The moment the silver giant sword appeared, the surrounding rocks and lush green grass were covered with a thick layer of frost in the blink of an eye.
The silver giant sword appeared very strangely, and suddenly appeared with a "buzz" sound in silence.
As soon as the giant swords appeared, they divided into five groups, each with two giant swords, slashing towards Ying Shisan and the other fifteen people.
The first to be hit was Cui Ting. Just as he realized something was wrong, a bone-chilling chill swept over his head. At the same time, an arrogant voice sounded in the ears of several people.
"You bastards, look at your grandfather's men, they are unrivaled in the world, kill them! Kill, kill, kill!"
In a hurry, Cui Ting sneered.
"Ice attack, even a grain of rice can shine!"
He is from the Snow Moon Wolf Clan and is a true expert in controlling the power of ice and snow. Two other foundation-building cultivators from the Snow Moon Wolf Clan also sneered like him.
"Could it be that the other party is confused and actually uses the power of ice and snow to deal with the Snow Moon Wolf Clan?"
There was a sneer on Cui Ting's lips. The moment the frosty air approached his body, the spiritual power in his body circulated, and the thin layer of ice that had just condensed on his body melted away completely.
At the same time, Cui Ting rubbed his hands together, and an even thicker ice pillar formed instantly. With his fierce grin, the muscles in his arms swelled more than a circle, and with his hands, a thick ice pillar swept fiercely towards the silver giant sword above his head.
The other two foundation-building monks of the Snow Moon Wolf Clan also summoned ice and snow magic weapons with great momentum, and rushed forward with sneering smiles.
In stark contrast to the three Snow Moon Wolf Clan’s foundation-building monks are Ying Shisan and his companions from the Night Fox Clan.
Their bodies were covered with frost at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their bodies made "crackling..." sounds as they moved.
Although a series of shattering sounds still could not stop the two from casting spells, they had some impact on them, which made their faces change constantly.
There was a loud explosion in an instant, and Cui Ting, with a fierce smile on his face, had already smashed the huge icicle in his hand under the two silver swords that were chopped down heavily.
"Bang! Bang!" Amidst the sounds, a continuous force came from his hands, but he forcibly blocked them off. At the same time, a stronger chill penetrated into his body through his hands.
Cui Ting twisted his thick neck left and right, enjoying the comfortable feeling brought by the cold.
“I don’t know what ice material these ten giant swords are made of, but the ice power in them is so strong.
It is a good set of high-level magic tools. Although it is not at the magic weapon level, a set of high-level magic tools like this is also extremely valuable and is not inferior to an ordinary mid-level magic weapon. "
This thought flashed through his mind. He knew that the weapon refining in "Falling Star Valley" was also extremely advanced, but he never expected to encounter it himself.
Cui Ting's heart was burning with excitement. If this thing fell into his hands, his strength would definitely be immediately improved to a higher level.
This is a rare set of ice-type magical instruments. Looking at the world of immortal cultivation, it is rare to see someone using a complete set of magical instruments and treasures.
This value may not be exchanged for even a magic weapon.
At the same time, he was looking around for the person who made the arrogant shout just now, but he couldn't find the owner of this set of magical weapons.
Sharing the same idea as him were the other two foundation-building cultivators from the Snow Moon Wolf Clan. They also saw the extraordinary nature of this set of magical instruments, and greed was evident in their eyes.
Good things belong to whoever grabs them first. The two of them will not give up this great opportunity just because Cui Ting's cultivation is higher than theirs.
It all happened in just a moment.
Cui Ting held the huge piece of ice in one hand to block the silver sword that was chopping down. The white spiritual power suddenly exploded on his thick arm, and he was about to block the two silver swords immediately.
At the same time, his other hand had already reached for his waist. He was going to use his magic weapon to trap the two silver giant swords first.
Then he went to control the other eight swords. He had seen through his companions' thoughts and of course he wanted to grab as many as possible.
How can a complete set of magical instruments be missing
But just as he raised his hand violently and the spiritual power in his hand burst out, his movement towards the storage bag paused for a moment, and the grim smile on his face froze.
He suddenly raised his head, and what he saw was an unbelievable scene. The two silver giant swords should have been shaken away by him, but at this time, the giant swords appeared in front of his forehead and neck like ghosts.
He slashed down again with an unstoppable ferocious aura, and Cui Ting's eyes changed from dullness to fear in an instant.
At the same time, several exclamations of disbelief were heard, because these ten silver giant swords came suddenly, so the instant reaction was to block them.
Except for Ying Shisan's magic weapon which is a net bag, the others are either spiritual power condensed into physical objects for blocking, or swords and the like.
In such a hasty moment, this reaction was actually very correct, and it did block the attacking silver giant sword.
But what they didn't expect was that those giant swords, which were obviously very tough, broke into two pieces the moment they were blocked.
It slides down from both sides of one's magic weapon or spell, and it is very clean and fast as lightning.
This caught Cui Ting and his companions completely off guard. The previous moment, they could clearly feel the tremendous force coming from the other side, and the next moment, all the upward force in their hands was gone.
What was even more bizarre was that the giant sword that broke into four pieces above each person's head suddenly solidified again without any warning during the falling process.
Almost in the blink of an eye, it turned into two intact silver giant swords, and slashed towards them at an even faster speed.
This sudden change caught several people off guard. In their previous battles with others, they had encountered situations where the opponent's magic weapon was split into two or even turned into a larger number during the attack.
But they are all real and fake, used to deceive the enemy. At the same time, the refining materials that can be separated and then recombined are very rare, and it is often a great opportunity to get a little.
When they touched the ten giant silver swords in front of them, they could tell that they were real objects and not illusions.
They would not have expected that with such a large number of giant swords, how could anyone obtain so many top-grade refining materials, and that they would only be refined into magical instruments in the end. There was no illusion in the breaking and rejoining of the swords.
It all happened so fast that they were unable to react further.
Their spiritual power instinctively surged out, and they desperately cast a protective light shield.
But it was too late. Except for Cui Ting and Ying Shisan who blocked the fatal blow, the other three people each let out a shrill scream, and their huge heads rolled down.
In an instant, blood rained down all over the sky. Three headless corpses grabbed everywhere with their hands in vain, and even took a few aimless steps before falling to the ground with a bang.
Cui Ting's strength was completely extraordinary. He was at the Fake Dan realm, and although he acted in a hurry, the two giant swords that merged again in an instant only created two white lights on his forehead and neck.
He had taken advantage of the opponent's force and retreated rapidly.
And it was all because of the special nature of Ying Shisan's magic weapon that the two giant silver swords were caught in the large net bag he cast out.
As soon as the two giant swords entered the net bag, they immediately broke into countless pieces, but these countless pieces could not leak through the mesh.
Although it was a net bag, it had become airtight under the protection of Ying Shisan's spiritual power.
In this way, Ying Shisan was the only one who completely blocked the opponent's attack with the magic weapon in his hand.
At the same time, all the strange things happening around him also caught his attention.
Ying Shisan was shocked. He looked at the silver fragments in the net bag again and realized that they were broken fragments of a giant sword.
Unable to escape, the fragments have transformed into a mosquito with a long mouthpart and a transparent body.
He had never seen this kind of mosquito before. It looked strange yet gorgeous, and different from any small insect monster he had seen before.
"It's a giant sword transformed by a demon beast!"
His instinct made him shout out loud, but it was too late. His shout was followed by three shrill screams.
However, Cui Ting and Ying Shisan also reacted very quickly. After the opponent's strange attack failed, the two of them quickly flew away.
At this moment, they had no time to conserve the magic power in their bodies, but no matter how fast they were, they were not as fast as the people in the dark who were scheming without any intention.
As soon as Cui Ting moved, he felt his back hit heavily against a mountain. This made the blood in his body surge, and his internal organs seemed to be mixed into a ball in an instant.
But before that, his spiritual sense had clearly scanned the sky behind him, which was the sky above the path he and his group were taking to go up the mountain.
But he could no longer think about all this. Cui Ting's body suddenly paused, and he felt all his strength rapidly draining away.
He slowly lowered his head. The severe pain from his internal organs was not caused by the great force, but by a palm piercing his lower abdomen from behind.
There was a flicker of black spiritual power on his palm, and there was not a trace of blood on it. Cui Ting tried hard to turn around and see clearly the person who attacked him.
But before he could move his head much, someone kicked him in the back. With a loud bang, Cui Ting died.
Li Yan retracted his right leg, pulled his hand out quickly, and looked at the falling body indifferently.
At the same time, Ying Shisan, who was using spiritual power to control the net bag, was also retreating.
Suddenly, in his consciousness, a small ball of purple water appeared out of thin air on the way back.
At this time, he was trying his best to escape and retreat, and most of his magic power was in controlling the magic weapon in his hand. He was afraid that if he was not careful, he would be trapped by the dense mosquitoes and escape. That would be terrible for him.
This small ball of purple water appeared suddenly, without any aura fluctuations before it. Ying Shisan crashed into the purple water in horror.
Immediately, there was a continuous sound of "sizzling..." and a big hole was corroded by the purple water on Ying Shisan's back in an instant.
But before he could scream in pain, he felt a chill on his back, and then a bloody beating heart in front of his chest was picked up in front by a transparent, thick mouthpart.
Looking at the still violently beating heart, Ying Shisan was stunned for a moment, then he let out a shrill scream, and at the same time, his body went limp and fell down.
At this time, a sinister voice sounded from behind.
"Do you want to take my boys with you?"
And all of this happened in less than three breaths.
Sect Leader Wang and his companions, who were quickly descending the mountain, also felt the approach of the pursuers and involuntarily used their spiritual sense to vigilantly scan the area.
Then a strange scene appeared in her consciousness. First, there was a dazzling silver light, three screams rose to the sky, and several heads rolled to the ground in the rain of blood.
The scream immediately made the ancestor of the Feng family turn around, and then he saw two figures shooting backwards like arrows in his spiritual consciousness.
Suddenly, a figure emerged from the ground like a ghost, appeared in the air silently, and then pierced through one of the retreating figures with one palm.
At the same time, green smoke suddenly rose from the other side. A handsome young man from the Night Fox Clan was directly picked up in the air by a magical beast that appeared from behind a rock.
All this happened too quickly, especially considering the cultivation levels of these five people. Sect Leader Wang and his men had just fought against each other.
The two of them couldn't help but pause in their tracks, and Sect Master Wang's beautiful almond-shaped eyes revealed a look of disbelief.
"This... this... this... kills him, this... is too strong!"