Yun Chuan could feel those sword lights just now, and definitely have the power to hurt him. Even the martial artist of the Qinglian Sword Sect is about to touch the edge of a half-step magical power, but under normal circumstances, it is also There can be no such powerful and terrifying attack.
Because of this kind of attack, it is destined to leave no retreat for oneself, no defense at all. In other words, under this kind of attack, if someone else makes a shot against him, under this kind of attack, he will definitely not There will be any more resistance, even a trace of resistance.
The previous attack was completely the kind of seemingly unwise thing that Wu Xiu who wanted to lose both sides would do. A normal Wu Xiu would not do such a thing at all, unless he wanted to find his own death. Take care of your own life.
Yun Chuan can now infer that the previous Snow God Sect's Void Refining Realm martial arts, if not too much of a surprise, should be very likely to die in the hands of this Qinglian Jianzong martial arts.
He frowned slightly, looking at the martial artist of the Qinglian Sword Sect, the martial artist of the Qinglian Sword Sect, his eyes were a bit crazy, and even more provocative.
"Outsiders? Unexpectedly, after so many years, there will be outsiders who have come to this lost place. It seems that you came with the Wu Xiu who was killed by me just now? Yes, really good, just now I killed your comrade. The Elixir of Essence Stone on his body can provide me for a long time to survive in this lost land. You are a little fellow of the Essence Realm, what you have gained from you, It should be obviously inferior to your companion, but no matter how small the mosquito’s legs are, they are still fleshy, and they have fallen into this damn place. If it weren’t for you to come, I’m afraid it won’t be long before I ran out of oil and died here, but In such a ghost place, death seems to be a relief."
The Qinglian Jianzong Wu Xiu, who was in ragged clothes all over, sighed, stared at Yunchuan and looked up and down, and wanted to make a move.
"Brother Dao, are you a disciple of Qinglian Sword Sect?"
Yun Chuan frowned, prepared for defense, and asked.
"Qinglian Jianzong? Do you know my sect?!"
As soon as Yun Chuan's voice fell, Wu Xiu who was already looking crazy, and wanted to shoot at Yun Chuan suddenly calmed down. He stared at Yun Chuan with some red eyes, and his voice trembled a little: "No. I thought, I didn’t expect that you actually knew my Qinglian Sword Sect. It seems that I should be the disciple of the super big sect. Which super big disciple is it? I have fallen here for hundreds of years. I don’t know what the outside world is like. How's it going."
"Holy Heaven Sect."
Yun Chuan's face showed a look of astonishment, and he said, "I am the martial artist of the Qinglian Sword Sect, brother Dao, you have fallen here for hundreds of years. During this period of time, haven't you looked for it? The method? And why do you say you are about to run out of oil and die here?"
"Huh! Junior, you have too many questions. If I can go out, I'm about to touch the half-step magical power realm. Wouldn't I have gone out long ago? You, a junior, will tell you, but you It's just the existence of the Primordial Embryo Realm. It is a mistake to fall into this place. You still can't feel it, but in it, if you don't have enough strength, you can only become food for other martial artists, and there will be no others. Possibly, it is up to me to end your upcoming pain."
The martial cultivator of Qinglian Jianzong seemed to have thought of something because of Yunchuan's words. The aura on the whole body became a little unstable, his eyes became crimson, and there were a few incomparably terrifying and fierce waves in the wave of hands. Jian Guang headed towards Yunchuan suddenly.
When he shot at this moment, he was astonishingly the same as before. He went forward without any defense at all, and did not leave him any retreat. But in this way, the power he shot at this moment is also extremely terrifying and extremely tyrannical. , Yunchuan couldn't help but change his color.
"This lunatic!"
Yun Chuan couldn't help but cursed inwardly, avoiding the attack of the Qinglian Sword Sect's Li Tianxing. He could feel it from the words of the talented person. It was obvious that the Qinglian Sword Sect's Li Tianxing had some thoughts in his whole person. The question has become a little crazy, so that's why it will directly attack him indiscriminately.
"Hehehehe, the junior of the Primordial Stage of the Huangtian Saint Zong, today I will teach you a rule of survival in the Lost Lands, that is, when you arrive here, there is no division of sects, and only one's own strength and strength can be trusted. It is the root of everything. In this lost place, there are no resources. Even the power of heaven and earth is too thin to imagine. It is simply not enough to absorb it. If it is a battle, it will not take long before the original stored power will be consumed. Exhausted, let’s not hide it, the shots against you and your companion have exhausted all the energy that I have accumulated in the past few decades, but it is also worth it. As long as you can kill and refine the two of you, I can continue to live in this damn place for a while, don’t blame me, blame it, blame you for falling into this damn place.”
Li Tianxing of the Qinglian Jianzong's eyes were red, and his face was a little distorted. A series of offensives, like a violent storm, came crashing toward Yunchuan.
Boom boom boom boom boom!
Between the two shots, in just a few moments of effort, they have already shot dozens or hundreds of times. Each shot can be called earth-shattering, making the countless extremely hard ice ridges here. At this moment, countless huge rifts appeared directly, and the momentum was extremely shocking and terrifying.
Hum!
After a while, all the horrible fluctuations subsided at this moment, and a trace of blood overflowed from the corner of Yun Chuan's mouth. When he wiped it away, his complexion became a little pale.
On his body, in the original white dress, several small sword holes also appeared at this moment, and blood gurgled from those sword holes.
Yun Chuan sighed and looked behind him. Following his gaze, the martial artist of the Qinglian Sword Sect was dying at this moment, and the bones on the whole body could not find a good place, like mud He collapsed on the ground, bleeding continuously in his mouth.
Yun Chuan looked at this Qinglian Jianzong Wu Xiu's gaze somewhat complicated, half pity, half sigh, half helpless, and a little bit shocked.
He had just fought against this Qinglian Sword Sect's martial artist. Although it was a bit short-lived, the level of danger had far exceeded the vast majority of battles he had experienced.