Aiming for the Immortal Path

At this moment, Scholar Miaobi could no longer think about what Su Twelve had in mind, nor could he think about accusing Su Twelve of diverting trouble to others.

The sword light was as fast as a giant, and Su Twelve's sudden dodge was tantamount to selling him out.

Now there is no time and space left for him to dodge.

Facing the sword light offensive and just resisting the sword attack are completely different.

If you don't handle it carefully, your life will be in danger.

"The power of Hanmo!"

With a loud shout, Scholar Miaobi broke away from his cross-sitting posture, swept away the seriously injured figure just now, and the aura around his body rose sharply.

In the blink of an eye, the cultivation realm displayed climbed from the early Yuanying stage to the late Yuanying stage.

Focusing on the sword light in front of him, the brush in his hand danced rapidly.

For a moment, the brush was waving in his hand, like pen and ink.

Little bits of thick ink are swaying, spreading in the air, and in a blink of an eye, they are intertwined and condensed to form a space of ink.

Peiran's true energy surged, pulling the thick ink all over the sky, condensing into a long black stream, and facing the incoming sword light.

The sky-blue sword light should not be underestimated, but wrapped in the long ink flow, it was like a stone cow entering the sea.

After a few short breaths, the thick ink in the air faded away, and the sky-blue sword light also disappeared without a trace.

Ten miles away, Su Twelve stabilized his figure in mid-air, turned around and looked at the scene in front of him.

There was no hint of joy in his heart, but... he was just extremely solemn.

"Late Nascent Soul stage? No wonder...no wonder this guy Ruoyouruowu brings me invisible pressure far beyond that of the old monster Huang. I had guessed that he was hiding his clumsiness, but I didn't expect that he hid so much."

"This person is so deliberate that he does not hesitate to hide his cultivation level and get close to Senior Sister Luoyan. It seems that... his plan is not small!"

Su Twelve immediately became more vigilant as his thoughts changed rapidly.

Now that the other party's true cultivation level has been exposed, how he will react next... has become a key concern for him.

Note the point.

At this moment, Su Twelve was mentally prepared to fight the two of them at the same time.

At this time, clouds and mist were billowing high in the sky.

"There's another ant?!"

The mysterious visitor spoke condescendingly, his voice was indifferent, and his eyes looking at the scholar of Miaobi were full of contempt and disdain.

As soon as he finished speaking, sky fire and icy air currents appeared at the same time.

Dozens of sword lights emerged, half cold and half hot. Each sword light was no weaker than the sword blocked by the scholar with a wonderful pen.

The sword light criss-crossed in the air, penetrated the clouds and mist, drew long tails, and then swooped down, heading straight for the scholar Miaobi.

Damn it!

This guy is crazy, why are you just coming after me?

Scholar Miaobi complained secretly. At this moment, his true cultivation level was exposed, and he thought that his strength was not bad. But facing such an offensive, I also felt great pressure and death threats.

He deliberately evacuated and passed on the pressure to Su Twelve.

But in this round of offensive, the sword light was flying, more than twice as fast as before, and it even fell in a shrouding posture, blocking the way forward and retreat.

Apart from accepting the call, Miaobi Scholar has no other choice.

"Flowing clouds and flowing water!"

With a loud shout, Miaobi Scholar made a prompt decision and waved the brush in his hand extremely dexterously.

Thick ink splashed and scattered all over the body. After the droplets of thick ink spread, they mobilized the power of heaven and earth to form a scene of clouds, mist and water flow.

After the ice and fire river light rushed within a thousand feet of Scholar Miaobi, it was like entering a quagmire, and its speed suddenly slowed down greatly.

However, the power of this attack was beyond imagination, not to mention facing so many sword-light attacks at the same time.

Scholar Miaobi tried his best, but could not dispel the power of the sword light.

Seeing the light of Dawson's cold sword still approaching, Miaobi Scholar's eyes quickly turned.

Then he quickly raised his voice and shouted to Su Twelve: "Fellow Daoist Han, this person has been temporarily held back by An. Now is the time to take action."

"This person has such amazing strength at the early stage of Nascent Soul stage. He must not be underestimated! If we delay it, we will all die in his hands today!"

As soon as he opened his mouth, Miaobi Scholar directly explained the pros and cons, and there was no trace of blame in his words.

Su Twelve rolled his eyes and did not answer, but his figure soared into the sky and leaped high into the sky.

He could see that Scholar Miaobi was in a difficult situation.

It is clearer that what the other party said is true.

Once Scholar Miaobi is defeated, it will not be easy for him to deal with this mysterious visitor on his own.

Regardless of whether the Miaobi Scholar is good or evil, joining forces is the best way to break the current situation.

Standing thousands of feet high in the sky, Su Twelve crossed his hands and flicked his fingers.

In the blink of an eye, the sword technique was activated.

Immediately, another second-grade magic weapon flying sword beside him shot out of the air, rolled up a hundred feet of sword light, and went straight towards the mysterious person in the air.

At the same time as the sword moved, Su Twelve squinted his eyes slightly, and in the sea of ​​​​consciousness, the consciousness that was only the size of a mud ball rotated rapidly.

The strands of divine consciousness that have been tempered to the extreme are rapidly condensing into shape, turning into a new flying sword of divine consciousness, ready to go.

The Su Twelve people are not stupid either.

What Miaobi Scholar calls delaying the other party does not exist at all.

The Miaobi scholar struggled to maintain himself, but the people coming from the air were completely at ease.

If you want to defeat the opponent, you still have to rely on Su Twelve himself.

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The divine consciousness tempered by the God Tempering Technique, coupled with the divine consciousness attack method ‘Divine Light Stab’, was Su Twelve’s trump card for a sneak attack.

In the blink of an eye, the new second-grade flying sword magic weapon, with a powerful sword light, rushed into the clouds and mist surrounding the mysterious person.

Even though I have prepared a backup plan, without a powerful move to attract them, there is no chance of a sneak attack.

Su Twelve also used this sword with all his strength.

It may not be as powerful as activating the Heavenly Sword Technique, but for any Nascent Soul Stage monk, it should not be underestimated.

The cold sword light swept across the majestic sword intent, causing the high-altitude clouds and fog to quickly recede, and the figure of the mysterious person gradually became clear.

"Oh? You are one of the few who can achieve this level of swordsmanship!"

Along with the indifferent and contemptuous voice, the clouds and fog cleared, and the figure of the mysterious visitor was completely revealed.

But he saw that the man was dressed in blue, wearing combat boots, a helmet, and armor.

The azure combat boots exude icy air currents, allowing them to stay high in the sky without consuming too much real energy.

The battle armor covers the whole body, and is covered with level 4 monster dragon scales, and each scale is painted with precise runes and seals.

Every detail of the armor shows the superb casting techniques.

Under the sunlight, the dragon scales shine brightly, exuding mysterious and powerful power.

On the top of the helmet on the head is a sapphire, which also gives people an indestructible feeling.

There was a silver mask on his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, full of scornful and arrogant eyes.

There was a broad sword in his hand, the blade of the sword flashing with cold blue light, exuding unparalleled killing intent.

Just the mere appearance of his body caused the airflow around him to fluctuate violently, giving Su Twelve an even more shocking and terrifying pressure.