.

He was trying his best to avoid the attacks of Fire Crow Daoist and Ape Thirteen, but he did not expect the Armor-Piercing Axe to suddenly slash in front of him. Caught off guard, he was hit head-on, and a deep wound was cut under his abdomen by the axe, and his escape technique was forced to stop.

He roared wildly, and activated some kind of spirit talisman, and a cloud of purple energy rose around him, surrounding the Armor-Piercing Axe, imprisoning it. The Armor-Piercing Axe charged left and right, and every axe strike could split several inches to a foot of purple energy, but going further out, it was like falling into mud, and it was difficult to move forward.

The Daoist did not look at the purple energy and the axe. His hands changed rapidly, and the three red sword-shaped paper pieces and three silver sword-shaped paper pieces that were originally attached to his chest like talisman seals turned back into three red swords and three silver swords. The six swords revolved around him, their auras connected, and it seemed that they were about to form a sword formation.

Fire Crow Daoist sneered, and reached out and sacrificed the wood-attribute flying sword again, injecting strong magic power into it. The sword was like a ghost, lightly floating around the Daoist, and three of the six swords suddenly slowed down.

The Daoist's face changed, and he quickly changed his hand seals to stabilize the three swords.

However, at this moment, Ape Thirteen suddenly struck out with his staff, hitting the three swords, and shattering them at once. The momentum of the six swords forming an array was instantly disintegrated.

The Daoist's aura stagnated, his face turned from red to white, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. But the hand seals in his hand became more complex and swift, and he wanted to turn all six swords into talisman seals.

Before he could complete this technique, a cloud of flames like cotton wool covered his head.

The Daoist was trapped in the purple energy and could not move, so he had to spread out his whole body's magical power to slightly block the flames. Then, a turtle shell-like defensive magic weapon appeared, covering his body, and a milky white mist continuously gushed out from within, like rain and silk, resisting the flames.

"A trapped beast's struggle!"

Fire Crow Daoist snorted coldly, but he was also really surprised in his heart. This person's magic weapons and spirit talismans were naturally not bad, but his magical power and combat skills were also very powerful. He thought to himself that if they were in an open space and fought alone, even if their magic weapons were similar, he might not be able to win against this person.

However, since this person had fallen into a passive position, he would naturally not give him a chance to turn the tables. The wooden sword shook, and the strands of entanglement power enveloped him like rain and mist, and the speed of the six swords transforming into seals immediately slowed down.

Ape Thirteen also held the Heaven-Mixing Staff, stepped forward, and stared with his two copper bell-like eyes, ready to give him a fatal blow at any time.

This Daoist was also a tough character. Even when he was on the verge of desperation, he refused to say a word of begging for mercy, and did not report his origin and background, so that Zhang Yuanjing and Fire Crow Daoist would be afraid.

The hand seals in his hand were still weaving rapidly, and three of the six swords had become sword seals, and a mysterious and powerful aura was revealed from them.

Fire Crow Daoist leisurely smiled at Zhang Yuanjing and said, "Yuanjing, do you want to capture him alive, or just kill him directly?"

Before Zhang Yuanjing could answer, the Daoist heard it, and his face instantly turned as black as the bottom of a pot. He glared at Fire Crow Daoist fiercely, his eyes full of murderous intent like a tide. But that was all.

This person was trapped in a heavy siege, and only displayed five or six tenths of his skills. He was restricted everywhere, and lagged behind everywhere. He had originally set up a trapped array to quietly kill his opponent, but he had shot himself in the foot, making his strongest life-saving skills useless, and his proud attack skills had no chance to be used. He could only stubbornly defend. At this moment, his struggle was just a desperate attempt to survive.

Zhang Yuanjing said, "Senior, he is waiting for reinforcements. Let's kill him first, to avoid complications."

Fire Crow Daoist nodded, and with a wave of his hand, the Xuan Iron Great Gourd was suspended above the Daoist's head. Then a stream of flames fell like a flood, engulfing the white mist, the turtle shell-shaped magic weapon in the white mist, and the middle-aged Daoist hiding under the turtle shell.

"Ah—"

The screams were shrill and terrifying, full of pain and despair.

Fire Crow Daoist and Zhang Yuanjing did not speak, and quietly watched a ball of flames several feet in radius rise and fall in the center of the hall, swaying from side to side. A huge amount of firepower was almost all concentrated within, and did not spread out much, so Huo Zhengkai, a Foundation Establishment cultivator who was only two or three feet away, did not feel much heat.

After about ten breaths, Fire Crow Daoist slapped the gourd, and the mouth of the gourd shrank, and all the flames were taken back.

Zhang Yuanjing looked intently, and only the blackened turtle shell-shaped magic weapon and three red and three silver six flying swords remained. The Daoist was gone, and even the corpses of the two strong men were burned into a pile of black ashes.