Chapter 1304 The true cultivation of Miaobi Scholar and the true appearance of the visitor
At this moment, Scholar Miaobi could no longer think about what Su Twelve had in mind, let alone criticizing Su Twelve for diverting misfortune.
The speed of the sword light was as fast as a thunderous dragon. Su Twelve's sudden dodge was tantamount to selling him out.
There is no time or space left for him to dodge now.
Facing a sword light offensive and simply resisting a sword attack are completely different things.
If you don't handle it carefully, your life may be in danger.
"The power of Hanmo!"
With a loud shout, Scholar Miaobi broke away from his cross-sitting posture, swept away the seriously injured posture just now, and the aura around his body rose sharply.
In the blink of an eye, the level of cultivation displayed climbed from the early Yuanying stage to the late Yuanying stage.
He fixed his gaze on the sword light in front of him, and the brush in his hand danced rapidly.
For a moment, the brush was waving in his hand, like pen and ink.
Little bits of thick ink are swaying, spreading in the air, and in a blink of an eye, they are intertwined and condensed to form a space of ink.
Peiran's true energy surged, pulling the thick ink all over the sky, condensing into a long black stream, and facing the incoming sword light.
The sky-blue sword light should not be underestimated, but wrapped in the long ink flow, it was like a stone cow entering the sea.
After a few brief breaths, the thick ink in the air faded away, and the sky-blue sword light also disappeared without a trace.
Ten miles away, Su Twelve steadied himself in mid-air, turned around and looked at the scene in front of him.
There was no hint of joy in his heart, but... he was just extremely solemn.
"Late Nascent Soul stage? No wonder...no wonder this guy Ruoyouruowu has brought me invisible pressure far beyond that of that old monster Huang. I had already guessed that he was hiding his clumsiness, but I didn't expect that he hid so much."
"This person is so deliberate that he doesn't hesitate to hide his cultivation level and get close to Senior Sister Luoyan. It seems that... his plan is not small!"
Su Twelve immediately became more vigilant as his thoughts changed rapidly.
Now that the other party's true cultivation level has been exposed, how he will react next... has become a key concern for him.
Point of note.
At this moment, Su Twelve was mentally prepared to fight the two of them at the same time.
At this time, clouds and fog were billowing high in the sky.
"There's another ant?!"
The mysterious visitor had a condescending voice and an indifferent voice, and looked at the scholar with a look full of contempt and disdain.
As soon as he finished speaking, sky fire and icy air currents appeared at the same time.
Dozens of sword lights emerged, half cold and half hot. Each sword light was no weaker than the sword blocked by the Miaobi Scholar.
The sword light crisscrossed in the air, penetrated the clouds and mist, drew long tails, then swooped down, heading straight towards the scholar with a wonderful pen.
Damn it!
This guy is crazy, why are you just coming after me?
Scholar Miaobi complained secretly. At this moment, his true cultivation level was exposed, and he considered himself to be quite strong. However, facing such an offensive, he also felt great pressure and death threats.
He was determined to evacuate and pass on the pressure to Su Twelve.
But in this round of offensive, the sword light was flying at a speed that was more than twice as fast as before, and it even descended in an enveloping manner, blocking the way forward and retreating.
Apart from accepting the call, Miaobi Scholar has no other choice.
"Flowing clouds and flowing water!"
With a loud shout, Miaobi Scholar made a prompt decision and waved the brush in his hand with great agility.
Thick ink splashed and scattered all over the body. After the droplets of thick ink spread, they mobilized the power of heaven and earth to form a scene of clouds, mist and water flow.
After the ice and fire river light rushed to the thousand-foot range around Miaobi Scholar, it was like entering a quagmire, and its speed suddenly slowed down greatly.
However, the power of this attack was beyond imagination, not to mention facing so many sword-light attacks at the same time.
Scholar Miaobi tried his best, but could not dispel the power of the sword light.
Seeing the light of Dawson's cold sword still approaching, Miaobi Scholar's eyes quickly moved.
Then he quickly raised his voice and shouted to Su Twelve: "Fellow Daoist Han, this person has been temporarily held back by An. Now is the time to take action."
"This person has such amazing strength at the early stage of Nascent Soul stage and cannot be underestimated! If we delay it, we will all die in his hands today!"
As soon as he opened his mouth, Miaobi Scholar directly explained the pros and cons, and there was no trace of blame in his words.
Su Twelve rolled his eyes and did not answer, but his figure soared into the sky and leaped high into the sky.
He could see that Scholar Miaobi was in a difficult situation.
It is clearer that what the other party said is true.
Once Scholar Miaobi is defeated, it will not be easy for him to deal with this mysterious visitor on his own.
Regardless of whether the Miaobi Scholar is good or evil, in this situation, joining forces is the best way to break it.
Standing thousands of feet high in the sky, Su Twelve crossed his hands and flicked his fingers.
In the blink of an eye, the sword technique was activated.
Immediately, another second-grade magic weapon flying sword beside him shot out of the air, rolled up a hundred feet of sword light, and headed straight for the mysterious person in the air.
At the same time as the sword moved, Su Twelve squinted his eyes slightly, and in the sea of consciousness, only the consciousness the size of a mud ball rotated rapidly.
The strands of spiritual consciousness that have been tempered to the extreme are rapidly condensing into shape, turning into a new flying sword of spiritual consciousness, ready to go.
The twelve people in Su are not stupid either.
What Miaobi Scholar calls delaying the other party does not exist at all.
The Miaobi scholar struggled to maintain himself, but the people coming from the air were completely at ease.
If you want to defeat the opponent, you still have to rely on Su Twelve himself.
through
The divine consciousness tempered by the God Tempering Art, coupled with the divine consciousness attack method ‘Divine Light Stab’, was Su Twelve’s trump card for a sneak attack.
With a flick of his finger, the new second-grade flying sword magic weapon, with a powerful sword light, rushed into the clouds and mist surrounding the mysterious person.
Even though I have prepared a back-up plan, there is no chance of a sneak attack without a powerful move to attract him.
Su Twelve also used his full strength to execute this sword.
It may not be as powerful as activating the Heavenly Sword Technique, but for any Nascent Soul Stage monk, it should not be underestimated.
The cold sword light swept across the majestic sword intent, causing the high-altitude clouds and fog to quickly recede, and the figure of the mysterious person gradually became clear.
"Oh? You are one of the few who can achieve this level of swordsmanship!"
As the indifferent and contemptuous voice sounded, the clouds and fog cleared, and the figure of the mysterious visitor was completely revealed.
But he saw that the man was dressed in blue, wearing combat boots, a war helmet, and a battle armor.
The azure combat boots exude icy air currents, allowing them to stay high in the sky without consuming too much real energy.
The battle armor covers the whole body, and is covered with level 4 monster dragon scales, and precise runes are drawn on each scale.
Every detail of the armor shows the superb casting techniques.
Under the sunlight, the dragon scales shine brightly, exuding mysterious and powerful power.
On the top of the helmet on the head is a sapphire, which also gives people a feeling of indestructibility.
There was a silver mask on his face, revealing only a pair of deep eyes, filled with a look of disdain and arrogance.
There was a broad sword in his hand, the sword's blade shimmering with cold blue light, exuding unparalleled killing intent.
Just the mere appearance of his body caused the airflow around him to fluctuate violently, giving Su Twelve an even more shocking and terrifying pressure.