Seeing the dense swarm of ants, the blue-robed middle-aged man couldn't help but curse in his heart. Having a magic tool wasn't a big deal. After all, many Foundation Establishment cultivators would also give their most promising children powerful weapons to protect themselves in case of accidents. Not only did he have a magic tool, but he was also an insect cultivator. Moreover, he even raised a peak third-rank leopard spirit beast. He had never seen an Aura Refining cultivator with such terrifying strength.
"Die!" When the hook-nosed old man saw Lu Xiaotian release spirit insects and spirit beasts one after another to stall his two sworn brothers, he couldn't help but be shocked and angry. He manipulated the sword formation to launch an even sharper attack. He wanted to deal with Lu Xiaotian in a short time. Otherwise, the situation would be extremely unfavorable for him.
Now that he was trapped in the sword formation, if he didn't break this sword formation, he wouldn't be able to escape. Lu Xiaotian calmed down. Facing the spirit swords coming from four directions, Lu Xiaotian only had time to pull out three whips. One of the spirit swords didn't even have time to parry. It flashed past his waist like lightning.
The hook-nosed old man's face lit up, but his smile quickly froze on his face. He saw that Lu Xiaotian's wound exposed a silk spirit armor. His spirit sword had only left a shallow cut on it.
"Best quality defensive spirit armor!" The hook-nosed old man spat out these words angrily. If it weren't for this spirit armor, Lu Xiaotian would've been seriously injured, if not dead.
Although the Ice Silk Armor blocked the spirit swords from cutting into his body, the force of the opponent's spirit swords was completely on his body. Even if a part of it was cushioned, it still shook him to the point of wanting to vomit blood. The hook-nosed old man's sword formation was incomparably sharp. This was the first time he had been forced into such a difficult situation. If it weren't for this spirit armor, he would've been killed by the hook-nosed old man even if he had the Demon Binding Rope in hand.
If he had known earlier, he would've brought the small black sword with him. Although the hook-nosed old man's sword formation was powerful, it definitely couldn't withstand the attacks of two magic tools at the same time. He used to think that only magic tools could block the attacks of magic tools. It seemed that he was a frog in a well.
However, Lu Xiaotian didn't have the time to regret. The hook-nosed old man's sword array attacks were getting faster and faster. The four spiritual swords attacked from different angles. Sometimes they attacked together, sometimes they attacked in succession. Lu Xiaotian tried his best, but he could only block three of the swords. In the blink of an eye, the fierce battle lasted for the time it took for an incense stick to burn. He had already been hit by four or five swords, and the Ice Silk Armor on his body had also been slashed a couple of times. Lu Xiaotian took out a mid-grade spirit stone from the enchantment. Although the mid-grade spirit stone was very precious, he couldn't care less about it at this moment.
"Roar …" The leopard sensed that Lu Xiaotian was in danger and became unusually irritable. It launched a series of fierce attacks at the coarse and short man. However, the coarse and short man was also quite capable. The leopard was eager to attack, so two bloody wounds appeared on its body. As for the other battlefield, although there were hundreds of shadow ants, which were enough to pose a fatal threat to some cultivators who had completed the Qi Refinement Realm, they didn't show much lethality due to the lack of command. However, they were barely able to stall the middle-aged man in green.
He was secretly anxious. Of course, he still had a backup plan that could turn the situation around. However, they were all prepared for the Forbidden Blood-red Lands. They were about to enter the Forbidden Blood-red Lands, so there was no time to replenish them.
Bam! The Demon Binding Rope once again hit one of the leading spiritual swords. Suddenly, the light that formed the four spiritual swords dimmed a little, and their power decreased by a lot. Lu Xiaotian was startled at first, but then he was overjoyed. It seemed that even if the four spiritual swords formed the sword array were several times more durable than a single spiritual sword, there was still a limit. After dozens of attacks with the Demon Binding Rope, it finally couldn't take it anymore.
The murderous aura of the sword array suddenly weakened. The hook-nosed old man was also shocked. He had never fought with a cultivator who had a magic weapon before. Now that he was fighting fiercely with Lu Xiaotian, he had the upper hand at first. Coupled with his greed for the magic weapon, he wanted to kill Lu Xiaotian.
When the flying swords of the Minor Sword Array of Four Symbols attacked, the attack on one spiritual sword could be spread to the other spiritual swords. That was why these flying swords could last for so long. However, even so, there was still an insurmountable gap between a spiritual weapon and a magic weapon. Moreover, he had heard that magic weapons consumed a lot of magic power.
However, when he saw Lu Xiaotian take out a middle-grade spiritual stone, he couldn't help but curse in his heart. He didn't know how many trump cards this young man in front of him had. Although Lu Xiaotian's spiritual armor was broken, it would take at least a few more attacks to completely destroy it. At this time, the Minor Sword Array of Four Symbols that he relied on the most couldn't hold on anymore. At this time, his two sworn brothers were still entangled with the leopard and the shadow ants. The hook-nosed old man was full of regret. If he had known this would happen, he wouldn't have had any ideas about this young cultivator. Now, even his four top-grade spiritual swords had suffered a lot of damage. It was really like trying to steal a chicken only to end up losing the rice used to lure it.
However, the hook-nosed old man was also quite capable. When he saw that there was no hope for victory and that the other party would turn the tables, he immediately shouted, "Third Brother, Fourth Brother! This brat is too powerful. Let's go! "
"You think you can leave?" Lu Xiaotian angrily snorted. He could clearly see that the other party's sword array had weakened from strong to weak. How could he let this old man leave as he wished? He shook his wrist, and the Demon Binding Rope turned into several afterimages in the air, lashing at the spiritual swords one after another.
With a slight sound, a small crack appeared on the body of one of the spiritual swords.
The hook-nosed old man turned pale with fright and shouted, "This old man will fight you to the death!"
Although he said so, he quickly retreated, not even caring about these heavily damaged spiritual swords. The blue-robed middle-aged man and the coarse short man looked frightened. However, they were entangled with the leopard and the ant swarm and couldn't get away for a while.
Lu Xiaotian's heart calmed down, and the Demon Binding Rope lashed out again.
Kacha, the four spiritual swords couldn't hold on any longer. Like mirrors, they scattered into countless fragments and fell from the sky.
It was too late for them to escape now. Lu Xiaotian threw out his hand, and the Demon Binding Rope left his hand. In the blink of an eye, it caught up with the hook-nosed old man. The hook-nosed old man was shocked. He took out a spiritual saber from his storage bag and slashed at it continuously. However, without the sword array, an ordinary spiritual weapon was no match for the Demon Binding Rope.
"Bind!" Lu Xiaotian shouted coldly. The Demon Binding Rope pulled away the spirit saber of the hook-nosed old man with two swings, and the long rope wrapped around the hook-nosed old man. The Demon Binding Rope was made of a mixture of ice silk and Blood-devouring Vines. There were also many spiritual items mixed in. The thin silk from the Blood-devouring Vines had fine spikes that could suck blood. It was extremely domineering. Once it wrapped around the hook-nosed old man, the spikes pierced his skin.
"Third Brother, Fourth Brother, save me!" The hook-nosed old man cried out in fear. However, just as he spoke, the old man screamed again and again. His whole body was shriveling at a speed visible to the naked eye. The Demon Binding Rope that had sucked blood and flesh seemed to have a trace of blood-red color.
Lu Xiaotian frowned. The Demon Binding Rope was actually so domineering.
"Big Brother!" The blue-robed middle-aged man and the coarse short man cried out in grief. They no longer had the will to fight and turned to escape. However, they were caught by the leopard and the shadow ants.
Lu Xiaotian reached out and sucked the hook-nosed old man's storage bag over. At the same time, he threw out dozens of wind blades. The two, who had no time to be distracted, were cut into several pieces.
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