The Nascent Soul cultivator's speed was very fast, and it took only a few breaths to come to Lu Yi not far from the horizon.

The group of Nascent Soul monks stopped, glanced at Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu who were fighting, and turned to look at Lu Yi.

"I didn't even take the opportunity to escape? I really don't know whether to live or die." A burly man sneered.

The other Nascent Soul monks moved slowly, consciously surrounding Lu Yi and preventing him from running away.

Another beautiful-looking woman also sneered, looking at Lu Yi coldly: "Unfortunately, you were born in the wrong sect, otherwise you will be a character with your talent."

Lu Yi's expression was calm, and he chuckled lightly: "Seniors, don't you think you're going to eat me?"

As soon as Lu Yi's words came out, everyone was stunned, and then they all laughed.

"Hahaha, what? You don't think you can escape from us, do you?"

"It's so interesting. Maybe you are a peerless genius. If we don't have enough people, you may really be run away. Unfortunately, we have thirteen people!"

"Even if you are extremely talented, you are only in the realm of Jindan. In the face of thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators, do you still want to run?!"

They sneered, the spiritual energy circulated around their bodies, and the Qi machine locked Lu Yi, not giving Lu Yi a chance.

As long as Lu Yiyi changes, it will definitely be their thunderous blow.

Lu Yi chuckled lightly: "Several seniors misunderstood, I didn't think about running. I mean... I will kill you."

While speaking, a fiery streamer appeared on the Xuanyang sword in Lu Yi's hand, and the high temperature turned into a wave of air, spreading in all directions, followed by the sword intent that rose to the sky.

He took a step forward, and the long sword slashed towards a Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him.

Clang!

The inextinguishable sword qi contained an incomparably powerful sword intent, and the sword intent was like a biting cold wind, blowing through all the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Xuanyang Sword was slashed out, surrounded by terrifying thunderbolts, and the high temperature enough to vaporize gold and iron, turning it into a hundred-meter-long scarlet sword light, streaking across the sky.

The sword light illuminated the faces of all the Nascent Soul cultivators, the smiles on their faces froze, and their bodies were cold.

Especially the Nascent Soul cultivator who was locked by the sword energy.

It was a middle-aged black-haired middle-aged man with an ordinary stature and an ordinary appearance.

His face changed drastically, he roared, and a pitch-black shield appeared in his hand.

The shield became larger, turning into a size of more than ten square meters, with a black light like gold and iron flashing on it.

Sword Qi hit the shield.

boom!

Under the roar, the shield was instantly cut in half, and the sword was unstoppable and continued to slash at the middle-aged man.

He roared loudly, his spiritual energy circulated, he retreated again and again, and he continued to launch terrifying and powerful attacks, landing heavily on the sword energy, but he couldn't stop the sword energy.

The sword energy instantly engulfed the middle-aged man, and the middle-aged man didn't even scream, and turned into a ball of coke.

As the sword light swept across, the coke shattered, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the air.

Numerous Nascent Soul cultivators stood up with all their hair on their bodies. They were under the heat wave, but their whole bodies were cold.

They quickly dispersed, staring at Lu Yi with a look of horror on their faces.

"What kind of sword intent is this?! How can it be so strong??"

"It actually killed Lin Yi with one sword, Lin Yi is not a weak hand!"

"Wait, look at the long sword in his hand!"

An old man with long gray hair widened his eyes and stared at the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.

The others heard the words and noticed the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.

Suddenly, everyone's breath stagnated, revealing a hint of greed.

"Middle-grade treasure! It turned out to be a middle-grade treasure!"

"No wonder this kid's sword qi is so strong! It turns out that he is holding a middle-grade treasure!"

Lu Yi saw that many Nascent Soul cultivators were greedy, so he just smiled and raised the long sword in his hand: "Come up and take it if you can."

Hearing this, many Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other, and then an old woman at the peak of Nascent Soul called out, "Kill!"

The spiritual energy circulated all over her body, and she spit out a blood-colored horse, which crossed the top of a mountain, and the peak melted silently and turned into dust.

Seeing this, the other monks also used their own means to attack Lu Yi.

Some people slashed at Lu Yi with swords like light, some people sacrificed a huge stove and shrouded Lu Yi, some people squeezed the magic formula, condensed a terrible storm, and so on.

As Nascent Soul cultivators, none of them are weak, and none of them are truly stupid.

If the talent is not enough, there is no way to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.

Their techniques are very powerful, and every attack is enough to easily destroy a mountain or a village.

Lu Yi, who was in the midst of these attacks, felt a terrifying surge of spiritual energy, and his expression did not change in the slightest.

The next moment, Lu Yi's body turned into a sword light, he used his sword essence escape, and instantly disappeared in place.

He came behind the third-layer Nascent Soul monk with the weakest cultivation base.

It was a hot, handsome, black-haired woman wearing a long blue dress.

The Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand slashed, and the terrifying sword energy condensed again, swallowing the black-haired woman in an instant, and she didn't even react.

This black-haired woman's cultivation was not as good as that of Lin Yi, who was on the sixth floor of the Nascent Soul. When she was swallowed, it turned into fly ash and completely dissipated.

"Wang Qin!

A middle-aged man on the eighth floor of Nascent Soul changed his face, roared angrily, and stared at Lu Yi angrily.

He shouted and shot a series of magic weapons, hitting Lu Yi.

However, before these magic weapons touched Lu Yi, Lu Yi had disappeared in place again, came behind a monk on the fifth floor of Nascent Soul, and devoured him with a sword.

The faces of the cultivators changed again and again, and it all happened so fast that they couldn't even react.

The glamorous woman at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted: "This little beast is extremely fast! Gather together, don't give him a chance!"

Hearing this, the remaining nine Nascent Soul monks gathered together, watching Lu Yi vigilantly.

The nine Nascent Soul cultivators looked at a Jindan cultivator so vigilantly, and if they said it, no cultivator would believe it.

Seeing this, Lu Yi burst into laughter. He held the Xuanyang Sword, stood in front of several people, and said with a chuckle, "Aren't you here to hunt me down? That's it? How did you kill me?"

The expressions of several Nascent Soul cultivators changed again and again, and their expressions were extremely embarrassed.

The dignified Nascent Soul cultivator, who was already an ancestor in the small sect, was forced into a collective defense by a Jindan cultivator, which made them face shame.

"Little beast! Don't be complacent!"

The old woman shouted angrily, then opened her hand and threw a scarlet net.

This net is good at facing the wind, and soon it turned into a big net that covered the sky, covering Lu Yi.

A Nascent Soul cultivator next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed, "This is the Heavenly Net of the Blood Spirit Religion?!"

The old woman sneered and said, "How is that possible? The Tianluo Net is the magic weapon of my Blood Spirit Religion, and it is a top-quality treasure. No one can hide! With his attack, he can't break it!"

Hearing these words, many Nascent Soul cultivators all looked at Lu Yi and laughed heartily.

"Good good! Let this little beast be proud!"

"Isn't he very fast? Even if it is an imitation, how can he escape under the net of heaven?"

Lu Yi also found this magic weapon a little strange at this moment.

Just like the blood jade of the Blood Spirit Religion before, he blocked a space and greatly reduced his avoidance range. As the Tianluo net shrinks, he will be caught.

But...that's just for ordinary people.

A ray of sword light flashed in Lu Yi's eyes, and the sword intent all over his body suddenly soared, almost forming golden sword shadows in front of him.

The Xuanyang Sword was buzzing under Lu Yi's sword intent, and Lu Yi took a step forward and slashed out a sword.

The golden-red sword light with thunder soared into the sky, like a stream of fire falling from the sky, to burn everything.

Jianguang slashed at the scarlet Tianluo Net, which was flashing with crimson brilliance, trying to resist the Jianguang, but it was smashed by the Jianguang in an instant, and the Jianguang tore the Tianluo Net and chopped it into two pieces. .

"What?!" The old woman's face changed, a little pale.

She sacrificed and refined the imitation of this day's net with her heart and soul. Now that the magic weapon has been broken, she has also been attacked.

The other Nascent Soul monks were also shocked.

"How is this possible?! Even if you hold a mid-grade treasure and your own strength is not enough, it is impossible to destroy this magic weapon!"

"His Sword Intent is even more terrifying than before. This kind of Sword Intent is probably more powerful than the normal Nascent Soul peak."

Even the cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul had extremely ugly expressions at the moment, and the situation was more difficult than they imagined.

After severing the net of the sky, Lu Yi's sword intent rushed to the sky, his black hair danced wildly, his terrifying aura was like a **** and a devil, he used his sword essence escape, and disappeared again in place.

"Be careful!

An old man at the peak of Nascent Soul snorted lowly, shot a long sword in his hand, and slashed towards the air in front of the old woman.

At this time, Lu Yi suddenly appeared in that position, and the long sword was already close to his chest.

Everyone was overjoyed.

But as soon as the corners of their mouths were raised, they froze.

Seeing Lu Yi's expressionless face, he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the long sword directly, making a clanging sound where it collided, like a symphony of gold and iron.

Lu Yi has a condensed thunder pattern all over his body, and the mysterious thunder pattern is condensed between the eyebrows.

As early as when his physical body broke through to the Golden Core Realm, it was already able to resist the thunder tribulation of the Nascent Soul's destructive power. After so long, it was naturally stronger.

"How is that possible?! Yuan Lao's heartless sword can cut the peak of Nascent Soul, how could he be caught by this little beast with his bare hands?!"

"What kind of monster is this?! The physical body is comparable to the peak of Nascent Soul??"

Everyone couldn't help but feel cold.

Lu Yi turned his head, looked at the old man, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn later."

With that said, Lu Yi squeezed his hand, and the long sword of the top-grade magic weapon shattered inch by inch.

The faces of the Nascent Soul cultivators were pale, and their bodies were far less hard than the best instruments.

"Attack him together! I don't believe his body is immortal!"

A strong man shouted and attacked first.

The other monks also attacked Lu Yi one after another.

Lu Yi's body turned into a sword light again and disappeared.

Originally, several Nascent Soul cultivators formed a circle to prevent Lu Yi from killing him at a terrifying speed.

But once they all attacked Lu Yi, of course, the flaws were revealed again.

Lu Yi's body appeared behind many Nascent Soul cultivators, and the Xuanyang Sword slashed down one after another, and terrifying sword energy swept across the sky, attacking all Nascent Soul cultivators indiscriminately.

Lu Yi was in a good mood. Originally, these guys stood far away, and Lu Yi could only kill them one by one, but standing together now is more convenient for him.

The terrifying golden and red sword energy was unstoppable, and almost everywhere it passed, everything turned into ashes.

The mountains below were slashed by Lu Yi a few times and turned into criss-cross valleys.

When the sword light dissipated, there were only three monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, one was the old man, one was a beautiful woman, and the other was a tall and strong man.

There was originally an old woman at the peak of Nascent Soul, but unfortunately she couldn't escape Lu Yi's sword and was killed on the spot.

The three cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul were full of shock, staring at Lu Yi. Lu Yi had a thunder pattern on his body, and there were lines of thunder, surging blood and aura wrapped around him, his black hair dancing wildly, his breath terrifying. Incomparable people.

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It's just Jindan cultivation base, and even the cultivators at the peak of Nascent Soul were wiped out with their gestures. The three of them seemed to see a young fairy king.

Lu Yi flashed thunder light all over his body and looked at the three of them calmly.

It's been a long time since he made such a reckless shot. After all, every time Lu Yi made a shot before, it was a competition, and it was completely useless to fight him with Yun Xi and the others.

Now that he made such a move, Lu Yi knew that his strength had already reached such a level.

He stepped out, turned into a sword light, and rushed towards the three Nascent Soul monks who were still alive.

"run!

Seeing Lu Yi rushing in, the faces of the three of them changed drastically and they fled in three directions.

However, how fast is Lu Yi?

He turned in an instant, caught up with the old man, and a crimson sword light swept across the sky, allowing the old man to roar again and again, his spiritual energy was violent, but he was unable to resist it. He was swallowed by the sword light and turned into flying ashes.

Lu Yi didn't take a second glance, and instantly turned into an afterimage, chasing after the beautiful woman.

When the glamorous woman saw Lu Yi, her face changed greatly, and she opened her mouth and shouted, "Rao..."

Before she could finish her words, she was swallowed by the sword light.

Lu Yi, like an emotionless killer, rushed to the last strong man again.

The strong man was not slow, and had already run a certain distance.

But even so, Lu Yi easily caught up with him.

Seeing that two cultivators at the peak of Yuan Ying who were no weaker than him were killed, the strong man turned pale, and roared to make a final resistance, but unfortunately, it was like an oyster shaking a tree, and it was useless.

Lu Yi killed him with a sword.

After killing all the Nascent Soul monks, Lu Yi sighed and looked at the sky in the distance.

That was where Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu fought.

In the sky, lead clouds floated, blizzards surged, the entire mountain range was covered with white snow, and it was freezing cold.

On the other side, there is a blood mist floating, and the strong blood smell is disgusting.

In the blood mist, one after another violent blood light shot out, some turned into long swords, some turned into giant hands, and some turned into mountain peaks, attacking Liu Ningshuang.

Liu Ningshuang held the cold glass sword, her face was icy and heavy, and she kept resisting attacks.

But even so, she still retreated again and again, and it was difficult to completely resist the offensive of Xueyu.

Spirit Transformation cultivators are too strong, compared to Nascent Soul cultivators, they are like Dust and Haoyue, completely two levels.

Even a cultivator at the peak of Nascent Soul was vulnerable to a cultivator who had just entered into a divine transformation.

Liu Ningshuang's ability to resist the strong attack of the cultivator of the gods with Yuan Ying Xiu is already amazing.

Lu Yi saw that Liu Ningshuang was at a disadvantage, retreated again and again, her breath was a little unstable, turned into a stream of light, and rushed towards the direction of their battle.

He approached the blood mist, and the sword intent around his body rose to the sky, and golden light flashed on his body, as if he was wearing a golden armor.

Lu Yi didn't hold back, he used the Perfect Sword Intent, and the Xuanyang Sword vibrated and hummed.

The Immortal Conception was born with the meaning of the destruction of thunder, echoing the power of Xuanyang in the Xuanyang sword, and condensing seven sword lights in the air.

He ran the Seven Profound Swordsmanship, and the seven sword lights were like crimson meteors, pouring into the blood mist, stirring the blood mist to roll.

Xueyu felt the sword lights, turned her head and looked over, and saw Lu Yi standing in the air.

His face changed suddenly, and he turned to look, where could he still see the figures of the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators?

He waved his sleeves again and again, and pieces of blood mist rolled, shooting blood light and sword light colliding, the roar resounded through the heavens and the earth, and the aftermath raged, hitting the snow-covered mountains below, the mountains shook violently, and cracks appeared.

The sword light contained an inextinguishable mood, and it was extremely tenacious. Even if it suffered a **** light, it was only a lot darker, but it still did not collapse.

Xueyu's face changed, with a look of astonishment: "How is it possible?! The magic of the mere Jindan realm can actually resist my annihilation?"

He shot out one after another of blood light before completely defeating the sword light of the Seven Profound Swordsmanship.

This still makes Xueyu look ugly.

At this time, Lu Yi had come to Liu Ningshuang's side.

Liu Ningshuang's red lips parted slightly, she let out a breath, stared at Xueyu in the distance, and asked softly, "Junior brother, how are you? Are you okay?"

Lu Yi smiled: "I'm fine, but those Nascent Soul monks are not so good."

Xueyu's face was extremely gloomy, she stared at Lu Yi and asked, "How are they?"

Liu Ningshuang's explosive strength was extremely powerful, and even the blood jade couldn't take it lightly, so she had to focus all her attention on her. However, in such a short time, the thirteen Nascent Soul monks disappeared without a trace, even their breaths were lost. As if it didn't exist.

Xueyu felt a little bad in her heart.

Lu Yi looked at Xueyu and chuckled, "Of course he's dead."

Liu Ningshuang was stunned for a moment~www.mtlnovel.com~ widened her eyes in amazement and looked at Lu Yi: "Junior Brother, you..."

Blood Jade Tong Kong shrank slightly and shouted angrily: "Little beast, how dare you lie to this old man?! No matter how talented you are, the gap between Jin Dan and Nascent Soul is like a moat, can you kill thirteen Nascent Soul monks? !"

Lu Yi looked at Xueyu and said with a chuckle, "Could it be that you don't have such an idea in your heart?"

Xueyu heard the words, her face became more gloomy, and she stared at Lu Yi.

Xueyu personally understood the seven sword qi before Lu Yi.

That kind of sword energy, I am afraid that even the monks at the peak of Nascent Soul will be difficult to resist, unless they have special means, I am afraid they will be killed by one blow.

Xueyu's heart kept sinking, after a moment of silence, blood mist rolled around him, killing intent boiled, and said coldly: "Little beast, it seems that we still underestimate you... The more this is the case, the more we stay. You mustn't. The old man will kill you personally!"

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