Chapter 739: Survival From Despair

The Bone Devouring Demon Sword slashed at Tianyi Patriarch in mid-air with a dazzling bone-penetrating demonic light.

Tianyi Patriarch knew that he could not resist, so he could only choose to retreat. As the lightning flashed on his body, he turned into a thunderbolt, piercing through the void and appeared hundreds of feet away.

"Haha, Tianyi Taoist's thunder escape technique is indeed mysterious. No wonder he can live so long. Do you think that I can't do anything to you?" Fengyue laughed tenderly, her branches trembled, and her black robe fluttered, revealing the snow-white flesh inside, dazzling people's eyes.

Fengyue opened her mouth, and suddenly a black shuttle-shaped magic weapon shot out from it, and a black light shot out from it, instantly wrapping Fengyue's delicate body. The next moment, a black line suddenly shot out.

At an extremely alarming speed, she rushed towards Tianyi Patriarch.

When Tianyi Patriarch saw this, his face changed and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Extreme Escape Shuttle? You can even refine this kind of magic weapon."

Tianyi Patriarch was extremely shocked. This Extreme Escape Shuttle is one of the few magic weapons that can catch up with the thunder escape technique, and this kind of magic weapon is extremely difficult to refine.

The materials required are also extremely rare and precious materials, so even though this Extreme Escape Shuttle is just an elementary magic weapon, if it is auctioned at an auction house, its price may not be less than that of a high-level magic weapon.

Of course, for immortal cultivators, if they get an Extreme Escape Shuttle, they usually don't have time to hide it, so naturally they won't sell it.

Almost in the blink of an eye, Fengyue came to Tianyi Patriarch, and the Bone Devouring Demon Sword in his hand was already fighting with light, turning into a sword light dozens of feet long, and slashed at Tianyi Patriarch fiercely.

Lightning flashed on Patriarch Tianyi's body, and the next moment his figure shuttled hundreds of feet again, but before he could catch his breath, he saw Fengyue appeared in front of him again, and the bone-eating magic sword in his hand had already chopped down on his head.

Patriarch Tianyi was horrified. He knew that his thunder escape technique had no advantage in front of this extreme escape shuttle magic weapon.

He could only helplessly point with one hand, and the green long sword beside him, which was flashing with lightning, immediately flashed dozens of lightning lights, almost covering the sword body, and then these lightning lights twisted and entangled, and in an instant, a lightning net was formed in front of Patriarch Tianyi.

At the same time, Patriarch Tianyi's body also shot backwards, and his hands pinched the magic formula, and extremely pure magic power was poured into the magic weapon.

The lightning net became several times denser again in an instant.

"Break." At this time, Feng Yue's cold voice came again. The bone-penetrating magic light emitted by the Bone-Eating Magic Sword in his hand pierced through the lightning net in an instant, and then slashed fiercely on the green long sword.

"Clang." With a crisp sound, the spiritual light on the surface of the green long sword suddenly dissipated, and then turned into a finger-thick lightning, which shot to the side of Tianyi Patriarch.

"Huh?" Feng Yue saw that the green long sword was not broken under his bone-penetrating magic light, and couldn't help showing a surprised expression.

Tianyi Patriarch took a look at the long sword in his hand and breathed a sigh of relief. This Sky-Splitting Green Thunder Blade was integrated with a piece of ice jade the size of a fingernail, making it extremely tough. With this mid-level magic weapon, it was not enough to compete with the Bone-Eating Magic Sword in the hands of Feng Yue Patriarch.

On the other side, the Hundred Evils Demon Knife in the hands of the Black Sun Patriarch once again turned into a knife light a hundred feet long, covering the sky and slashing towards the Blade-Forging Patriarch.

The face of the Sword Casting Ancestor turned gray. Behind him were many cultivators from the Tianlu Mountains. If he dodged and retreated, the attack of the Black Sun Ancestor would inevitably fall into the crowd.

Although there was a battle fortress for defense, the Sword Casting Ancestor knew that even if he could block the attack of the Black Sun Ancestor with this battle fortress, the several Jindan cultivators in the battle fortress would inevitably be seriously injured.

Moreover, once he dodged, his reputation in the Tianlu Mountains would be completely wiped out in the future. How could he, who had always been arrogant, accept this?

Thinking of this, the Sword Casting Ancestor gritted his teeth fiercely, raised all the remaining mana, and with a wave of his sleeves, the remaining eight long swords flew in front of him again and overlapped together.

"Puff."

He spurted out a mouthful of blood again, which merged into the sword light. Immediately, a huge sword light of dozens of feet rose into the sky and met the attack of the Black Sun Ancestor.

"Bang, puff."

When the two collided, the eight long swords were shaken away again, flying in all directions, and the huge sword light was also broken by a blow.

Although the remaining sword light of the Baisha Demon Sword was a few circles smaller, it was still extremely sharp and slashed towards the sword-making ancestor.

The sword-making ancestor's eyes flashed with despair, and he opened his mouth, spewing out a silver round shield, which grew to several feet in size and blocked in front of him.

The sword-making ancestor knew in his heart that relying on his elementary shield magic weapon, it was not enough to resist the attack of the Baisha Demon Sword.

Once this sword fell, he would definitely die, and he even closed his eyes and planned to escape from the Nascent Soul.

"Clang." A crisp sound came, and the sword-making ancestor did not feel the sword energy approaching, and he couldn't help but open his eyes curiously.

I saw a purple-blue spiritual shield several feet in size lying horizontally a few feet in front of me. It was flashing with a rich dark green spiritual light, and a faint golden halo flashed from time to time in the shield.

"Junior Brother Xiao?"

The Sword-Forging Ancestor saw at a glance that a handsome young man in his twenties was standing in the air less than ten feet away from him, staring at the Black Sun Ancestor with a gloomy face.

On the other side, Lin Xueying drove a crystal shield with a green light to block the attack of the Fengyue Ancestor for the Tianyi Ancestor. What surprised the Fengyue Ancestor was that the crystal green shield could not even penetrate the bone-penetrating magic light emitted from her Bone-Eating Magic Sword.

The cultivators in the Tianlu Mountains suddenly burst into thunderous cheers.

When the Black Sun and Fengyue heard the three words "Junior Brother Xiao", they couldn't help but stop and stared at Xiao Lin, waiting for the cheers to stop.

Then they said to Xiao Lin: "You are the one who killed Elder Hatetian?"

"Yes, it was Xiao." Xiao Lin replied calmly, as if he had done something insignificant.

"Very good, I didn't expect that the small Tianlu Mountains could produce a talent like you, but what I like to do most is to kill geniuses in the cradle."

"Oh, then you can try."

Xiao Lin waved his sleeves, accompanied by a dark green spiritual light flashing out, and twenty-four Qingluan Ice Swords came out in a row, almost instantly covering a space of dozens of feet.

Accompanied by bursts of phoenix sounds, large areas of cold sword light flashed out.

The Black Sun Patriarch was shocked. It was rare for ordinary people to be able to drive ten magic weapons, because the more magic weapons they drive, the more spiritual consciousness they need to consume.

It was absolutely rare for someone like Xiao Lin to drive more than twenty magic weapons at once. Although most of the magic weapons of the flying sword type are complete sets, and there are several of them at a time, for a cultivator in the early stage of the Nascent Soul, it is not impossible to drive more than twenty flying swords at the same time, but it is difficult to last long.

Therefore, in the opinion of Patriarch Black Sun, the young man in front of him either has an extremely powerful spiritual consciousness, or he wants to rely on these twenty-odd flying swords to quickly decide the battle and kill the enemy in one go.