"Who are you? How dare you stand in my way!" The Black-Robed Emissary left the manor in the wilderness and walked quickly toward a deserted path. However, there was a young scholar with a sallow complexion on the path.
"Hand over the storage bag that the woman gave you, and we will be safe," Lu Xiaotian said calmly.
"Strange things happen every year, especially this year. I'd like to see what you can do." The Black-Robed Emissary shouted angrily. Dozens of black tentacles rushed toward Lu Xiaotian. On each tentacle, there were several small mouths full of sharp teeth. At this moment, the small mouths were open, as if they were ready to bite the enemy.
Although the Black-Robed Emissary's attack was extraordinary, Lu Xiaotian was relieved. When an expert attacked, he would know whether he was a real expert or not. The Black-Robed Emissary was definitely not a Great Practitioner or a Grand Demon. As long as he was not in this realm, it was possible.
"It's completely different from the aura of a Demonic Practitioner I've seen. It's also not human. Since you don't want to hand it over, let me tear off your mask and see what kind of monster you are." Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. He put his palms together and eight Flying Swords floated out.
They were the Ethereal Flying Swords. Whoosh! Whoosh!
The Ethereal Flying Swords collided with the Black-Robed Emissary's dozens of black tentacles.
The Black-Robed Emissary's black tentacles were extremely sharp. It was unknown what they were made of, but they could block the sharpness of the Flying Swords.
"What a powerful sword formation. You'd better stop now. Otherwise, if you hurt me, even if you have the ability to reach the heavens, you won't be able to escape the pursuit of the forces behind me!"
The Black-Robed Emissary's dozens of tentacles danced so tightly that it was difficult to see them with the naked eye. However, the more he fought, the more frightened he became. It seemed that he was not at a disadvantage, but in fact, he knew that he was in trouble. After fighting with the Flying Swords, he did not know what the Flying Swords were made of. They were elegant and sharp. Moreover, the Sword Momentum was continuous and there was almost no gap to be found.
"Noisy!" Lu Xiaotian shouted coldly and put his hands together. The eight Ethereal Flying Swords that besieged the Black-Robed Emissary trembled and merged into one in a flash. They turned into a transparent ball of light with a small sword in it.
The small sword in the transparent ball of light seemed to have a life of its own as it breathed in and out.
"Go!" Lu Xiaotian's fingers formed a sword seal as he shouted.
The small sword in the transparent ball of light was suspended in the air. Before Lu Xiaotian's voice had died away, it had already closed in on the Black-Robed Emissary.
"So fast!" The Black-Robed Emissary was startled. The black tentacles on his back flapped like iron whips.
"Puff!" There was the sound of a sharp weapon piercing into the body. The black-robed Emissary screamed several times. The small sword in the transparent light ball flashed a few times. Four or five black tentacles, which had been in a stalemate with the Ethereal Flying Sword, were cut off in an instant. The broken black tentacle fell to the ground. It seemed that it had not lost its vitality yet. Like the tentacles of an octopus, it was still wriggling.
The Black-Robed Emissary looked at the small sword in the transparent light ball with a frightened expression. He turned around and fled. At the same time, his body exploded into a large cloud of black smoke that was difficult to see with the naked eye.
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. Even with the naked eye, it was difficult to see with the naked eye. However, his opponent's tentacles had been cut off by him just now. There was some Sword Qi on them that the opponent had not had time to clean off. For a Nascent Soul Realm practitioner, under many circumstances, he could determine the specific location of his opponent without even looking with the naked eye.
The small sword in the transparent light ball flashed and disappeared into the black smoke.
There was another scream from inside. Lu Xiaotian stretched out his sleeve and pointed. The black smoke lost control and was blown away by the wind from Lu Xiaotian's sleeve. A Demonic Ghost with a human head and an octopus body, about ten feet long, fell from inside. Except for a few tentacles that had been cut off, the rest lay limply on the ground. There was a fist-sized sword hole in its head. It was caused by the fatal sword strike just now.
"Buzz!" The small sword in the transparent light ball trembled and turned into eight Flying Swords again.
Lu Xiaotian's face turned pale. The small sword in the transparent light ball was the result of his continuous practice in refining the sword embryo over the past six months. He had condensed the sword embryo in a short period of time.
He could kill the Black-Robed Emissary with the Misty Sword Formation, but it would take a long time. The opponent's identity was mysterious. It was obvious that he had a powerful organization behind him. Lu Xiaotian did not want to get into trouble, so he forced the eight Flying Swords into one and used the sword embryo to fight the enemy.
In fact, Lu Xiaotian was quite satisfied with the power of the sword embryo. Of course, the price was not small. Lu Xiaotian felt that half of the Dharma power in his body had been taken away by the sword. If he used the sword formation to kill the Black-Robed Emissary, it would take a longer time, but the Dharma power consumption would not be more than ten to twenty percent. In the process of killing the enemy, he could also recover part of his Dharma power.
Although the power of the sword embryo was great, the Dharma power recovery was far less than the consumption. If it was not necessary, Lu Xiaotian was not willing to use this method. As a Nascent Soul Stage practitioner, it was extremely dangerous to consume too much Dharma power in an environment that was not particularly safe.
"Hmm?" Lu Xiaotian was slightly relaxed when he suddenly felt a slight fluctuation of Dharma power. Under the moonlight, a slender figure suddenly appeared in the void. She reached out to grab the strange corpse of the Black-Robed Emissary.
"It's that mysterious concealment body movement again." Lu Xiaotian's pupils shrank. Naturally, he knew who the person was.
"If you want to be the oriole behind, you have to see if you have the ability to do so."
Lu Xiaotian snorted coldly. His body disappeared. When he reappeared, he was already in front of the opponent. With a sweep of his hand, he put away the corpse of the Black-Robed Emissary.
"I didn't expect you to chase me from the Secret Realm to the Xiang Country. You even learned the Teleportation Spell. Your strength is much better than before. " The slender figure appeared. It was Yuchi Yu, who had been tortured to death by the Black-Robed Emissary using the Devil Star and had left. The opponent's face was gloomy. Her gloomy eyes swept over Lu Xiaotian's body.
"Your concealment Dharma Access is indeed unique. I didn't expect you to have the guts to come back after leaving. "
Lu Xiaotian said with a smile. His expression was relaxed, but his Divine Sense was quietly released. He was fully alert. On the surface, he looked relaxed, but in his heart, he thought that it was a close call. If he had not solved the secret of the Instant Mirror by chance and learned the Teleportation Spell, Just now, he was afraid that the opponent had succeeded. Even if he used the Purple Night Fire Escape Technique, it would not be as fast as the Teleportation Spell.
Lu Xiaotian suddenly realized that the other party might have already discovered his whereabouts. Otherwise, why would they use such a method to conceal themselves and come here? She wanted to take advantage of the battle between him and the Black-Robed Emissary.
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