There were flashes of swords and shadows, and murderous aura. The pressure from the foundation-building cultivators surged with the battle, forming a low pressure in the air. The sharp sword energy and the sharp knife energy were refracted in the collision, making a bang bang bang sound.
The surrounding trees were cut by the sword energy, and liquid dripped onto the ground. As their fight became more intense, the smell of blood filled the air.
"Swoosh! Bang!"
A casual cultivator in the late foundation building stage swung a fierce sword. The sword blade, which was infused with powerful spiritual energy, was surging with visible airflow. The sharp sword energy rushed out with a whoosh and slashed towards Song Ming at a speed that was faster than hearing.
Feeling the danger coming with murderous intent, Song Ming looked in that direction. His heart skipped a beat and he could only quickly jump to the side to avoid it because he had no time to resist. However, the opponent was so fast that even though he avoided the fatal blow, he was still knocked away by the strong airflow and fell several meters away.
"hiss!"
He gasped and rolled over on the ground. The pain in his body made him look down.
He saw that the sword energy had cut countless deep and shallow cuts on his body, and blood was oozing from the wounds. He moved slightly, and the pain made him grit his teeth and stare at the casual cultivator who was looking at him with contempt.
“Pah!” He spat out the blood, wiped the corner of his mouth, and walked forward again with the sword in hand: “Fortunately, I dodged quickly, otherwise I would have been cut in half.”
He walked with the sword in hand, his pace went from slow to fast, one hand moved slightly, as if there was something extra on his arm, the murderous aura on his body was aroused: "You think your grandfather is easy to bully, right? After I kill you, you will know that your grandfather is not easy to bully!"
"Boy! You're looking for death!"
Another cultivator walked forward with a sword in hand, but before he got close to Song Ming, he raised his left hand, and with a whoosh, a cold light suddenly shot out. It was actually a sleeve arrow that shot out directly, piercing the cultivator's heart and stabbing the other person behind him.
"Um!"
The cultivator and the person behind him did not expect to be hit by an arrow suddenly. Their bodies stiffened and they fell backwards. At this moment, the sleeve arrow that was shot at the chest of the cultivator behind him flew back with a whoosh as if it had spiritual power and automatically stuck back into Song Ming's sleeve arrow.
"Damn! Why didn't you use this treasure earlier? You have to wait for someone to kill you before you use it, right?" Ning Lang turned around and glared. His strength was not as strong as some of them, but he relied on the many treasures on him to kill people while dodging. Therefore, he was the one with the least injury.
"Bang!"
When Luo Fei was attacking someone, he was kicked away by another casual cultivator. After staggering back a few steps and steadying himself, he rubbed his stomach, holding it and glaring in anger.
I cursed in my heart: You are bullying us because you are in large numbers, right? Okay! Then don't blame me for being sneaky.
He quickly retreated to Ning Lang's side, shook out a strange mask from space and handed it to him: "Put it on!"
Ning Lang took a look at it and asked, "What can this do? To prevent someone from getting hit in the face?"
"Just wear it if I tell you to. Don't ask so many nonsense questions. It won't harm you anyway." Luo Fei said unhappily, and took out a few more and threw them to Song Ming and Duan Ye. Finally, he put one on himself and took out something from the space.