After traveling through time, I stole all over the three realms

Shen Mian took out the Shattered Abyss Sword from the space.

It's true that it looks good, but Shen Mian doesn't think he's been cheated to such an extent as to buy this sword worth three hundred thousand taels just because it looks good.

In fact, when she saw the sword for the first time, she felt that the power contained in the sword should not be underestimated.

This group of people was a perfect opportunity for her to test out her newly bought sword and newly acquired spiritual skills.

Of course, she also made secondary preparations, and the Changhong Sword was staying obediently in the space. If Suiyuan didn't work, she would change people... no, change the sword.

The battle is about to break out.

Following the leader's shout of "Catch him alive", the seven people moved almost at the same time, and fireballs, wind blades, earth spikes, and water swords all attacked Shen Mian.

Shen Mian nimbly avoided these moves, leaped onto a big tree nearby, and hid himself in the darkness.

"Six of us together? That's perfect. I also think it's troublesome to come one by one."

As Shen Mian spoke, he injected the fire element into Shattered Abyss. The flames, along with the sword energy, blasted towards the six people. The sword was unstoppable and the fire was scorching. At the same time, several people heard the humming of a sword. The leader was the first to realize that something was wrong and hurriedly used his luck to protect his body, but it was still a step too late. The six people were more or less hit by this move. One of the seventh-level spiritualists who faced the sword energy directly spat out a mouthful of blood.

The leading man in black was shocked. How could this be the strength of an eighth-level spiritualist!

The sword was so swift and powerful that it was hard to defend against, but it also drained away a third of Shen Mian's spiritual power, catching him off guard and completely exhausting himself.

What Qian Ren said was indeed true, this sword really consumes a lot of spiritual energy.

After testing the power of the sword, Shen Mian was satisfied, but he also knew that the battle had just begun, and if he continued to use the sword, his spiritual power would soon be exhausted.

Shen Mian once again dodged the oncoming attack, climbed over the wall and ran towards another empty path. Just as he was about to switch to the Changhong Sword, he heard Mu Yan say, "Use the Burning Flame."

Before he had time to think, a swift wind blade came at him, faster than any previous move. Shen Mian managed to dodge it, but his arm was still cut.

She calmed herself down. A strong wind came from behind her, accompanied by a sense of urgency that made her scalp tingle. Murderous intent filled the air. Before her brain could react, she subconsciously turned around and raised her hand to fight back.

The two swords collided with each other, making a "clang" sound. Shen Mian looked at the sword blade that was so close to him and the sinister look in the black-clothed leader's eyes. His palm felt numb, but he quickly stretched out his other hand and slapped out.

The leader in black reacted quickly, retreated quickly, and stood side by side with the remaining few people who had just arrived.

The moves just now were only in a split second. The black-clothed leader signaled the others not to attack and stared at Shen Mian: "Boy, you are quite capable. Now go back with us obediently and you can avoid some physical pain."

Shen Mian sneered: "I was slightly superior just now, wasn't I? You can donate your eyes if you don't want them anymore."

The man sneered: "We underestimated you just now. You are indeed powerful, but can you still fight six people alone? Your sword is powerful, but that's all."

Shen Mian chuckled. His clear voice was particularly clear in the deserted alley, and it was filled with the frivolity and confidence that only a teenager could have: "How do you know if you don't try?"

As soon as the words fell, both sides attacked at the same time.

The men in black seemed to be on guard and surrounded Shen Mian.

Just now, Shen Mian noticed that there were two water elements, two fire elements, one earth element and one wind element in this group of people.

One of the water elements approached like a ghost, raised his sword and slashed at Shen Mian.

Shen Mian raised her hand to block, and at the same time five spiritual skills attacked her. She kept her sword raised to confront them, and suddenly a dark red flame burst out from her body. She blocked the attacks with swift and domineering force, and rushed towards the five people.

The flame was not bright, but it emitted a dangerous, destructive aura. When the flame swept across at lightning speed, they quickly sensed the threat and were caught off guard by the strange fire, but they also mobilized their spiritual power to resist it.

Taking advantage of this gap, Shen Mian quickly injected the Burning Flame and spiritual power into Shattered Abyss. The spiritual power no longer lost as quickly as before. At the same time, she also realized that the sword in her hand contained abundant energy that far exceeded her current level.

One of her men flipped over with force, changing the confrontation posture, and swung a sword at the black-clothed water-type man in front of her who had no support for the time being.

The frightening sword light was reflected in the man's eyes, and he was engulfed by the flames before he could even put up a defense.

The flames devoured him silently, leaving no trace.

After swinging the sword, Shen Mian quickly dodged the attack from the person behind him.

Standing still, Shen Mian looked at the sword in his hand with surprise.

Without wasting any extra spiritual energy, the sword seemed to have repaired its fatal weakness with the help of the burning flame!

The leading man in black felt a chill in his heart as he looked at his companions who had not even left a corpse.

The terrifying strange fire, the powerful sword energy, and the unfathomable strength all made him gradually feel unsure.

A single sword could take the life of an eighth-level spiritualist. Even he wouldn't dare to confront him head-on.

Gripping the sword tightly in his hand, he made up his mind and issued his second order of the night: "Kill him!"

This kid must not be allowed to stay!

As soon as he finished speaking, he swung the sword in his hand and injected all the remaining spiritual power into it. A strong wind blew around him, and the leaves flew everywhere, the branches shook, and a terrifying sound was made.

Shen Mian squinted his eyes due to the sweeping hurricane. He wanted to step forward to interrupt the black-clothed leader, but was restrained by the others.

The leader in black aimed at Shen Mian and raised his sword. In an instant, the wind stopped flowing and turned into streams of light rushing towards Shen Mian: "Gangfeng·Ten Thousand Blades!"

Tens of thousands of wind blades rushed down from mid-air at lightning speed, emitting the glowing light of wind elements, as if they could cut through the void and break through the wind.

Several men in black quickly evacuated, but Shen Mian, who was in the center of the storm, had no way to escape. She mobilized all her spiritual power to resist, and the burning flames gathered in front of her into a wall of fire.

The wind blade rushed down instantly, her face showed pain, she felt that her internal organs were displaced by the impact, and blood flowed from the corners of her mouth.

The strong wind blew away her hair, the wind blades pierced her clothes, the blood dyed the ground red, and the crows circled in the sky, making bursts of terrifying cries.

While resisting the thousands of blades, Shen Mian tried his best to recall the process of performing the spiritual skill in his mind.

The vivid figure was demonstrated countless times in her sea of ​​consciousness, but she could never grasp the essence of it, and could not perform it. There was always something missing.

But she racked her brains but couldn't figure it out in the tense battle just now.

But at this moment, as she was approaching death and spiritual skills were being unleashed upon her from all directions, she vaguely remembered the burning flame that Mu Yan had demonstrated to her.

The Burning Flame shrank into a ball in his hand, but it was more obedient and more powerful than the Burning Flame controlled by Shen Mian. When the Burning Flame broke away from control and attacked the enemy, it revealed its original appearance, a blazing flame, scorching everything, burning everything, devouring everything, and displaying its power without any burden - destruction.

That's right! Destruction!

In an instant, it was as if the clouds had cleared to reveal the moon, and the figure wielding the spirit sword in the sea of ​​consciousness seemed to be clearer, and the picture also had a background - the blazing flames made the black figure more upright. The breath of destruction spread, but was suppressed, exerted, and transformed into power under the figure's neat sword moves.

The leading man in black couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that Shen Mian's figure was gradually unable to hold out under the attack of several people's spiritual skills. But just when he thought that Shen Mian was dead, a flame suddenly burst out from the center of the spiritual skills encirclement.

The flame swept through the remaining power of several spiritual skills and came towards the few people. The flame was like a sword shadow, not as chaotic as the previous flame. Instead, it condensed in the sword shadow, gathering all the destructive power, and exploded when it touched the nodes of several people.

Everything happened in a flash. The sword shadow was faster than any previous attack. There was nowhere to escape and no way to avoid it.

The moment they revealed their shocked expressions, they were engulfed by the sword shadows. The flames reflected in their terrified eyes. At the moment they were engulfed, they only had time to hastily raise their weapons. In their ears, they heard the calm and firm words of the man they thought was doomed: "Chi Xiao·Nirvana."