"I'm from Purgatory Mountain" The strange hissing of countless transparent mouths suspended in all directions and the shrill hiss of lava spears mingled.
Lin Xi was moved.
Not because of the fire meteor that was too fast to dodge, but because before the cave barbarian cultivator's gaze stayed on him and threw the lava spear, Ai Qilan beside him was already in front of him.
He didn't know that Ai Qilan was the night watchman selected by Qingluan Academy, but he could feel that except for some special methods, Ai Qilan's soul power cultivation was probably not as good as him, but it was such a figure that was far thinner than him, but it was extremely decisive in front of him.
"Ding" The fingers of the female luthier in the red shirt turned into phantoms on the strings.
It was as if more than a dozen hands were playing on the red guqin in front of him at the same time, and with the quiet sound of the qin like a song and crying, it was an abnormal killing aura, and circles of light rippled around the body of the piano, and the air was like countless invisible flying knives spinning and slashing on the oncoming lava spear.
The lava spear splattered with magma, getting smaller and slower.
By the time she was a few meters in front of Ai Qilan, she had become only the size of an arrow.
"Zheng" As the red-shirted violinist stroked her hands, a clear sound sounded, her clothes and green silk all floated up, and the whole person was slightly shaken off the ground, and the last piece of lava also stopped in the air violently, unable to advance an inch, and exploded into a cloud of sparks.
At this moment, Lin Xi also let out a loud shout, and the morning light sword in his hand slashed towards the back of the neck of the red-shirted female pianist.
There was a flying sword as thin as a cicada's wing.
A flying sword that flies freely in the air purely by someone's will and strength, and for him has an attraction from the depths of his soul.
"When" The pale cyan long sword in his hand accurately slashed the flying sword that approached at high speed, pierced through the pale white mist, and brought out a transparent trajectory in the air, emitting a bang.
His body shook violently, and the tiger's jaw, which was wrapped in strips of cloth, tore again, and blood flew down the hilt of the sword.
The flying sword flew out diagonally, looking extremely gentle, but Lin Xi's right arm hung down, and he couldn't lift it at all for a while, from his shoulders to every finger, from the inside to the outside of his bones, trembling everywhere.
It's really hard to imagine that such a gentle flying sword contains such a terrifying power.
"Huh" In the air in all directions, a light sound covered it again, and this powerful cultivator from Purgatory Mountain was also surprised that with Lin Xi's cultivation, he was able to slash his flying sword.
The light flying sword did not pause, but this time it was purely aggressive, sneering at the air and stabbing the back of the red-shirted pianist's heart, as if he wanted to see if Lin Xi still had the ability to slash it again.
Lin Xi stared at this flying sword tightly and saw the trajectory of this flying sword clearly, but his mouth was extremely bitter, he could feel that even if his left short sword could slash this light flying sword, the power on this flying sword at this moment was not something he could stop at all.
The green silk of the red-shirted female luthier fluttered again.
Because each of these pieces of combat was actually extremely short, her piano sound did not stop at all, and the soul power gushing out of the ten fingers of her hands always made a sneering sound.
This kind of intense soul power flowed, and after changing Lin Xi, the soul power in his body had already flowed clean.
The flying sword in the air suddenly emitted a dense rain-like percussion sound on the body, and a little bit of red light kept bursting, and the extremely agile light and thin flying sword was like being bound by a net, and it was difficult to fly in the air.
"Roar" The cave barbarian cultivator walked forward like a wind, less than ten meters away from the red-shirted female luthier, the flames and the fire wind formed by the hot wind rushed in, Lin Xi's skin was burned a little yellow, and his hair began to burn.
One eye had been watching the battle coldly.
No one discovered Tong Wei's existence, and even if the red-shirted female pianist knew that he was definitely there, she didn't know where he was.
Because he is the Windranger, the true Windranger of Qingluan Academy, the most powerful assassin in the world.
Windrangers have many unique means, because they have been understanding the wind, getting close to the wind, and harnessing the wind all their lives, so they have a unique perception of the wind flow.
The wind is an extension of his hearing, his smell, his vision.
From the very beginning, he had been searching for this Purgatory Mountain cultivator before anyone else on the field discovered the arrival of this flying sword from Purgatory Mountain.
This cultivator of Purgatory Mountain is a cultivator of the same level as him, and he is the top powerhouse in this world, although the combat power of the red-shirted female qin master is beyond his expectations, but obviously she may not be able to defeat just by facing that cave barbarian cultivator, let alone the opponent of this purgatory mountain holy master.
Lin Xi's strength improvement was far beyond his expectations, but Lin Xi, like Ai Qilan, was still too immature after all and had not yet grown up.
Therefore, the real duel in this battle only came from him and this Saint Master of Purgatory Mountain.
However, until this time, he had not been able to discover where this Saint Master of Purgatory Mountain was.
Every trace of sound emitted by this Purgatory Mountain Saint Master was real through the air, as if it was spoken through countless transparent mouths floating in all directions.
This Saint Master of Purgatory Mountain seemed to be really invisible, turning into countless transparent mouths that shrouded this battlefield.
Without a target, he could not attack.
But the battle situation at this moment made him no longer able to choose, only a gamble.
The flying sword, which was as thin as a cicada's wings, suddenly sensed something, and flew away into the mist above.
Compared with any previous spin, the movement of this flying sword appeared to be more gentle, like a transparent giant with a huge force of ten thousand catties holding a straw.
Because it was so gentle to the extreme, that this thin and transparent flying sword did not sharply dispel the mist above, but penetrated into these mist, trying its best to hide.
However, there was an extremely violent aura, and when Lin Xi had just felt the familiar meaning, it had already smashed into this thin and transparent flying sword like an iron rod of heavenly punishment.
There are no words to describe the chill of the blow.
The thin, transparent flying sword let out a wail, like a dragonfly being smashed by a giant's fist, and with a snort, I don't know where it shot.
"Ahem, cough, cough" The sky was filled with the coughing sound of countless transparent mouths.
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"Teacher" Lin Xi's hair was burning, but he cried out in surprise.
The one who knocked the flying sword away with a blow like an iron rod of heavenly punishment was an arrow, and from this arrow he felt a familiar domineering and invincible aura.
The sound of the piano is dense like rain.
The red-shirted violinist's slender nails were soaked with blood gushing with the gushing of soul power, and thousands of ravines appeared in front of her, and streams of power carried muddy water and dust, converging into a small muddy water sword and striking at the approaching cave barbarian cultivators.
The cave barbarian cultivator crossed his arms and blocked the wound on his chest, his body was as straight as a mountain, but he was still sliding backwards by the powerful impact, and the blood-red flames on his body were also stretched back, like a red candle in the wind.
In Lin Xi's cry of surprise, the dense footsteps like drums hit the earth.
A tall black figure strode out of the mist, but it was not Tong Wei as Lin Xi imagined, but a masked black-armored Yun Qin general with a giant axe on his back.
"Ahem, I can't imagine that you didn't run away, but secretly followed" "Very good, you should be the Qingluan Academy student named Lin Xi, an old Windrunner, a Windrunner who has not yet grown up, plus an elite of Qingluan Academy with a Lone Star Battle Axe, this trip is already worth it" Countless subtle, like countless transparent mouths around the earth, kept ringing, although they kept coughing lightly, as if they were vomiting blood, but they were not panicked, but full of surprise.
The voice made the Hellmountain Saint Master appear more powerful and mysterious.
Tong Wei didn't pay attention to the voice.
After firing an arrow, he retreated silently towards the woodland behind him.
However, at this moment, he raised his head suddenly, and his iron eyebrows suddenly frowned.
The thin flying sword had broken through the light mist and attacked him.
"When" The giant bow in his hand rose up, easily blocking the blow of the flying sword, but his heart couldn't help but feel a slight chill.
Under his heavy blow, the Holy Master of Purgatory Mountain still did not reveal his position, he still couldn't find out where the other party was, and from where he was at the moment, to the position of Lin Xi and the red-shirted female violinist, it was more than four hundred steps, but this flying sword came down directly.
He was a true Windrunner, and he was also a Supreme Saint Master's cultivation, so he could judge with extreme certainty that the cultivation of the Purgatory Mountain Saint Master who controlled this flying sword would definitely not be able to control the flying sword for more than two hundred steps.
However, the current fact is that it must be more than two hundred steps, which can only show that Purgatory Mountain has a new secret that Qingluan Academy does not know, this kind of secret that is completely unfamiliar to Qingluan Academy, and does not even conform to the perception of soul power, is even more terrifying to him than the light flying sword itself.
"Dangdang" Tong Wei's block was like the beginning of a sharp piano sound, and a series of poignant and crisp popping sounds instantly sounded around him.
The owner of this flying sword is also extremely aware of the horror of the bow and arrow in his hand, and does not give him time to open the distance and open the bow at all, the light and thin flying sword is flying around him at high speed like a wild bee, but a flying sword brings out the visual sense of countless wild bees.
The flying sword was almost attached to Tong Wei's body, and with a chaotic rhythm and extremely terrifying speed, it kept stabbing and slashing at all parts of Tong Wei's body.
Tong Wei's exposed skin was covered with black scales.
Under the agitation of his soul power, layers of armor covered with runes extended from his black robe.
This armor did not appear in the world at all, and the swirling black light faintly formed the shape of a luan bird outside of him.
The flying sword cut through the black robe outside Tong Wei's body, cutting and rubbing the black armor inside at an extremely high speed, producing a circle of dazzling firelight
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