flying sword

Chapter 33 The Demon Sect
Three days later, Daxuan Kingdom.

Xin Jiuli walked alone on the street, although there were many people bustling around, he didn't know any of them.

The two women I met in the Shiwan Dashan separated from me after bringing me here, and didn't even tell him where I lived, which made Xin Jiuli very speechless.

But it didn't matter anymore, he didn't want to have any deep friendship with the two women, he was happy to be at ease, until now he started to look around the environment.

The buildings here can't be said to be tall, but they are antique and have a certain flavor, but the freshness of the air is naturally incomparable to that of Feijian Peak, and the strength is so weak that it can hardly be felt.

After wandering around the area for a few laps, he realized that there were no immortal cultivators here. If he wanted to improve his strength, he must not sit still, he had to find a place with plenty of vitality to practice.

"Joining the sect seems like a good choice."

Xin Jiuli already had a plan in mind, all the places with sufficient vitality were occupied by the sect, so he had to find the sect's location, which was not difficult.

"Sword Soul, can you feel the fluctuation of vitality?"

"I can feel it, but it seems that there are no immortal cultivators here. Maybe the master can try elsewhere." The voice of the sword soul rang in Xin Jiuli's mind.

After absorbing the blood of the Lightning Sable yesterday, this guy is surprisingly energetic. Every time Xin Jiuli calls him, he can always say a few words, and he no longer falls asleep like before.

"Okay, I'll look elsewhere."

Sword Soul didn't reply, it was a tacit agreement.Then Xin Jiuli avoided the crowd and walked towards a remote place.

Immortal cultivators consider themselves superior to ordinary people, and generally disdain to associate with ordinary people, so the more remote the place, the easier it is to find traces of immortal cultivators.

This conclusion is the same everywhere, so it didn't take long for Sword Soul to sense the breath of a cultivator.

"Master, there is a fluctuation of vitality in the direction of 2000 meters to the south. It should be a cultivator."

"Okay, I'll be there right now, and you have to tell me in time if there is any change."

Xin Jiuli's figure turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards the south quickly.

He had a vague feeling in his heart that this place was a valley outside the city, and there was no one in it. What was this immortal cultivator doing here?

Under Xin Jiuli's full efforts, it didn't take long to see a man in his early twenties on a small hillside. The man's eyes were folded together, and a faint wave of vitality circulated around him.

Suddenly Xin Jiuli's eyes trembled, and he found that there were more than a dozen corpses lying around the man, all of them were women! ! !
The appearance of these women can no longer tell how old they are, because their faces have been dried out, as if there is only a layer of skin left.

If it weren't for the blood on the ground that was flowing out, Xin Jiuli even suspected that these were not human beings at all.

"What are you doing!" Xin Jiuli couldn't help asking, although he knew that his actions might cause trouble, but he still couldn't help doing it.

The young man remained motionless at this moment, as if he hadn't heard Xin Jiuli's question at all.

But at this moment, the aura around the young man suddenly changed, streaks of black gas surrounded the man's body, gradually forming the shape of a mask.

Xin Jiuli understood that the other party should have noticed him at this time, but for some reason, he couldn't be disturbed.That's why this shield was formed.

Xin Jiuli's heart moved slightly, and he pointed at the man with both hands, and a stream of air visible to the naked eye shot towards the man.

The next moment, the black light curtain where the man was sitting trembled slightly, and the airflow released by Xin Jiuli did not cause the slightest fluctuation, and was directly swallowed by the light curtain.

Xin Jiuli was a little stunned, it was the air flow released by his own Yuanli at the seventh level of Yuan Kaijing, what is the origin of this man! ! !
Xin Jiuli was startled, and immediately planned to turn around and leave.

"Why, Fellow Daoist wanted to leave just like that when he made a move on me, heh heh, it's too condescending for Su Mou."

A faint voice came, and then Xin Jiuli only felt a strong sense of crisis behind him, and before he had time to think about it, he immediately rolled towards the open space next to him.

"puff"

There was a chirping sound behind him, and Xin Jiuli turned his head to look, only to see a large pool of black dirt on the ground, and green smoke was slowly rising from the ground.

"Hmph, who are you?" Xin Jiuli was startled in his heart, but calm on his face.

"Haha... I'm a disciple of the Tianmo Sect. I didn't expect to meet a cultivator today. Now that I'm here, don't even think about leaving."

The young man on the opposite side saw that Xin Jiuli dodged his own blow, instead of getting angry, he became excited, and the seeds of greed flickered in his eyes.

After hearing the man's words, Xin Jiuli's expression darkened immediately: "Oh? Then I have to go?"

When the man opposite heard Xin Jiuli's words, he showed a wicked smile: "You can try it!"

As soon as the voice fell, the aura around the man suddenly let go. Xin Jiuli could feel that the man's cultivation was not inferior to his own. Not only that, but the black light around the man indirectly made him feel irresistible feel.

At the moment when Xin Jiuli was in a trance and distracted, the man on the opposite side suddenly moved. There was a gust of wind and a foul smell, and the figure of the man had come close.

Immediately, the man danced wildly with his hands, and slapped more than a dozen palms frantically, and there were many shadows in the palms, but Xin Jiuli, who has practiced fast swordsmanship since childhood, also has a set of skills to deal with it.

Although he didn't have a flying sword in his hand, the "one hundred and eight swords of wind and rain" he had learned was made with his palm as a sword.

Immediately, they met the man's palm, and after a few breaths, the speed of Xin Jiuli and the two were comparable, which made the opposite man show a hint of surprise.

But suddenly the eyes of the man on the opposite side flashed fiercely, the speed of his hand suddenly more than doubled, and a strange energy was also transmitted from his hand.

With a sound of "bang", Xin Jiuli, who was caught off guard, hit the man's palm firmly in the chest, and at the same time, both of them stopped their movements.

"Hey, I think you're not dead after being hit by my blood-transforming skill." Following the man's cold snort, there was a jerk in his hand, and that strange energy surged into Xin Jiuli's body again.

"No, how could it be...you!!!"

The man's face suddenly twitched, and his eyes stared at Xin Jiuli in fear.

Xin Jiuli was also stunned. The so-called blood transformation skill of the man opposite seemed to have no reaction at all. Instead, he felt that the sword soul in his body was about to move at this moment, and an extremely powerful suction sucked the man's palm.

"You...what kind of magic art are you practicing that can absorb my blood essence..."

Xin Jiuli ignored the man's words at all. Since his sword soul could restrain the opponent, there was no reason to let go. Instead, he hurriedly urged the sword soul to absorb the man's blood essence.

"Stop, I admit defeat, you let me go, I have many benefits to give you all." The man was in a hurry, drinking anxiously.

Xin Jiuli frowned and suddenly thought of his purpose for coming here, so he was shocked and knocked the man flying to the ground.

"Say, what's the benefit?"

(End of this chapter)