Immortal and Demon Cultivation

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The first wave of sword rain that Ye Xiaochuan urged did not cause substantial damage to Xue Wuhen's terrifying defensive barrier, but instead destroyed tens of thousands of air swords.

But Ye Xiaochuan did not seem to care about it.

The air swords that filled the sky and the ground fell from the sky like locusts and rainstorms.

The number is increasing.

The power of the air swords is also increasing.

The wind began to cover the surroundings of Bashi Mountain.

The wind in the sky within a radius of dozens of miles was getting stronger and stronger.

It was like a turbulent flow in the void space, the wind was not the same, and it seemed very messy.

With the help of Xiaofeng, Ye Xiaochuan slowly arranged a barrier similar to the wind field with Bashi Mountain as the center.

Although he did not reach the Xumi realm, Xiaofeng, as a wind spirit, could arrange the field, but he was not as powerful and domineering as the strong men in the Xumi realm.

With the formation of the wind field, the sword rain in the sky and the offensive also changed.

Fast.

Incomparably fast.

When the speed reaches a certain height, even an embroidery needle is enough to cause fatal damage.

The originally unbreakable space barrier finally began to crack under the accelerating sword rain.

In just a few breaths, the cracks spread all over the barrier.

A crisp sound similar to porcelain falling to the ground should not be heard in the sound of sword rain shooting all over the sky.

However, everyone heard it clearly.

It was as if it sounded in their ears.

The entire space barrier collapsed and shattered in an instant with the crisp sound.

The sword rain shot at the huge mountain-like Xue Wuhen.

Xue Wuhen did not move, and countless red dragons roared up.

But these red blood demon dragons could not resist the attack of the sky swords.

Each air sword was like an electric snake, with an incredible speed.

After all, the number of red blood demon dragons was limited, and they could not be defended at all.

The several red-blooded demon dragons at the top were shot into slag by countless Qi swords in a blink of an eye.

Ye Xiaochuan did not seem to control the trajectory of these Qi swords, and many Qi swords shot from the sky to the valley at the foot of Bashi Mountain.

These Qi swords, which were originally transformed by spiritual power, are now like entities.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh...

Bang bang bang...

Countless Qi swords were directly inserted into the hard rock ground. Most of the sword body was immersed in the rock, and only the hilt was buzzing and trembling.

The elders and disciples of the Ghost Xuan Sect who were watching the battle in the valley were now running away to avoid being hurt by these terrible Qi swords.

I thought these Qi swords would soon turn into nothingness, but after more than a dozen breaths, the Qi swords were still Qi swords.

Qianye Saint Lord did not believe in evil, and reached out to grab a Qi sword, and it was actually pulled out of the ground by it.

Looking at the three or four jin long sword in his hand, Qianye Saint Lord and others' worldview seemed to collapse at this moment.

However, the next scene made these old monsters exclaim again.

The wrist of Saint Qianye trembled slightly, and the sword in his hand immediately turned into fragments.

The fragments of the sword turned into green smoke and disappeared quickly as they fell.

Well, this is really what Ye Xiaochuan condensed with his spiritual power.

It's just that the spiritual energy is too strong, making it difficult to distinguish the real from the fake.

Ye Xiaochuan started the final attack.

Xue Wuhen also used what he had learned in his life.

The number of Qi swords began to decrease, but the speed and strength increased exponentially.

The last wave of Qi swords condensed into a shape, with less than a thousand swords, which was much less than the tens of thousands at the beginning.

And Xue Wuhen's huge body at this moment had already been riddled with holes by the endless Qi swords.

But his body did not shrink much.

The power of the Red Blood Demon Whip became more prosperous, and the old demon Xue Wuhen became more and more courageous.

The old man roared to the sky, making a hoarse scream like a dragon's roar and a tiger's roar.

"Young Master Ye, you don't have to hold back. I'm not too old to be unable to lift a magic weapon!"

He felt that Ye Xiaochuan seemed to be hesitating, as if he was afraid of hurting him.

This hesitation was the greatest insult to a strong man like Xue Wuhen.

Ye Xiaochuan said loudly: "In that case, I'm sorry!"

Thousands of Qi swords smashed down at the same time at lightning speed.

This time it was not an aimless attack, all shot at Xue Wuhen.

Xue Wuhen turned the magic whip, trying to crush the incoming Qi swords.

But what surprised him was that under the destruction of the Red Blood Magic Whip's demonic power, those Qi swords were condensed and not dispersed, but were just swept away or shaken away, and were not crushed.

Those Qi swords that were swept away, as if they were scanning, shot from all directions again.

Xue Wuhen now felt very aggrieved, as if he had returned to hundreds of years ago to face the old pervert Yun Yazi, and his magical powers were unable to be used.

Others practiced swordsmanship, condensed and transformed Qi swords, and they broke at the touch.

However, the Qi sword condensed by the master of the third level of swordsmanship is like a real sword, which cannot be destroyed in a short time.

Xue Wuhen can feel that Ye Xiaochuan's understanding of swordsmanship has not reached the pinnacle, but he just can't figure out how Ye Xiaochuan condensed the Qi sword so hard and powerful.

Fortunately, his magic weapon is a long whip.

The whip rotated and completely protected his body.

The attacking Qi swords were shaken away one by one.

He felt that Ye Xiaochuan must have consumed a lot of his true energy to condense such a powerful Qi sword.

As long as he persisted for a while, when Ye Xiaochuan's true energy was exhausted, he would have the strength to fight back.

It's a pity that he didn't know that Ye Xiaochuan practiced the acupuncture point cultivation method.

Whether it was instantaneous explosive power or a protracted war, only the old liar who rode a giant panda and swindled all day could compare with him in the Three Realms.

Moreover, Ye Xiaochuan had a back-up plan!

Seeing that the Qi sword had suppressed Xue Wuhen, Ye Xiaochuan used his final killing move.

The wind field of hundreds of feet began to decompose and compress.

Seven cyclones were formed.

With a long roar from Ye Xiaochuan, seven cyclones appeared around Xue Wuhen from hundreds of feet away in an instant.

It was like suddenly crossing the space.

Xue Wuhen immediately felt the seven terrifying cyclones appear around him.

For the first time in his life, he felt the approach of the god of death.

However, he was now entangled by thousands of powerful Qi swords and had no power to fight against the seven cyclones.

When everyone thought that Ye Xiaochuan was urging the cyclone to attack Xue Wuhen,

However, Ye Xiaochuan drew his sword, and seven terrifying cyclones instantly brought up countless space fragments with colorful lights.

Bang!

The space within a radius of dozens of feet was unstable again.

But the space in most areas did not reach the critical point of damage, but was slowly surging like waves.

The space where Xue Wuhen was suspended in the air at this moment had completely shattered.

To be precise, he was now standing in the world of nothingness.

Ye Xiaochuan was still relying on the sword without a sharp edge to activate the wind law.

He seemed to want to smash the world of nothingness.

Everyone in the valley was stunned.

It was the first time they saw that masters could fight like this.

These people only saw Xue Wuhen turning the red blood devil whip to fight against countless air swords and the void space. These people could not feel the terrifying pressure that Xue Wuhen was facing at this moment.

The four-dimensional world of nothingness is originally a high-dimensional world.

The slightest sound inside, to humans, was like a mysterious thunder exploding in their ears.

At this moment, Xue Wuhen was beaten into the world of nothingness by Ye Xiaochuan. Even if he held back his Qi and meridians, he still felt the pulling force that seemed to tear his soul apart.

If it were Xia Baizhan, Guo Zifeng and other big demons, they would have been unable to bear it.

But he was Xue Wuhen, the Red Blood Mystic, one of the three Mystics of the Demon Cult. He actually persisted.