Chapter 845: Refining the Sword Into Silk, Killing Three Infants with One Sword

One of the nine maids, Kanyu maid Jin Yu Zhenjun, had a hole on her forehead, and her breath dissipated.

"... unwilling..."

"I hate it!"

"I have a life span of 1,200 years, I could have called the sect the ancestor!"

Jin Yu Zhenjun laughed bitterly.

Bang!

Her body collapsed into a pool of blood mist, and her fragile body could not withstand such a terrible force, and turned into powder, without any vitality.

In the hazy blood mist, a fist-sized Nascent Soul flashed by.

"Tushan!"

"Tushan!"

"You destroyed my Dharma body, this vengeance will be avenged by this Zhenjun, the Great Sun Dharma Sect will not let you go, they will come soon..."

In the space, there were shrill and resentful voices, which made people feel cold.

Then, it changed rapidly.

"Ah!"

"Spare my life! Master, I know I was wrong..."

Then, the shrill and resentful curses turned into sharp painful cries, interspersed with begging for mercy, and then calmed down in an instant.

Whoosh!

A silver-white flying sword broke through the space.

On the sword, a fist-sized Nascent Soul was pierced from the center of the eyebrows, exactly the same as the injury of the flesh, without any difference.

The sword shook slightly, and the sword energy burst out.

A Nascent Soul True Lord, who often called the Golden Core Peak cultivator an ant, was annihilated just like that.

This scene was reflected in the eyes of all the maids.

"The sky blue rain curtain... not bad."

"Jin Yu Zhenjun, you do have certain talents."

Jiang Ding said to himself, with a look of enlightenment in his eyes.

At the moment of killing Jin Yu Zhenjun, a stream of rain sword intent, rain sword killing moves, and various related insights poured into his heart, adding a very novel part to his sword foundation, and giving him a lot of inspiration for his own Great Sun Electromagnetic Sword Dao in his heart.

Therefore, he gave Jin Yu Zhenjun a certain respect.

"Run!"

"Run! He won't let us go!"

"No! Why? I just became a Nascent Soul and completed my path. I haven't had time to return to my hometown to avenge my hatred yet!"

At this moment, boundless fear surged into the hearts of the remaining three maids. They no longer had any fighting spirit and turned around to flee madly.

Four people joined forces!

The four great masters, with the instinctive military formation to cooperate, were not afraid even of the mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivators.

But they couldn't withstand the next sword!

This terrible gap made people despair.

Run!

You can only run away, flee far away, flee to the Sun Sword Sect, flee to the Righteous Demon Alliance, activate the formations arranged here in advance, and communicate with the transmission formations of the Nascent Soul Masters of many families in the Righteous Demon Alliance.

Then there is still a chance!

As long as a large number of Righteous Demon Alliance Nascent Souls come to kill, they may not be able to survive and kill Tushan!

The three maids went crazy, burning their blood and lifespans, and each split into three directions, fleeing desperately.

"Run?"

"This is not feasible."

Jiang Ding shook his head.

"Since you want to kill, fight, and seize the inheritance of the Nascent Soul and above, you have made all kinds of deliberate plans and far-reaching plans."

"Then, you should not retreat before the battle is over."

"This is not in line with the etiquette of sword cultivators."

Clang!

The clear sound of the sword.

The destructive sword intent spread all over the four directions and fell into the souls of the three maids who were fleeing frantically. The will of destruction made their souls slightly stiff.

Then,

Ding!

Jiang Ding drew his sword and slashed it.

The sword formed an arc and drew a beautiful curve, which connected the three Nascent Soul True Lords.

Everyone's eyes were attracted by this beautiful silver-white arc.

This does not seem to be a very powerful flying sword, just ordinary, just tough and sharp, and it is definitely not a famous sword.

However, its sword light is as thin as catkins, swaying with the wind, bright and dazzling.

Extremely condensed sword energy.

Extremely concentrated will.

These two are deeply hidden in the willow catkins.

It was not a sword technique, but just an ordinary slash.

However, at this moment, everyone had a thought in their mind.

It must hit.

This sword must hit.

This sword must kill, destroy the body, and destroy the soul.

This premonition was very abrupt, and it was so clear, reflected in everyone's soul, as if it was a fate that had been determined by heaven and could not be changed.

This unknown feeling was terrifying.

They didn't know that the inheritance was flawed, and this was actually a realm of swordsmanship.

The third realm of swordsmanship, refining the sword into silk!

Refining the sword into silk far exceeded the sword energy and thunder sound!

The ultimate sword energy condensed, the ultimate will concentrated, all condensed on a sword light, just reached the extreme, showing a soft appearance.

Taiyin Sword Son Yu Qianzi was not as good as Daozi in magic weapons.

But she understood the refining of the sword into silk.

That would make the Daozi of the eight major immortal sects dare not despise her, and had to regard her as an opponent of the same level, no longer an ant.

Tsk!

Tsk!

Tsk!

The thin sword thread disappeared from everyone's sight in the blink of an eye, and appeared at the necks of the three maids who were fleeing frantically in the blink of an eye.

It seemed that they arrived at the same time.

Space and time were blurred at this moment.

The three Yuanying Zhenjuns froze.

The Maid of Autumn paused in the air.

The autumn killing field around her covered dozens of kilometers, and the wheat fields, rice, fallen leaves, and all kinds of autumn harvest scenes were vivid. At this time, they also paused, as if God had taken time away from this autumn and no longer cycled.

"I am unwilling..."

Autumn Maid Xia Yuan smiled sadly.

A tiny blood mark appeared on her neck, splitting her neck in two. The terrible power contained in it caused her whole graceful body to explode into a ball of blood mist.

A fist-sized Yuanying wanted to fly out, terrified and panicked, and wanted to escape. A thin mark also appeared on her neck. Like a thorn in the bone, an extremely condensed will of destruction was attached to it, destroying all wills.

Bang!

The Yuanying exploded into a ball of spiritual light.

Autumn Maid, die.

Bang!

Bang bang!

New Year's firecracker-like explosions appeared continuously.

On the other side, the winter snow maid and the lightning maid, who were burning their blood and lifespans and escaping frantically, also had a tiny blood mark on their snow-white and beautiful necks. With a bang, their flesh and blood bodies turned into blood mist, and the Yuanying collapsed into spiritual light.

The Yuanying Zhenjun Yuanying appeared and disappeared mysteriously, blended into the space, and was good at escaping. It was common sense that there was always a way out at any time. At this time, it was as if it had completely disappeared and had no effect.

"Dead."

"No surprise."

Jiang Ding looked at the three blood mists in the distant sky and was a little disappointed.

In his mind, some sword principles about autumn, swordsmanship, winter, and lightning suddenly emerged. They were not profound, but superficial. He only studied on the surface and could not go deep, and could not increase his strength.

The only thing that can be praised is that it has thickened the foundation of swordsmanship, and it may have some effect on the research and development and creation of swordsmanship in the future.

Maid Dongxue, Maid Dianguang, die!

Under one sword, the three Yuanying Zhenjuns could not even escape with their Yuanying, and died instantly!

At this moment.

All the maids who witnessed this bowed their heads deeply, rejoicing for their survival. Recalling the hesitation and hesitation in the past, they couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat.