Six hundred and ninetieth chapters voice transmission thousands of miles
Murong Xi lost four brothers in an instant. He felt so uncomfortable that he almost wanted to fight with the black and white elders immediately, but because he had not gained any advantage, he had to suppress the grief and anger in his heart.
Originally, Murong Xi thought that with the immediate self-destruction of the four cultivators in the early stages of integration, one of the opponents could be seriously injured, but the result was far from what he thought.
The old man in black robe screamed angrily in the high air. The Blood Demon Sword in his hand trembled and pointed at Murong Xi, yelling: "Despicable guys, if you dare to use your soul to self-destruct to trick me, I will never let you go."
These guys!"
Long Ao sighed helplessly in his heart. Murong Xi's move was cruel enough, but it was a pity that the opponent was an immortal cultivator in the Tribulation Stage. Otherwise, if he was an immortal cultivator in the Fusion Stage, he would have been seriously injured by Yin Cheng.
As a result, under the caution of the old man in black robe, Murong Xi and others did not have any advantage. What's more, there was an old woman who was in the early stage of the tribulation. It seemed that even if everyone died in battle, they would not be able to save themselves.
This was the first time that Long Ao encountered such a humiliating thing. He was restrained and then watched his brothers sacrifice themselves one by one to save him. This feeling was undoubtedly the most uncomfortable.
If possible, Long Ao would rather the person who died just now was himself.
When Murong Xi saw that the old man in black robe had been injured, he felt fierce in his heart. He made a pre-arranged gesture to everyone, and rushed up the mountain to face the old man in black robe directly.
The remaining people moved slowly in the direction of Long Ao at the same time, with cautious expressions on their faces. This made the old woman nervous, worried that these people would collectively self-destruct. These were six people, and the power of self-destruction together would be great.
You might injure yourself.
Murong Xi glared at the black-robed old man without fear, and said coldly: "If you don't let Young Master Long go today, you won't be able to live well!"
"Haha, just for you, you are not qualified to say this. Go back and practice for hundreds of years before you say this! However, if I let you go today, it is not my style. Now, I will let you know what
It’s called heaven and earth!”
As soon as the black-robed old man finished speaking, his body began to teleport violently. Even if his cultivation in the early stage of transcending the tribulation was only in the late stage of integration, he could teleport much faster than a cultivator in the late stage of integration.
There is another reason. The old man in black robe is a sword cultivator, so even though he has lost more than half of his spiritual power, his absolute strength is still much stronger than Murong Xi who has just entered the late stage of integration.
"kill!"
Murong Xi didn't want to self-destruct yet, so he had to fight with the opponent first, looking for the best opportunity to use his soul to self-destruct and severely injure the opponent.
The old man in black robe also had a trace of suspicion on his face, so after teleporting, he did not attack Murong Xi at close range, but used sword energy to attack from a distance.
Murong Xi secretly cursed the old man in black robes for being cunning and could only avoid his sword attacks as much as possible. However, due to the strength gap between the two sides, the effect of avoiding was to make him completely passive.
"I'll just attack from a distance. It depends on how your soul self-destructs. Even if your soul self-destructs, it won't cause much damage to me!"
The old man in black robe secretly thought to himself that the sword energy emitted by the flying sword was far beyond what a cultivator in the integration stage could bear. If half of the spiritual power had not been consumed just now, the old man in black robe would even be sure to kill the opponent instantly.
The distance was too far, even if the spirit self-destructed, it would not be able to severely damage the black-robed old man. Murong Xi was a little angry and struggled to resist the sword energy emitted by the black-robed old man.
Three swords defused one sword, but he was knocked back dozens of feet, and his body was injured by the remaining sword energy of the opponent. This shocked Murong Xi. As a result, the possibility of seriously injuring the opponent gradually approached zero.
.
"Haha, if you can be my three swordsman, I will obey you."
After one sword strike, Murong Xi was already injured, and the old man in black robe had already issued a second sword. This was the power of swordsmanship in the early stage of transcending the tribulation. Even if Murong Xi tried his best and was not killed instantly, how could he possibly hurt the opponent.
Murong Xi had no choice but to take the second sword forcefully. He felt that the sword energy was so powerful that when he blocked it with the first sword, he felt his chest and abdomen shake.
Before the attack of this sword was resolved, the opponent's third sword had already arrived. As a result, the pressure that Mo Rongxi endured had reached the limit. He forcefully swung several swords and just blocked the opponent's second sword.
Murong Xi had no time to mobilize his sword energy to resist the power of the third sword. He could only use his spiritual power on his armor, and a shield-shaped magic weapon appeared quickly in his hand.
boom!
The third sword energy from the black-robed old man hit the shield, causing a violent explosion. The shield was blown up instantly, and the remaining sword energy struck Murong Xi's abdomen.
"ah!"
Murong Xi only had time to let out a scream, and then he felt that the armor on his body was cut open like a watermelon by a knife, and a stream of blood spattered out of his body. The sword energy acted on his body and flew back uncontrollably.
"Three swords, it only takes three swords to severely damage you!"
The black-robed old man snorted coldly, watching Murong Xi's body fly out like a piece of lint. He was very satisfied and did not chase after him, but quietly waited for Murong Xi to fall to the ground.
At this moment, Murong Xi finally understood the power of cultivators in the Tribulation Stage, and even if he wanted to self-destruct his soul, it was far from that simple. Perhaps, he could only understand his own life.
Xuan Lingyue watched sadly as Murong Xi fell from the air, while Long Ao had already been lifted into the sky by the old woman. It was a bad day for her side tonight. If she wanted to save Long Ao, not only would it be impossible, but she would end up doing everything for it.
Lost his life.
Chi You watched Murong Xi's battle anxiously, and when Murong Xi fell to the ground, he caught him in the air.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Long, I can't save him!"
Murong Xi gasped and said, a huge wound was formed from his neck to his chest, blood almost splashed all over the ground in the air, and the armor on his body had already been damaged.
"You must die too!"
Seeing that Murong Xi was seriously injured, the black-robed old man immediately flew to the sky above Xuan Lingyue and others, preparing to carry out a long-range attack while maintaining a certain distance.
"No! No!"
Long Ao knew that Xuan Lingyue and the others might not even be able to block a sword. He could only watch them die, and how could he not feel sad and angry in his heart.
"stop!"
A voice like an oriole came from thousands of miles away. Although it was so far away, it was clearly transmitted into the ears of the old man in black robes.