Purple filaments of light flickered around the long sword's body, and the surrounding aura was suffocated, and the male cultivator's momentum changed suddenly, and he was no longer the careless appearance of everything.

He stretched out his right hand forward, grasped the long sword in the void, and his body danced rapidly, turning into an afterimage, with a low rumbling thunderous sound.

The void power that is different from the sword qi, with an unbeatable arrogance, permeates the place where the sword light reaches. This breath is just like the feeling that male cultivators give people from their bones, arrogant and conceited, and they are the only ones in the world.

The intention is born from the heart, and this mysterious power is exactly the sword intent that all sword monks are pursuing!

The moment He Miaomiao felt the sword intent, her back couldn't help but chill, and there was a faint creepy, as if she wanted to surrender to this power!

She was shocked by the strength of the sword intent in her heart, and at the same time, she silently recited the "Yuan Shi Dao Sutra", dispelling the fear of powerful power in her heart, and calming down her mind even more.

She is not a sword cultivator, she has learned a lot of things, and she has not been able to comprehend the sword intent so far, and she has no chance of winning against the real sword cultivator. If you want to kill the enemy to win, you can only change the same.

The light was like an undercurrent hidden in the aura, drawing out countless sharp sword qi, and He Miaomiao on the other end was fully defended, and his divine sense moved to pull out the small Qiankun bottle, injecting spiritual power to make it spin rapidly, absorbing all the formless and qualitative sword intent attacks!

The small Qiankun bottle can hold the five elements of spiritual objects, and it can also collect invisible attacks, such as sound attack sword qi, no matter how strong it is, it can't escape the absorption of this super magic weapon.

He Miaomiao's spiritual power was insufficient in the past, and he couldn't give full play to the full strength of the Xiao Qiankun Bottle, but at this time, it was already the late stage of Jindan, and his spiritual power was pure and condensed, and it was no longer difficult to manipulate the super magic weapon.

The male cultivator, who thought that he would never be able to dodge the attack, dissipated in the blink of an eye, leaving only a trace of thunder, and was entangled with a violent fire spirit that could not be seen clearly.

He looked at the vial above He Miaomiao's head, his eyes showed a little jealousy, the sword cultivation was unstoppable, but the magic weapons of the Dao cultivation were endless. There are not many treasures that can absorb invisible attacks, and the white thin-necked flask in front of him is obviously the best of carefully refined.

The strength of sword cultivation lies in the fact that no matter how the opponent changes his moves, he can only break it with one sword. The male cultivator's offensive turned sharply, and the battle intent in his eyes was even worse, and there was a magic weapon to hinder him, so he would break the magic weapon first.

His two swords soared into the sky, and the long sword behind him shone with thunder, and one person and one sword coincided accordingly, emitting a large purple filament of light in the air, and the overwhelming sword intent carried a murderous aura that was even stronger than just now.

At the moment when it was about to fall in the air, the long sword slashed downwards like a mountain that had collapsed from the sky, with irresistible pressure.

The ground cracked in layers, and cobweb-like traces stretched outward for miles, and the surrounding grass and trees became fine detributs, flying in all directions with the frenzied spiritual current.

Thunder light and sword intent rushed towards the top of He Miaomiao's head, trying to break the suction of the little Qiankun bottle with one blow, and by the way, she was seriously injured in the suppressive sword intent, and it would be much easier to solve it again.

The power contained in this sword made Hanguang tremble for a moment, and the little Qiankun bottle tried its best to absorb it, and the pressure was only reduced by two or three percent.

He Miaomiao calmed her mind, simply put away the short sword, put away the small Qiankun bottle, and at the moment when the male cultivator landed, he sacrificed an incomparably hot fire.

The yellow flame was bright and blinding, like the scorching sun at noon. The moment it appeared in mid-air, the flames suddenly grew larger, turning into a half-human-sized Vermilion Bird, and its wings spread out and pounced into the thunder without hesitation!

Boom Boom Boom –

Thunder light, strange fire, and sword intent are all violent forces, and under the entanglement of the three parties, they explode into heavy air currents, and a radius of ten miles suddenly becomes a place of death!

The aura was rioting, countless deep marks cracked on the ground, and in the flying dust and yellow sand, you could especially see the fierce entanglement of red and purple in the air.

At the same time as He Miaomiao sacrificed the strange fire, he had already flown back ten miles away, and took advantage of the moment when the male cultivator was shocked by the Vermilion Bird and lost his mind, his divine sense grabbed the green silkworm array flag, and the twenty-four spiritual lights flashed, and they all sank into the ground.

The third-order anti-yang and yin trapped killing array suddenly isolated the male cultivator, and his connection with the sword was greatly reduced, no matter how he moved, it seemed that he was separated by a thick barrier, and he could no longer exert his full strength.

Thunder belongs to the extreme yang, even if it is not noon now, the anti-yang and yin can be exerted to the extreme, and the male cultivator only felt that the yin and cold filled the entire formation, and the silk drilled into his body, making him feel as if he was frozen inside and outside.

This kind of cold is worse than cold, like a piece of thin knife like a cicada's wings, made of immortal Xuan Ice, scraping a breath in the meridians and even the dantian. He tried his best to use his spiritual power, and the more the thunder spirit was released, the more this yin cold became wanton and domineering.

He couldn't help but tremble and raised his eyes to look out of the array, the red light in the air had already gained the upper hand, and the finch fire rushed towards the long sword with a long tail, swallowing the last few rays of thunder into his abdomen, but the long sword was burned to ashes in a few breaths.

The natal sword that was connected to the heart was destroyed, and the male cultivator Jin Dan suddenly cracked, the turbid blood in his mouth gushed out, and all the strength of his body was drained. He could only let the overbearing cold qi burrow into the cracked golden pill, gradually making his whole body unconscious, and his consciousness sank and became lifeless.

He Miaomiao withdrew the array flag, and by the way, he ripped off the male cultivator's fingers, revealing the prototype storage ring. At the same time, the strange fire swooped down from the sky, becoming smaller and smaller, and finally turned into a finger-sized spiritual light, submerged into the golden finch pattern.

The movement in this battle was too big, so in order not to provoke people to investigate, she quickly took out the Vermilion Bird Boat, quickly injected the last three percent of spiritual power, and flew away towards the north.

There are many small lakes in the Sage Forest, and the surrounding water is extremely spiritual, and the shore is densely covered with vegetation, which is a good place to recuperate and recuperate.

When He Miaomiao's spiritual power was about to run out, he finally found a secret foothold, lowered the spirit boat and threw out two array plates, and sat in it to quickly absorb the spiritual energy from the outside world.

When the spiritual power was restored to its peak, it was already dark outside, and there was a sound of demon beasts foraging in the forest.

There are very few things in it, Jian Xiu believes in breaking ten thousand laws with one sword, and does not like to use external objects, thinking that all assistance is chicken ribs. It is because the male cultivator has no array flags, no runes, no runes, and even pills are only the most basic.

There are 20 high-grade spirit stones, 6,000 medium-grade, and 5,000 lower-grade. In addition, there was only a more formal-looking sect disciple uniform, an ordinary third-order defensive suit, and a dark square identity token.

"Taiyi Sect ......" He Miaomiao glanced at the token, with the name of the sect written on one side and the "Inner Gate Absolute Dust Peak" written on the other.

She knew that the inner disciples of the sect would enter the breath and essence blood imprint in the identity token, and the sect would know when they fell when they practiced outside.

did not avoid someone from tracking across the border, He Miaomiao took out the token at the same time, and sacrificed a strange fire to wrap it in a fire and burn it into ashes.