After my death, I became the white moonlight of the whole cultivation world

Chapter 615 Is Actually a Sword Cultivator

Xiao Zhihan was slightly startled when he heard the words, the person who can break into Qingcang Mountain without anyone noticing, naturally not only has a high level of cultivation, but also may be very tricky and extremely difficult to deal with.

It's just that almost all the seniors with such strength in the comprehension world today come from prestigious sects, and they all know Yun Ruo in the past, so they shouldn't do such a thing.

Could it be the hidden masters of Moxiu's school?

Just when he was in doubt, there really was a dusty figure flying out from among the dense bushes.

Along with flying out, there is also a sword.

In the sound of the sword, there is a coercion that makes people feel afraid unconsciously.

Is it a sword cultivator?
Xiao Zhihan frowned slightly, then put his hands behind his back, and first quietly felt the talisman wrapped around him.

That person was at least in the state of transforming gods, Yun Weixian had no time to make him retreat further, so he used this talisman to protect him first.

But at the same time, it also restricted his actions, but at least it was not a permanent talisman, so there was no hindrance for him to move within the talisman.

After confirming this point, Xiao Zhihan turned his eyes and looked at Yun Weixian who was confronting the man in gray in midair.

Both of them held swords in their hands, but it was obvious that the other party's sword intent was superior, like a needle hidden in the cotton, and gently ran over her from all directions.

Yun Weixian didn't care, turned his wrist and pulled a sword flower: "Although I'm only half a swordsman, you don't need to be polite to me, come on."

Most of the gray-clothed man's body was hidden in the shadows, his expression was unclear, and he didn't open his mouth to respond. After listening to her, he responded with an even louder sword cry.

Immediately afterwards, a more compelling sword intent followed the wind.

Although Yun Weixian showed his hand first, he did not rush out the sword, but with a flash of figure, several puppet clones were created in an instant, all holding swords in their hands.

The movements and expressions are also completely consistent, and even the sword energy brought out is almost the same, making it difficult for people to tell which one is her real body for a while.

In the eyes of the man in gray, there was not much fluctuation, and he didn't bother to find the real body. Instead, as the sword dancing speeded up, he also separated phantoms one by one, and then separated directly from the many Yun Weixians. match.

For a while, the sound of swords buzzed continuously, and the two sides did not show weakness to each other. The exchange of sword intent and sword energy caused many mountains, rocks and trees to be affected.

The two fought more and more, and for a moment, Xiao Zhihan, who was the closest, had the illusion that they were fighting on the crescent moon.

Then gradually, the figures of the two of them merged into the bright moonlight, and it was impossible to distinguish who was who, and which side had the upper hand.

But Xiao Zhihan could still vaguely know that this is indeed a powerful swordsman, and under Yun Weixian's serious state, he was not suppressed by anything, and he still had room to fight back.

Such a sudden appearance of a nameless sword cultivator is so strong, so Shen Junyi, who has the name of sword fairy, is probably even more unimaginable in terms of combat power.

Even if he is the sword spirit born from that person's natal sword, no matter how much he cultivates, he will not be able to compete with the real sword cultivator.

Xiao Zhihan's heart skipped a beat, a cold light flashed in his hand, and he forced back the sword shadow that suddenly jumped in front of him and almost broke through the magic talisman.

Immediately afterwards, several talismans fell rapidly, hitting the shadow one by one, causing him to reveal his figure and roll to the ground.

It took a long time before he coughed up blood, touched the ground with his toes, and flew up nimbly again.

Then he simply retracted his sword and surrendered: "I admit defeat, Second Martial Uncle."

(End of this chapter)