"A part of the reason for the war with the Buddhist Sect was because of you. Since we can't choose another day, let's settle our grudges today." With the strength of Lu Xiaotian's nascent spirit, he could naturally sense that he was being suppressed by his opponent in terms of cultivation level, but his spatial abilities could alleviate this disadvantage to a certain extent.
Both he and the Primeval Swordfiend were far more powerful than the other cultivators in this realm. To a certain extent, both of them were at the pinnacle of this realm, and if they fought with all their might, they would cause turbulence in the space of this realm. After some time, Lu Xiaotian would be able to use the fluctuating spatial power.
Moreover, he had Xiang Qingcheng, Dongfang Yi, and the other cultivators by his side. The spatial power was endless, and the current situation was the most advantageous for Lu Xiaotian. Even though his encounter with the Primeval Swordfiend was rather sudden and he was not prepared, Lu Xiaotian would not let go of such a golden opportunity.
Xiang Qingcheng waved his hand, and a mighty sword river rushed toward the flying sword in the void. Even though the Primeval Swordfiend's attainments in the way of the sword had reached an unimaginable level, and even made Xiang Qingcheng feel inferior, Xiang Qingcheng's will to fight was not quenched. Immortal cultivators fought against the heavens, and would not easily yield to powerful enemies and difficulties. Even if he were to encounter an expert in the way of the sword like the Primeval Swordfiend, it would be a great opportunity for Xiang Qingcheng to fight him.
"Haha, I hate being backstabbed the most. You tricked me into that damned space for nearly a thousand years, and if I don't get my revenge, how can I become a demon lord?" The Heavenspan Demon Lord raised his hand, and several balls of demonic clouds gathered into a hammer that smashed toward the flying sword in the void.
The attacks of the Mahayana old monsters came one after another, and the flying sword in the void shattered like glass. However, a bad feeling arose in the minds of the Mahayana cultivators at the same time.
Before they could feel fear, a flying sword appeared out of thin air without warning and slashed toward the Heavenspan Demon Lord.
Heavenspan Fiend Sovereign was quite startled to see this. Never would he have thought that his group of Grand Ascension cultivators would still be unable to encircle the Primordial Sword Devil.
The Primeval Swordfiend was able to easily shake off the others' attacks and focus on him. He could not stop the Primeval Swordfiend with his own strength. If the others' help did not arrive in time, he would be seriously injured even if he did not die. If the other party attacked him one or two more times, it was very likely that he would die here before he could enjoy the good days after escaping from that damned space.
The Demon Monarch of Sky Reaching did not dare to compete with the Primitive Sword Demon. He did not seek to achieve anything, but to avoid any mistakes. He pushed his palms forward, creating a greenish-black barrier. The sword cut through like a knife cutting through mud. Although the progress was a little slow, it was enough to send a chill down Demon Monarch Sky-Reaching's spine.
Seeing that the greenish-black barrier was about to collapse, Demon Lord Skyreach was prepared to be injured. Suddenly, a figure appeared out of thin air and stood in front of Demon Lord Skyreach. With a slap of his hand, Demon Lord Skyreach's Blood Energy surged and repelled the sword.
At the same time, the three-headed and six-armed flaming man from the Demon-sealing Pagoda joined forces to attack. They did not give the Primeval Swordfiend a chance to catch his breath.
Demon Lord Skyreach secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that even if his original body had escaped, he had lost his greatest value to Lu Xiaotian. Even so, Demon Lord Skyreach still had no intention of abandoning him.
In Demon Lord Skyreach's opinion, although he had a way to sneak into the Immortal World with the help of the Celestial Boundary Stone, he could do so through the normal path of ascension with Lu Xiaotian's strength. This method of sneaking into the Immortal World did not mean much to Lu Xiaotian. Of course, perhaps Lu Xiaotian was cautious by nature and would save even the one in ten thousand chance for the future. But to Demon Lord Skyreach, no matter the reason, as long as Lu Xiaotian did not abandon him, the relationship between the two of them would be extremely stable.
The flying sword was infuriated after being blocked by Lu Xiaotian. After the sword edge was repelled, it was raised high again and transformed into a giant sword that reached the sky and slashed down. At the same time, it split into several sword lights and blocked the attacks of Xiang Qingcheng and Dongfang Yi.
Lu Xiaotian stretched out his hands. When he closed them again, a spatial vortex formed in his hands and caught the falling sword edge. This small vortex was mixed with a terrifying tearing and squeezing force.
The sword edge was blocked by this small vortex and could not advance any further. Even in this stalemate, it consumed a lot of energy.
The Primeval Swordfiend snorted coldly and immediately retreated, leaving behind a sword shadow that was torn apart by the small vortex.
Lu Xiaotian's plan did not work. His heart was in a state of consternation even though the Empyrean Cauldron had been integrated into the Green Fruit Boundary. He could use the spatial power to a certain extent. This spatial power mainly came from the fluctuations of the surrounding space. Without the original fluctuations of this space, it would be difficult for him to continue. Now that so many Mahayana cultivators were besieging the Primeval Swordfiend, the scale of this battle was no less than the battle against the Buddhist Sect's eminent monks. It was even more than that.
Under such circumstances, Lu Xiaotian naturally did not have to worry about not being able to use the spatial power. It was just that there was a consumption of energy when using the spatial power, especially the consumption of his spiritual sense, which was greater than the consumption of his magic power. Fortunately, Lu Xiaotian's primordial spirit was strong enough and did not have to worry about fighting the Primeval Swordfiend. However, the Primeval Swordfiend's strength could not be measured by common sense.
Who would be able to last longer would only be known after the battle.
But no matter what, Lu Xiaotian already had the best situation, and he would not give up on this battle because of some variables. The battle between him and the Primeval Swordfiend would inevitably end with one of them falling.
Lu Xiaotian raised his left hand and slashed down with the Fangtian Halberd, colliding with the sword gleam. Wherever the Fangtian Halberd passed, mountains and rivers rose, and the wind and clouds surged. When the sword gleam passed by, mountains collapsed, and rivers flowed in reverse. The three-headed, six-armed flaming man crossed the mountains and rivers, competing with the sword gleams of various sizes above the mountains and rivers.
The Demon Subduing Pagoda, which had seven pagodas combined into one, sometimes used the pagoda to suppress the sword Qi. At other times, it would transform into the Buddha image with Lu Xiaotian as its original form. As it walked in the void, lotuses bloomed with every step it took.
At this moment, Lu Xiaotian and the Primeval Swordfiend were fighting. To a certain extent, they did not even need other Mahayana cultivators to cause the space to tremble.
"Amitabha, the karma between the Buddhist Sect and the Primeval Swordfiend must also be resolved. Martial Nephew Mingyi, if I don't return, the Buddhist Sect will be left to you in charge in the future. "Kong 'e pressed his palms together.
"Martial Uncle, don't worry. I will definitely protect the Sect. Martial Uncle, bring this sect guarding puppet with you. " Mingyi nodded. The Mahayana realm monk puppet flashed expressionlessly and arrived beside Kong 'e.
"Forget it." Kong 'e's eyebrows and beard fluttered as his wide monk robe fluttered in the air. He stepped on the clouds and struck the flying sword in the void with the staff in his hand. The Mahayana realm monk puppet followed closely and joined the battle.
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