He looked at the dense forest covered by pressure and air currents, and couldn't help but mutter in deep thought: "Fengjiu, who is she?" With his sleeves fluttering and his white clothes lightly rising, he also went inside...
And in the depths of the dense forest, the four Nascent Soul masters became more and more frightened the more they fought with Feng Jiu! Unlike them, whose spiritual energy was consumed the more they fought, she became braver and braver, and her spiritual energy was increasing instead of weakening, as if something was continuously supplying her with spiritual energy and profound energy. The further she fought, the faster she became, and the more amazing her fighting power became.
In particular, the ancient pressure released from her body slowed them down. Even though they were Nascent Soul powerhouses, they still couldn't help but feel fear in the face of the ancient pressure.
After the battle, they were wounded in many places. The wounds caused by the Qingfeng sword in her hand did not bleed, because the Qingfeng sword was flaming. When it passed through their bodies, before the blood could seep out, they were burned by the flames and the extremely high temperature, giving off a slight burnt smell.
Four Nascent Soul powerhouses, each with wounds on their bodies and disheveled hair, looked extremely miserable. If it had not been for their own personal experience, no one would have believed that a small cultivator at the level of a great spiritual master could have forced them into this state. After fighting with her, they once again clearly realized how terrifying the Xuanling body was. If the four of them were not all men, they would have definitely taken over her body and used it to practice.
If people outside knew that she was a mysterious spirit body, people who wanted to take over her body would come rushing to her. Such a body was the existence of an unrivaled cultivator, a huge temptation that was irresistible. What a pity, what a pity...
"Swoosh! Boom!"
The green sword's edge slashed through the air with a whistling sound, bringing with it a sharp and bloodthirsty murderous intent. As the powerful airflow flew down, it splashed all the airflow to both sides. The sword's energy, carrying the ancient pressure, chopped down fiercely, and with a bang, it hit one of the Nascent Soul cultivators directly.
The Nascent Soul cultivator was horrified. He blocked with the sword in his hand and injected all his powerful spiritual power into his body in an attempt to block the overwhelming murderous intent. However, with his Nascent Soul power, he was pushed back step by step by the powerful sword energy and ancient pressure. The strong airflow in his face almost deformed his facial features, as if a sharp blade was scraping his skin. He could not even open his eyes.
“Clang! Bang!”
The sharp sword that was blocking in front of him was actually broken by the powerful sword energy. With a clang, a piece of it flew backwards into the sky and then inserted into the ground. At this moment, he was shocked by the powerful ancient pressure. He felt that at the moment he was caught off guard, a loud bang hit his chest and knocked him out. He fell several meters away and was unable to stop. Instead, he left a long mark on the ground.
No one heard it. At the moment when the Nascent Soul cultivator was knocked to the ground by the ancient pressure, his body made a "puff" sound, as if a sharp blade pierced into his body. It was the broken sword that was half inserted into the ground. The ground was covered with dust and smoke, and the air was whistling. No one noticed that under the long mark left by the Nascent Soul cultivator, a little blood was seeping out. The figure was also stiff and did not make any sound. He just stared at Feng Jiu, whose torn red clothes were flying in the air. He could not close his eyes until his death...