Just as Nie Tian was about to kill Yin Zhiwei, there was a sudden change. A black-robed figure appeared on the holographic projection, stabbing towards Kang Shibo with a murderous sword.
The black-robed figure's concealment technique was very high, and Liu Haoyu, Xiao Yun, and the others did not notice him.
Moreover, this person was very strong, and even if Liu Haoyu and the others noticed him, they might not be able to save Kang Shibo.
At the critical moment, Nie Tian directly gave up on Yin Zhiwei, and his figure flashed as he punched towards the sky.
Although Nie Tian really wanted to kill Yin Zhiwei, Kang Shibo's life was clearly more important.
Not to mention that Nie Tian had already promised the Crimson Flame Demonic Palace that he would definitely protect Kang Shibo's safety, just based on Kang Shibo's talent in swordsmanship alone, Nie Tian could not bear to see him die so tragically.
Nie Tian's figure moved, and the giant crimson golden dragon that was surging towards Yin Zhiwei immediately turned and roared into the sky.
The giant dragon formed by the condensation of Dual Meridians was unimaginably strong, and even the void could not withstand the terrifying pressure, as if it would split at any time.
"You cowardly scoundrel, come out!" Nie Tian let out a deep roar, and the power of thunder and the power of the blazing sun burst out of the Crimson Golden Dragon, condensing into countless giant flaming lightning bolts that rushed out like long snakes, surging fiercely.
"Hmm?" In the next moment, a surprised voice sounded in the sky, followed by a dull thud. A black-robed figure appeared in the void, and was actually forced to retreat by the mighty dragon's might. His figure trembled, and finally, he was directly sent flying.
Liu Haoyu and the others were stunned, and when they looked up, they actually saw a black-robed figure in a bloody mess.
Everyone was shocked, not knowing when this black-robed figure had approached them.
Fortunately, Nie Tian had acted in time, or the consequences would have been unimaginable.
"How is this possible?" The black-robed figure was astonished, and his eyes were filled with great shock, unable to believe the scene before him.
He had wanted to kill Kang Shibo and the others while Nie Tian and Yin Zhiwei were fighting, but he had never imagined that Nie Tian would be able to detect his presence.
This was the Forbidden Area of Infinite Wasteland, where there was the suppression of the sword formation. Ordinary swordsmen's perception was greatly suppressed, and even if they were within a hundred meters, they might not be able to detect it. He and Nie Tian were thousands of meters apart, but the latter was able to detect his presence the moment he attacked. It was really strange!
"You're from the Heaven Wasteland Hall?" Nie Tian stood on the golden-red dragon with disdain in his eyes, as if a dragon god had descended to the world.
He had guessed correctly. The black-clothed martial artist in front of him was from the Heaven Desolate Palace, one of the Thirteen Swords of Heaven Desolate!
"Hmm?" The black-clothed cultivator's gaze sank slightly as fear flashed in his eyes. He had not expected Nie Tian to be able to guess this.
"Looks like my guess is correct." Nie Tian smiled faintly as he looked down at Yin Zhiwei and bellowed, "Yin Zhiwei, are you still not going to scram?"
Yin Zhiwei suddenly reacted as if he had just woken up from a dream. His gaze trembled for a moment, but he did not say a word and left with a flash.
He had obviously been frightened by what had just happened. If not for Nie Tian's sudden change of target, he would definitely be dead.
"The mad dog has left. It's time to kill the mouse." After confirming that Yin Zhiwei had left, Nie Tian's cold gaze locked onto the black-clothed cultivator with a murderous intent.
He had scared Yin Zhiwei away because he did not want the latter to get in the way.
"Kid, you're too arrogant." The black-clothed cultivator's gaze trembled. Nie Tian did not take him seriously at all, which greatly infuriated him.
With a low roar, a black longsword appeared in the black-clothed cultivator's hand. The shape was extremely strange, like a curved snake, and it emitted a sinister aura.
"Humph!" Nie Tian swept his gaze across the black-clothed cultivator with a disdainful face.
"Die for me!" The black-clothed cultivator felt Nie Tian's disdain and became even more enraged. The black longsword pierced out diagonally, and a whistling sound rang out in the air. After which, a long black snake appeared. It was actually condensed from Sword Will and was thousands of meters long. It opened its bloody mouth and rushed towards Nie Tian crazily.
"Want to escape?" Nie Tian smiled Cold. The black-clothed cultivator was not stupid. This sword was just a feint. His silhouette flickered at the same time, wanting to escape.
The anger he had shown earlier was just a facade. He wanted to confuse Nie Tian.
If it was anyone else, they would definitely fall for it. Unfortunately, the person he was facing was Nie Tian!
Nie Tian's gaze darkened. He flapped his wings and the huge dragon beneath his feet disappeared. His silhouette was like lightning, directly bypassing the long black snake and appearing not far behind the black-clothed cultivator.
"Holographic Imprisonment, activate!" In the blink of an eye, Nie Tian's divine sense moved. A terrifying spiritual deterrence appeared and an invisible holographic divine rune condensed into a spiritual net, enveloping the black-clothed cultivator.
"Hmm?" The black-clothed cultivator felt his divine sense tremble and exclaimed in surprise. In the next moment, his expression became sluggish.
"Die!" Nie Tian flapped his wings and a sharp starlight blade whistled past, directly piercing the black-clothed cultivator's chest. The latter did not even have the time to scream and died on the spot. His figure fell to the ground.
Everything happened in the blink of an eye. Liu Haoyu and the others did not even have the time to react.
Nie Tian's figure descended and raised his palm. A sensing compass appeared in his hand.
"Heaven Wasteland Palace, you have indeed done something. You actually want to kill all the swordsmen in the Sword Dao competition!" Nie Tian's gaze swept across the sensing compass and saw countless light spots moving. He immediately understood. Anger burned in his eyes and his body slightly trembled.
The sensing compass confirmed his conjecture. The Heaven Wasteland Palace arranged killing swords in Heaven Wasteland's forbidden region!
The black-clothed swordsman who was killed in front of him was just one of the countless killing swords. No idea how many more such people there were in Heaven Wasteland's forbidden region.
"Mr. Nie, are you alright?" Liu Haoyu and the rest surrounded, looking at Nie Tian in shock.
"I'm fine. Let's leave first!" Nie Tian took a look and sensed that there were several scarlet light spots currently sprinting over. Hence, he did not dare to delay and left right away.
The seven people's figures were very fast, vanishing without a trace in a twinkle.
After a moment, three black-clothed figures arrived in the air and landed beside the corpse on the ground.
"Thirteenth Brother!" The three people roared at the same time when they saw the corpse on the ground. Violent rage erupted like a snowy mountain, the surrounding space started trembling.
The black-clothed swordsman killed by Nie Tian was precisely Desolate Thirteen of the Heaven Wasteland Thirteen Swords, the weakest one among the Thirteen Swords.
Even the weakest one had the strength of a Sixth Level Heavenly Emperor, sufficient to annihilate most of the swordsmen in Heaven Wasteland's forbidden region. Unfortunately, he was unlucky and encountered Nie Tian.
Standing beside Desolate Thirteen were Desolate Ten, Desolate Eleven, and Desolate Twelve. The four of them were a team. But now, someone died. How could they not be furious?
The Heaven Wasteland Thirteen Swords grew up together. Although they were not biological brothers, their relationship was closer than blood.
Thirteenth Brother being killed, the grief in the hearts of the other three could be imagined.
"Tenth Brother, what should we do?" Desolate Twelve panted heavily, clearly furious to the extreme as he asked solemnly.
"Revenge!" Desolate Ten's expression was extremely grim as he squeezed out two words from between his teeth and said, "Thirteenth Brother, no matter who killed you, I must make him pay the price in blood!"
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