Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 93

Zheng Changcheng pulled the iron chain in his hand, and the giant hammer fell back into his hand. He kicked back and leaned forward in a strange posture.

The phantom of the white tiger that appeared above his body suddenly raised its head to the sky and let out a roar. Shen Zhiyu's mind was shaken for a moment by the awe of the king of beasts, but soon her powerful spirit resisted the awe. With a clear mind, she raised her hand to do The eighth form of "Pojun" was released.

After the white tiger roared up to the sky and roared, it made an attacking movement.

In the next moment, Zheng Changcheng's body jumped up suddenly, holding a giant hammer like a hungry tiger rushing towards Shen Zhiyu to kill him.

The sledgehammer held high was like a tiger's mouth wide open, biting fiercely.

Shen Zhiyu's whole body was shaken by the sword energy, and in the cold and sharp sword energy, Qingya's sword body exploded into a giant sword, and slammed into the giant hammer that turned into a white tiger.

The giant sword flew out whistling, piercing the space with a sharp sword cry, and the soaring sword energy strangled the white tiger.

One hammer and one sword clashed, and the aura surged and scattered under the collision, the murderous aura belonging to the white tiger, and the cold and domineering sword aura of Qingya sword, intertwined and tore each other.

As time went by, Baihu's body was gradually getting thinner, and Qingyajian's was also gradually getting smaller.

The severe vibration of the true essence made Zheng Changcheng's injuries worsen, and blood gushed out like a spring, and Shen Zhiyu's condition was not very good. He used the true essence in his body wantonly, causing the detoxification pill to be unable to suppress the toxicity in his body, and his body gradually became numb.

Seeing that the power was getting weaker, the two looked at each other and stopped at the same time.

The situation of the two of them was not very good, they did not continue to fight, and each retreated.

Shen Zhiyu retreated to the safe zone surrounded by the Xuanji Sword Sect, and Chen Chen rushed up to meet her and handed her the elixir to heal her injuries and restore her true essence.

Shen Zhiyu took the dose, then sat down cross-legged, and began to adjust the breathing of the turbulent Zhenyuan.

Soon, she opened her eyes, shook her slightly numb hand, and glanced at the sneak attacking monk who was pulled to her by the moon.

The heavy vines trapping him loosened a bit, allowing him to use the pouch.

The sneak attacking monk consciously took out a green bottle from the storage bag and handed it to the moon.

Facing the bottle brought by the moon, Shen Zhiyu shook his head, "Don't worry, let him cut himself with the magic weapon fed with poison, and then take this antidote to see if it can cure the poison." Who knows what's inside the green vial? What exactly is it.

Although this disciple tried not to blatantly hurt people's lives, it was allowed to temporarily incapacitate people by poisoning them.

After trying the medicine with the sneak attacking monk, Shen Zhiyu took the antidote with confidence, and then used the power of the medicine to force out the toxins in his body.

The sneak attacking monk who had lost its function was thrown out of the playing field by the moon.

There were about three or four out of ten people left on the field. Under the siege of casual cultivators and minor power cultivators, the top ten sects were slowly approaching each other, and there was a faint tendency to form an alliance.

Shen Zhiyu had almost rested, but the true energy in her body would not be able to recover to fullness for a while, so instead of going out to fight, she released sword energy to interfere with casual cultivators as before, creating opportunities for fellow cultivators.

She tried her best to save her true energy, and the amount of sword energy released each time was not too much, and she released it after seeing the right time, and it would always play a more or less role.

Not long after this, Shen Zhiyu was targeted by some monks.

Shen Zhiyu keenly felt the penetrating gaze like a poisonous snake. She looked up and met the eyes of the monk staring at her not far away.

It was a female cultivator in black, and when she saw her looking over, she pulled the corner of her mouth and revealed a sinister smile, then disappeared in front of her in a flash.

Shen Zhiyu's expression turned serious.

Luo Hongmian had also told her about this person's information, which was the most important one.

Feng Die, a casual cultivator of qi training, is good at assassination.

Shen Zhiyu felt the true essence in her body which had only recovered to five or six out of ten, and she didn't dare to continue to release sword energy around, so she held Qingya sword tightly and waited seriously.

In a tense state, Shen Zhiyu's perception was maximized, but she never noticed Fengdie's whereabouts, but a sudden gust of wind blew around Shen Zhiyu's body, making all the hairs on her body stand on end.

At this time, Shen Zhiyu suddenly felt a chill on the left side, and the skin on her neck felt a sense of crisis that was about to be torn apart. She immediately retreated and avoided the fatal blow, but her chin was still swept by the sword wind. arrive.

After a slight cooling, a bright red warm liquid flowed down instantly.

Missing a hit, Feng Die's figure appeared in front of Shen Zhiyu for a moment, but in a blink of an eye she dodged to the side, hiding her figure again.

Shen Zhiyu was frightened inwardly, this man was able to approach her quietly under her full defense, and she was almost directly and seriously injured.

Moreover, her escapism technique is too astonishing. After her figure appears, she can hide it in an instant.

It's like ghosts and ghosts, and it's hard to guard against.

Just when Shen Zhiyu was fully on guard, a scream suddenly came from the left rear.

She turned around suddenly, looked over, and saw a black figure flashing, and an eleventh-level Qi training disciple wearing Xuanji uniform fell down clutching his neck.

Shen Zhiyu took a deep breath, and that Fengdie was like a thunderbolt when he made a move, killing him instantly.It's just that due to the rules, the monk who was attacked was spared his life.

At this time, the cold wind blew again.

coming!Shen Zhiyu's eyes froze.

The third form of "Breaking the Army" is to fix the wind.

The surrounding space froze for a moment, including the gust of cold wind, but the wind butterfly still didn't show its figure.

Shen Zhiyu didn't mind either. With a wave of the long sword, a large piece of gorgeous sword light burst out in midair, and strangled in all directions.Accompanied by the flames of sword light that would block everywhere, Shen Zhiyu secretly laid out a dense network of sword energy on the ground.

The sword qi net was inconspicuous in the majestic and gorgeous sword light, covering the surroundings with ease, and then found a little unusual fluctuation in the invisible cold wind.

Got you!

Shen Zhiyu's expression became solemn, amidst countless sword lights, she raised her hand and Qingya sword flickered instantly.

The sixth form of "Breaking the Army", disappearing.

After a dark arc flashed, the long sword disappeared without a trace.

Feng Die, who was hiding in the dark, felt that she was locked by a terrifying murderous intent. In the cold sword wind, a sharp aura that seemed to tear her apart came roaring, making her feel like falling into an ice cave.

But after all, she is a seasoned and experienced cultivator. She immediately released the hidden state of escapism, and immediately erected a full three layers of protective shields around her body.

At the same time, Fengdie flicked her fingers, the bracelet on her wrist immediately lit up, and the aura around her body sank, searching for the murderous intent hidden in the heavy sword light.

(End of this chapter)