Become a Fairy

puff! The stout old man's body was directly knocked into the air by Di Kun, the bones in his body snapped and cracked, and a mouthful of blood spit out from his mouth.

"Fifth, take Wu Lianhan and the others, go, go!" The blood-stained thick old man shouted in despair!

"Brother!" The only flying knight in the late foundation establishment period who was still able to move yelled angrily. In sight, Di Kun had already swooped up again, patting the stout old man's chest with one paw.

The stout old man's chest suddenly collapsed, and his body was like a tattered cloth bag, floating down powerlessly in the midst of the tyrannical energy in the air.

"Wulihan, wake up!" The only late-stage flying cavalry warrior didn't have time to hurt, and looked at the other clansmen.

A golden saber aura slid across the air in a moving arc with a little agility and ruthlessness.

The four people, the four eagles, were cut in two by this knife without any resistance.

"Let's go!" The remaining two flying knights who were farther away from Lu Xiaotian woke up like a dream, but their companions had already spilled blood in the sky. Even the strongest leader died in battle. After the endless anger, there is boundless fear. In just a few breaths, the eight people who were still intact just now are only three of them left, like a frightened bird.

Hearing Wugu's cry, the three of them turned around and fled while controlling the spirit eagle sitting under them without any further hesitation.

The black bones in the late stage of foundation establishment clutched their injured chest, and looked back sadly, full of hatred, the tribe suffered such a big loss, no matter what, this blood feud must be avenged!

Lu Xiaotian looked at the three flying cavalry warriors leaving, and frowned slightly. Unfortunately, his Ice Soul Xuanyin has a certain range and cannot attack without limit. If he made up his mind to chase after him, he might be able to kill one or even two of them, but these people were cornered, if they escaped separately, no one would escape. In fact, for him, there is not much difference between running away from one and running away from three. Besides, there are three foreign monks behind him.

"Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun, hasn't he disappeared in the world of cultivating immortals long ago!" He picked up a sixth-order spirit bird, and that stout old man, who was able to conceal the attack of alchemy, fire, thunder and arrows, with such a speed that even the monks of the Flying Cavalry tribe could only sigh to themselves.

Just now, when Lu Xiaotian used the scimitar to retreat violently from the young man in fine clothes, he killed four of the remaining eight flying cavalry fighters in an instant, and the remaining three fled in embarrassment like a frightened bird. Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun also solved one. Although there were many dead people and spirit eagles, the whole battle was only in the blink of an eye.

After Di Kun killed the stout old man, he rushed directly at the young man in fine clothes with a machete.

However, the young man in the scimitar costume danced airtightly with a black scimitar, and collided with Di Kun several times in the middle. Seeing Di Kun spit out a gray-white light ball with the same plan, his face was terrified, and he hurriedly turned around. The figure flickered, narrowly avoiding it.

The black knife in his hand collided with Di Kun's hard claws frequently, every time the knife was cut, it was like a red sunrise, the knife was mighty and powerful, and the momentum was continuous. But Di Kun only grabbed the lightning-like claws with two claws, and crushed the raging fire like a red sun. One person and one beast, beating the sky darkly.

The young man in fancy dress with a scimitar saber is even more horrified. He is proud of the Flame Demon Saber, the nine movements of the sunrise. Although he has only practiced the third movement, he has beaten all the foundation-building monks of the same sect. Trying to figure it out, he couldn't take down the sixth-order monster in front of him. In fact, Di Kun also annoyed the young man in Chinese clothes with a scimitar in front of him. The young man in Chinese clothes in front of him blocked his lustful power with only a knife, and every time he attacked, he was forced by the opponent's sharp sword When it retreated, even its primordial spirit attack was avoided by the opponent's mysterious footwork. If he continued to control the gray-white ball of light, he would definitely not be able to fight the opponent like he is now.

After all, Di Kun belonged to the flying silver corpse clan, and his body was the best weapon. He was able to fight with great agility. His silver-gray figure shuttled through the air from time to time, fighting inextricably with the young man in fancy dress with a machete.

A look of astonishment flashed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes, he didn't expect this young man in a machete costume to be so vigorous. It seems that the world of cultivating immortals is so big that there are still many capable people. At the beginning, his tomb master relied on his sixth-level peak physical training, coupled with his mid-stage foundation establishment, to fight Di Kun in close combat. Although he fought fiercely, he still couldn't parry all of Di Kun's attacks. It won't be long Every time, he will be hit by Di Kun once, relying on his incomparably powerful physique, coupled with the fire dragon scale armor, he survived Di Kun's ferocious attack. Even so, he was also hit by Di Kun several times.

Later, it was only by tricks that he was able to severely injure Di Kun. Moreover, the battle broke out on the ground, and his explosive power of physical training was brought into full play. If it was in the air, with Di Kun's explosive speed at this time, and with Lu Xiaotian's state at that time, it would definitely be even more miserable.

With Lu Xiaotian's eyesight, it is natural to see that this young man in a scimitar costume is not a physical cultivator. His cultivation base is higher than his. He has reached the eighth level of foundation building. His mana is not much purer than his, but his saber skills are extremely fierce. Relying on the combination of this set of sharp knife skills in hand and the supporting footwork, the fighting power displayed is astonishing. He even blocked Di Kun in the air. As for Di Kun's gray-white light ball, it is perfect for a sneak attack, and the victim will inevitably die, but if it is used directly, it is difficult to be effective with the strength of a scimitar and a young man dressed in a scimitar. However, Di Kun's strength is not just as simple as physically tyrannical, his endurance is even more astonishing.

Although the young man in the scimitar costume in front of him is amazing and unparalleled, but such a powerful sword technique consumes astonishing mana. If it is consumed at this rate, it will definitely not be able to consume Di Kun. A trace of pity flashed across Lu Xiaotian's face, it's a pity that Di Kun's ice-blue flame was accidentally knocked down by the little fire crow and broke, otherwise the sum of these people would not be enough for Di Kun to fight alone.

This young man in a scimitar dress is the only one he has seen in his life among the foundation-building monks. No wonder he dared to catch up with the three of them. He was not afraid of the twenty or so monks from the Flying Tribe taking advantage of the fact that no one was around. They kill. Lu Xiaotian thought to himself that with his previous approach, the strength of the sixth-level foundation building plus the strength of the sixth-level physical training combined in melee combat, he probably couldn't beat this young man in a scimitar and gorgeous clothes. Of course, if his second soul controls the puppet to participate in the battle, the result will naturally be different. However, each of them took a different path. The young man in the scimitar sword costume is extremely talented, and he can have such an attainment in the sword technique. It is estimated that he has been immersed in the way of the sword for at least several decades. In addition to daily practice, it is estimated that this set of sword techniques is cultivated. Even so, it can still reach the eighth floor of foundation building.