The extremely harsh sound of metal rubbing, the mist and branches and leaves chopped by the whirling flying sword, and the dazzling sparks made Lin Xi and the others, who had not noticed Tong Wei's traces, see Tong Wei's location clearly.
In an instant, the black robe outside Tong Wei's body was interspersed with flying at high speed, and the sharply cut flying sword was twisted into powder, ignited by sparks, and turned into countless starry flames.
The thin transparent sword was constantly cutting and stabbing, and the temperature of the sword body also rose sharply, becoming a little reddish, but this light and thin little sword was not known to be made of what material, and there was no sign of softening or damage at all, and the blade was not worn in the slightest, it was still hard and sharp.
The armor in Tong Wei's black robe was completely exposed.
It was a piece of black metal armor that looked just as light and thin, but was extremely imposing.
Pieces of narrow metal armor, just like the feathers on the wings of a phoenix, are extremely compact and tightly fitted together, and in some extremely thin runes that are not visible to the naked eye, black light swirls around, forming the shape of a luan bird on Tong Wei's body, and several black lights flow under his feet, like several long tail feathers.
This armor itself seemed to be layered together, but under Tong Wei's soul power, the armor inside automatically extended out, covering his whole body, and even his eyes were covered by two thin and transparent chips.
Under the continuous high-speed cutting of the flying sword containing terrifying power, the armor on Tong Wei's body did not leave even a slight nick.
"The soul soldiers of Qingluan Academy are really unparalleled in the world" Like the admiration of countless transparent mouths.
The reason why Qingluan Academy is proud is not only the glory of Dean Zhang, but also many powerful cultivators unknown to the world, and many powerful soul soldiers that the world can't imagine at all.
The cold Yun Qin general, who was holding a giant axe, strode behind the red-shirted female qinist, nodded slightly to Lin Xi and the others, and then immediately turned around, standing with the axe, looking at the dazzling blazing flames that continued to burst out between the light sword body and the black armor.
He also knew that even with his cultivation, he couldn't intervene at all at this moment, this rare battle in the world that brought together so many powerful cultivators, and in the end it was still a duel between Tong Wei and this Purgatory Mountain Saint Master.
At the moment, he could only serve as the close attendant of the red-shirted female luthier, in case this flying sword suddenly slashed back, and at the same time help deal with this cave barbarian cultivator who was covered in blood-like flames and whose strength was also above him.
Lin Xi extinguished the sparks on his body, and the skin on his body was still hot and painful, but there was a cold feeling in his heart and in his hands and feet.
At this moment, Tong Weisen was as cold as an iron-cast god of war, and the armor outside his body seemed to never be broken, but Lin Xi remembered some of An Keyi's words very clearly, any powerful armor has gaps, and he was Tong Wei's descendant disciple, he knew very well where the power of a Windranger was, and he knew that if Tong Wei could find out where the other party was, that arrow, it would not be a flying sword, but a direct shot at this Purgatory Mountain Saint Master.
Even at this moment, Lin Xi knew that with Tong Wei's ability, as long as the opponent's position was determined, Tong Wei could still send an arrow steadily, but Tong Wei could never find out where the opponent was, and he could never fight back.
The hands of the female luthier in the red shirt kept stroking the strings.
Because the gushing of soul power exceeded the limit of her body's capabilities, blood kept pouring out of her fingernails, and every majestic breath burst out of Qin's body with a trace of red blood.
Countless ravines appeared in front of her.
Strands of muddy water turned into sharp swords, aggressively hitting the cave barbarian cultivator's body, and then muddy water from elsewhere flowed over, filling these ravines, and then these muddy water were blasted out by the force she stimulated.
The muddy water was scorched into a mist by the terrifying temperature of this cave barbarian cultivator, and some of the mud dust was contaminated on his body, causing a layer of mud shells to begin to accumulate on his body.
Because the mud and dust were extremely fine and sticky, it became more and more tough under the constant burning, and it was not shaken off by the breath and flames on his body, and it was firmly attached to his skin.
"Poof" A mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth of the red-shirted violinist, washing away the red shirt from her face, revealing a beautiful face like white porcelain, with a faint mole at the corner of her mouth.
With this mouthful of blood spurting out, the soul power in the body of the red-shirted female pianist completely dried up, and the majestic soul power gushing between her ten fingers was suddenly cut off, and the ten fingers plucked on the strings, unable to pluck, but were drawn out of blood.
The sound of the piano is cut off like a crying and complaining.
The red-shirted female luthier held the red guqin in both hands, and turned her head sideways, she had completely activated all her strength, knowing that from this moment on, this battle had nothing to do with her.
At this moment, General Yun Qin, who had been waiting by her side with an axe, moved, passed her, kept speeding up like a cheetah, and resolutely rushed towards the cave barbarian cultivator.
The cave barbarian cultivator let out a roar.
From the surging aura on this Yun Qin general, he also knew that this was the most dangerous moment, his feet stabbed into the dirt below, burning all the dirt below and burning it into hard pottery, and then he smashed it forward with a punch.
At this time, it was the time when the Yun Qin generals jumped high and slashed down with a giant axe in hand.
Both of them were very precise in their timing, and neither seemed to want to be clever enough to split the winner in this way.
The originally dazzling axe surface instantly dimmed, and all the brilliance converged on the axe blade, flowing out like water.
The cave man's fist slammed into his axe.
"Boom" A shockwave mixed with flames exploded around the two people, and the ground under the feet of the cave barbarian cultivator cracked countless spiderweb-like cracks, and pieces of hard pottery jumped up.
His fists became a blur of flesh and blood, the flames on his body faded sharply, and his body, which had been standing like a javelin after the stormy attack of the red-shirted violinist, fell backwards and sat on the ground, countless traces of viscous blood like hot porridge spurted out from the pores of his body's skin.
His man instantly turned into a bloody man.
The Yun Qin general, who was holding a giant axe, flew backwards and flew high in the air.
His hair and eyebrows burned, his skin became a little scorched, and the cave barbarian cultivator's fist and his axe blade slammed together, and when the flesh was broken, more than a dozen streams of blood also hit his body.
The dozen or so strands of blood were like a dozen burning thin rockets that burned through the black armor on his body, piercing into the flesh and blood that he couldn't even bite the blood ants to, and pierced into his body.
"Smack" He also fell heavily into the muddy water, coughing incessantly, lying in the muddy water, but for a while he could not even sit up.
"Fire King" The green-eyed girl let out a sad cry and staggered towards the cave barbarian cultivator who sat down on the ground and turned into a bloody man.
Lin Xi and Ai Qilan had also rushed towards this Yun Qin general in unison.
This battle has been full of tragedy and poignancy.
The sound of swords hitting armor suddenly became faster at this moment.
The light flying sword kept slashing towards Tong Wei's right shoulder slightly down like shavings, and picked up diagonally, every time it touched the armor, it retracted at a speed beyond the limit of the human eye, and then returned at a faster speed, it sounded just a few puffs, but in fact, between these few sounds, it had been picked and cut hundreds of times.
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The red-shirted female luthier had completely turned around and looked at where Tong Wei was.
Lin Xi, who had already rushed to the front of General Yun Qin, who was lying in the muddy water, stiffened suddenly, and turned around with the greatest speed in his life.
Although he couldn't comprehend the realm of the Holy Master at all with his cultivation, he knew very well that controlling the flying sword to kill at such a rate at this moment, and he didn't know how much soul power it would consume, it was completely like spitting out all the power in his body without hesitation.
This Saint Master of Purgatory Mountain has also seized a certain opportunity, and the duel between him and Tong Wei has also reached the final decisive battle.
Only before he turned around, a piece of metal armor on Tong Wei's right shoulder had been pushed up slightly under the hundreds of cuts in this instant, revealing a gap that only Tong Wei and the Purgatory Mountain Saint Master could feel.
Tong Wei's palm covered the place.
The fact that his palm had been covering this place all the time, but the sharp passage of the flying sword, between his palm and this place, formed a sword light curtain, an iron stream.
"Snort" The thin flying sword stuck to the edge of his palm, penetrating into the extremely thin and thin gap of his armor, like a devil's tongue, licking greedily.
Blood squirted out of the cracks in the nails.
The extremely thin flying sword was pressed by Tong Wei's palm, stalemate, constantly vibrating, rubbing, and making an unusually harsh and unpleasant sound.
Tong Wei held the right arm of the giant bow, but it hung down weakly.
"Zi" With the lubrication of blood, this extremely thin flying sword finally slipped out of Tong Wei's palm with difficulty under the fierce struggle.
In the air in all directions, a muffled snort sounded, and this battle seemed to have made the strength of this Purgatory Mountain Saint Master almost exhausted.
The red-shirted female luthier and Tong Wei were hundreds of steps apart, and at the same time as this muffled hum came out, above the sky between the two, a mist suddenly disturbed, and there was a strange wind.
Tong Wei and Lin Xi were the first to notice this strange wind and raised their heads.
Then they saw that the mist in the sky had been broken by the wind from above, and a figure had fallen.
A metallic figure swirling with black light and royal blue brilliance, with long metal wings on its back.
The red-shirted female luthier also saw this figure clearly, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help but show a bitter smile.
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