Yunchuan could feel the sword light just now, and it definitely had the power to hurt him. Even if the Qinglian Sword Sect's martial arts cultivator was about to touch the edge of half-step magical power, under normal circumstances, It is impossible to have such a terrifyingly powerful attack.
Because this kind of attack is destined to leave no escape route and no defense for himself. In other words, under this kind of attack, if others attack him, he will never be able to do anything under this level of attack. There will never be any resistance at all.
The previous attack was a seemingly unwise thing that would be done by a martial artist who wanted to hurt both sides. A normal martial artist would never do such a thing, unless he wanted to seek death. Cherish your own life.
Yun Chuan can now deduce that if there is no big accident, it is very likely that the previous martial arts cultivator of the Snow God Sect in the Void Refining Realm died at the hands of this Qinglian Sword Sect martial arts cultivator.
He frowned slightly and looked at the martial arts cultivator from the Qinglian Sword Sect. This martial cultivator from the Qinglian Sword Sect had a bit of madness in his eyes, and even more provocative.
"Outsiders? I didn't expect that after so many years, there are actually outsiders coming to this lost land. It seems that you came with the martial arts cultivator who was killed by me just now? Not bad, really good, just now I killed your companion, and the essence stone elixir in his body can help me survive in this lost land for a long time. You are a little guy in the Yuan Fei Realm, and what I have gained from you, It should be obviously inferior to that of your companions, but no matter how small a mosquito's legs are, they are still meat. If you are trapped in this damn place, if you hadn't come here, I'm afraid it won't take long for me, Li Tianxing, to die here. But , in this ghost place, death seems to be a kind of relief. "
The martial arts cultivator from the Qinglian Sword Sect, who was covered in rags, sighed and stared at Yunchuan, looking up and down, wanting to take action.
"This Taoist brother, are you a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect?"
Yun Chuan frowned, prepared for defense, and asked.
"Qinglian Sword Sect? Do you know my sect?!"
As soon as Yun Chuan finished speaking, the martial arts cultivator who had already looked crazy and wanted to attack Yun Chuan suddenly calmed down. He looked at Yun Chuan with red eyes and his voice was trembling: "No. I thought, I didn’t expect that you actually know that I, the Qinglian Sword Sect, seems to be a disciple of the super sect. Which super sect is it? I have been trapped here for hundreds of years. I don’t know what the outside world is like. how's it going."
"Desolate Heaven Holy Sect."
Yun Chuan's face showed a look of surprise, and he said: "I am a martial arts cultivator of Qinglian Sword Sect. Brother Tao, you have been trapped here for hundreds of years. During this period, haven't you gone out to find it?" Method? Also, why do you say you are about to run out of gas and die here?”
"Hmph! Junior, you have too many questions. If I could go out, I would have almost touched the realm of half-step magical powers. Wouldn't I have gone out a long time ago? How could you, a junior, tell you what to do? However, you It's just the existence of the Yuan Fei Realm. Falling into this is a mistake. You can't feel it yet, but if you don't have enough strength in it, you can only become food for other martial arts, and there will be no other Maybe, it’s up to me to end your upcoming pain.”
The Qinglian Sword Sect's martial arts cultivator seemed to have thought of something because of Yun Chuan's words. The aura in his whole body became a little unstable, his eyes turned red, and there were several extremely terrifying and fierce words in his hand. The sword light suddenly rushed towards Yunchuan.
His actions at this moment were the same as before. He was moving forward without any defense at all, and he did not leave any escape route for himself. However, in this way, the power of his actions at this moment was also extremely terrifying and tyrannical. , so that Yunchuan couldn't help but change his color.
"This madman!"
Yun Chuan couldn't help but cursed secretly, and dodged the attack of Li Tianxing of the Qinglian Sword Sect. He could feel it from the words just now. It was obvious that Li Tianxing of the Qinglian Sword Sect had something wrong with his thinking. The problem became a little crazy, so he attacked him directly indiscriminately.
"Hehehe, the junior of the Yuantai Realm of the Desolate Heaven Holy Sect, today I will teach you a survival rule in the Lost Land, that is, when you get here, there are no sects. The only thing you can believe in is your own strength. It is the root of everything. In this lost land, there are no resources, and even the energy of heaven and earth is so thin that it is unimaginable. If you absorb it, you will simply be unable to make ends meet. If you fight, it will not take long before the original energy stored in it will be exhausted. To be honest, my attack on you and your companion has consumed all the energy I have accumulated over the past few decades, but it is worth it. As long as I can kill you two and refine them, I can continue to live in this damn place for a while, don’t blame me, blame you for falling into this damn place.”
The Qinglian Sword Sect's Li Tianxing's eyes were red and his face was a little distorted. A series of attacks came towards Yunchuan like a violent storm.
Boom boom boom boom!
Between the two of them, in just a few short seconds, they had already struck dozens or hundreds of times. Every time they took action, it could be said to be earth-shattering, causing countless extremely hard ice mountains here to shake. At this moment, countless huge and horizontal cracks appeared directly, and the momentum was extremely shocking and terrifying.
Buzz!
After a moment, all the terrifying fluctuations calmed down. A trace of blood spilled from the corner of Yun Chuan's mouth. He wiped it away, and his face became a little pale.
On his body, the original white clothes now had several small sword holes, and blood gurgled from those sword holes.
Yun Chuan sighed and looked behind him. As he looked, the martial arts cultivator of the Qinglian Sword Sect was already dying. The bones in his body could no longer find a intact place. They were like mud. He collapsed on the ground, bleeding from his mouth.
Yun Chuan looked at the martial arts cultivator of the Qinglian Sword Sect with a somewhat complicated look, half pity, half sigh, half helplessness, and a little half shock.
Although the fight he had just had with this martial artist from the Qinglian Sword Sect was somewhat brief, the degree of danger in it had far exceeded most of the battles he had experienced.