He looked at the dense forest covered by pressure and airflow, and couldn't help but think deeply and murmured: "Fengjiu, who is it?" His sleeves were whirling, his white clothes were raising lightly, and he also went inside...

And deep in the dense forest, the more the four Nascent Soul Power fights Feng Jiu, the more frightened they are! Unlike their spiritual power consumption, the more they consume, the more courageous she is, the more she fights, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more she is, the more amazing her combat power is.

In particular, the ancient pressure released from her body completely slowed down their speed. Even though they were powerful Nascent Soul, they still felt involuntarily afraid of the ancient pressure.

After a battle, they were injured on many sides. The wounds injured by the Qingfeng Sword in her hand did not bleed because the Qingfeng Sword had flames. While the blood was oozing through their bodies, the blood had been burned by the flames and the extremely high temperature before it could even seep out, and it smelled burnt.

The four powerful Nascent Soul men were injured on their bodies and were in a mess. If they hadn't experienced it personally, no one would have believed that it was a young monk at the level of a great spirit master who forced them into this way and fought with her. They once again knew clearly the terror of the Xuanling Body. If the four of them were not all men, they would have taken her body and used her body to practice.

If someone from the outside world knew that she was the mysterious body, the person who took over the body would definitely rush in. Such a body would be the existence of a supreme immortal cultivator, a huge temptation that could not be refused. What a pity, what a pity...

"Swish! Boom!"

The Qingfeng sword light slashed through the air with a swaying sound, bringing a sharp bloodthirsty murderous intent. When the powerful airflow flew down, it splashed the airflow to both sides. The sword aura carried the ancient pressure and slashed down fiercely, and a loud bang hit one of the Nascent Soul cultivators.

The Nascent Soul cultivator was shocked. He blocked each other with the sword in his hand and injected his strong spiritual power into his body to block the murderous intent that was coming. However, with his Nascent Soul power, he was pushed back step by step under the powerful sword aura and ancient pressure. The powerful airflow in front of him made his facial features almost deformed, as if a sharp blade was shaving his skin, and even his eyes could not be opened.

"Clang! Bang!"

The sharp sword blocking in front of him was broken under the powerful sword aura. With a clanging sound, he was thrown into the sky and inserted into the ground. At this moment, he was shocked by the powerful ancient pressure. He felt that at the moment he was caught off guard, a loud bang fell on his chest, knocking him out. After falling out for several meters, he could not stop. Instead, he pulled a long trace on the ground.

No one heard that when the Nascent Soul monk was knocked out of the ancient pressure and fell to the ground, a puff sound came from his body, like a sharp blade piercing into his body. It was the half-splied sword inserted on the ground, and the dust and smoke on the ground were flying, and the air flow was roaring. No one noticed that the long trace pulled out by the Nascent Soul monk oozed out a little blood, and the figure was stiff and did not make any sound. He just stared at Feng Jiu, who was wearing a broken red dress, and could not rest in peace until he died...
Chapter completed!