wicked immortal

Zhao Yuan did not escape.

Less than fifty miles away, he was intercepted by two cultivators flying with swords.

Zhao Yuan gave up on running away. No matter how fast he was, he couldn't be faster than a cultivator flying with his sword in the sky. It was flying in a straight line, while Zhao Yuan had to follow the ups and downs of the ground. There was no comparison between the two .Besides, there are no obstacles in this prairie, and the cultivator can see it clearly in the sky. It is completely different from the last time Zhao Yuan fled with Fairy Caixia in the lush forest.

These two cultivators are middle-aged people, and their exact ages cannot be identified, because among the cultivators, the age of the middle-aged cultivators is the most difficult to estimate, because most of the cultivators who are successful in cultivation will put Appearance stays in middle age.

The two cultivators were both dressed in long robes, with long swords as white as snow in their hands, long beards fluttering, and they looked like immortals.However, it can be seen from the tyrannical and fierce eyes of the two that they are by no means kind.

"You are the cultivators of the Great Qin Empire, why do you want to help the tyrant?" Zhao Yuan vaguely remembered that these two people were sitting next to Feng Guoshi at that time, because Zhao Yuan was paying attention to Feng Guoshi and Zuo Xianwang at that time, and had never done anything to these two people. Much attention.

The two cultivators looked at each other, expressionless, without speaking, suspended in mid-air, and approached Zhao Yuan.

In the air, murderous aura surged, and the blue mist billowed densely.

Zhao Yuan felt the brutal murderous aura permeating his body like mercury, making him feel like he was placed in an ice cellar.

Intermediate cultivators!

Zhao Yuan took a deep breath, judging from the color of the two people's spiritual energy, they both reached the level of intermediate cultivators, and one of them even reached the fifth level of intermediate level, which was the same level as that of Liu Xiaotian.

Why are you so unlucky!

Zhao Yuan smiled wryly to himself, now, he can only pray that the dragon armor can keep him alive, and pray that the skill of the arrow can kill the two cultivators.

Zhao Yuan stood still, bowing his bow and nodding his arrow.

Suddenly, one of them shook the long sword in his hand, and a sword glow appeared out of thin air. The sword glow was about five feet long, and the sword glow unexpectedly spun at a high speed, and suddenly broke away, killing Zhao Yuan like a meat grinder.

Before the sword light arrived, Zhao Yuan felt that he was locked by the strong spiritual energy, and his whole body seemed to be trapped in a sticky quagmire, and the bow and arrow in his hand had not been shot yet, it had turned into thousands of debris in the air Dancing wildly, like insects all over the sky.

The bows and arrows in Zhao Yuan's Sumeru Ring are common products used by ordinary soldiers, and they simply cannot withstand the overwhelming sword energy of the cultivator.In fact, if Zhao Yuan uses the skill of arrows to sneak attack, there is still some hope, but unfortunately, he is confronting head-on on the vast grassland now, and his every move is under the eyes of the enemy.

"kill!"

At this time, Zhao Yuan has been forced to a dead end, and there is no way to retreat, so he can only fight with his back.With a loud shout, Zhao Yuan summoned the black-backed long knife in Xumijie, and slashed at the extremely fierce sword glow.

Pong!

There was an earth-shattering loud noise, and the menacing sword glow was cut straight by the black-backed long knife, and immediately fell apart, like a shattered crystal.

"what!"

The cultivator couldn't help being taken aback, glanced at the other cultivator, and then nodded, as if discussing a quick solution.

Sure enough, another cultivator activated his aura, and the long sword in his hand raised thousands of sword lights, and the piercing murderous aura invaded every pore of Zhao Yuan.

At the same time, another cultivator hurriedly urged the long sword, and a larger group of sword glows spun in the air at high speed, making a whistling sound, like ghosts crying and wolves howling. Among them, there were countless dots of flames, surging momentum.

Zhao Yuan can only be beaten now, because the two cultivators are in the sky, and he has no way to attack. What he calls fighting is actually defense.

The two clusters of sword lights rolled bigger and bigger in the air, from a few feet in the beginning, it became tens of feet in a blink of an eye, as if two huge snowballs were rolling towards Zhao Yuan.

Still inevitable.

Zhao Yuan held the black-backed long knife with both hands, and the "Dragon Armor Curse" had been pushed to the extreme, and his whole body was covered with a layer of golden light. The dazzling golden light was like a thick layer of golden cuticle, giving people An unshakable heaviness.

Bah!

Bah!

Bah!

Bah!

……

Zhao Yuan fell into the sword light, and slashed frantically with the black-backed long knife. He didn't know how many knives he slashed, so he could only make slashing movements mechanically. He knew very well that as long as he kept on Only by defending himself can he avoid being turned into flesh by the sword glow...

……

Pong!

There was an earth-shattering, muffled sound of landslides and ground cracks. Under the slashing of hundreds of knives, two huge groups of sword glows were actually split into invisible by Zhao Yuan. Tranquility, however, the turbulent soil and grass clippings are everywhere in the sky above the grassland, as if trampled by thousands of troops, which shows how fierce the battle was just now.

The two cultivators looked at Zhao Yuan in amazement. They didn't expect Zhao Yuan to be able to withstand the attack of the two. You must know that with the joint strength of the two, even advanced cultivators would not dare to beat him lightly. Zhao Yuan only suffered some flesh injuries, which was far from what they had imagined.

According to the thinking of the two, under this blow, Zhao Yuan would be dismembered into countless pieces even if he didn't turn into flesh.

Now, Zhao Yuan was still standing in front of them alive, and his fighting spirit was raging.

At this time, Zhao Yuan was covered in blood.

Zhao Yuan's black-backed long knife couldn't resist the thousands of sword lights, leaving countless wounds on his body, some of which had already seen white bones, which were extremely terrifying.

The two pieces of dragon armor still couldn't resist the attack of the cultivator. The only thing that is gratifying is that the dragon armor can protect his heart, preventing the fierce sword light from invading his body.

Zhao Yuan was in burning pain all over his body, as if he was being scorched by lava, and his eyes were blood-red.

The realm of "war".

Zhao Yuan was already murderous, but unfortunately, even at the highest level of "war", he was unable to defeat the two middle-level cultivators. After all, this was not a sneak attack, but a frontal battle.

The dragon armor has not yet been refined, although the damage has been reduced, but it cannot provide complete protection. According to this situation, Zhao Yuan can only die in battle.

Only after killing several cultivators of Fanjingmen in the Black Forest, Zhao Yuan had an almost blind confidence in himself. He even thought that cultivators were nothing more than that, but today, Zhao Yuan truly Realize the power of a cultivator.

"Forget it, forget it! Since God won't let me, Zhao Yuan, live, then let's fight to the death! Come on, I'll show you how powerful this young master is!"

Zhao Yuan suddenly tore off the bloody clothes on his body, stroked the long knife in his hand, his long hair fluttered in the wind, his fighting spirit was overwhelming, and he looked up to the sky and smiled.

"Hmph." Enraged by Zhao Yuan's insolent appearance, a cultivator snorted coldly, and with a flick of the sword in his hand, he actually transformed into a hurricane-like sword glow. There seemed to be countless fierce souls wrapped in the sword glow. .

"slow!"

Just when Zhao Yuan was about to fight to the death, another cultivator suddenly shouted, and the cultivator who was about to attack stopped.

"Your name is Zhao Yuan?" the cultivator asked.

"If you don't change your name or your surname, Zhao Yuan is me!" Zhao Yuan said loudly, holding a long knife horizontally.

"Zhao Yuan from Blackwater City?" the cultivator asked again, as if he wanted to confirm something.

"Exactly!"

"You have a black-backed long sword in your hand, but that black-faced god's weapon?" the cultivator continued to ask.

"Exactly!" Zhao Yuan was already struggling on the verge of death, so he was naturally fearless and frank.

"Why did you come to assassinate King Zuo Xian?" the cultivator asked with a frown.

"I was originally a reservist. I was working in the kitchen. I was temporarily arranged. I only found out on the way that I was here to assassinate King Zuoxian. I was already on the verge of riding a tiger." Zhao Yuan's heart moved, and he put down the long knife in his hand. He felt a glimmer of life.