However, before Ming Cun's talisman could show its power, Lou Xiaoyi's second flying sword was already whistling towards him!
That was Jue Cheng!
It still ignored the attack range of two hundred feet and the corrosive effect of the acid rain. Fortunately, Ming Cun had already released his golden sparrow. The sparrow's head pecked at the tip of the sword. The Jue Cheng flying sword swung out, and the sparrow's body flickered!
Ming Cun was shocked. He had already realized that he was already on the brink of death. He could no longer hold back. He only had one talisman, and it was given to him by his master. Where could he find a second one?
In the blink of an eye, he could vaguely see that the Swordsman was already within three hundred and fifty feet of him. This was already within the attack range of his mystic instrument. He knew that blindly defending himself would be suicidal. He could only fight back with all his might and distract his opponent so that he could catch a breather.
His dantian bulged again, and he spat out a cloud-patterned pearl from his mouth. It looked light, but it had the strength to carry a mountain. It flew straight towards the Swordsman. This was his natal mystic instrument. To a spell cultivator, especially a disciple of a large sect like him, he did not lack mystic instruments. He had seven or eight of them on him. However, mystic instruments did not rely on quantity to win. Every mystic instrument needed the support of mana and soul to be used. If you threw out too many, the power of each mystic instrument would decrease, and the loss would outweigh the gain!
It would be better for him to use the small axe that he was most proficient in both offense and defense and his natal cloud pattern bead to maximize the efficiency of his attacks!
At this moment, he still did not remove the acid mist. This was because he firmly believed that as long as he waited, the effects of the acid mist would become more and more obvious!
While they were fighting intensely above, the people of the High Mountain Tribe below were watching with their mouths agape!
Initially, when the flying sword flew out of the box, spells bloomed like fireworks. Some of the cultivators below were in high spirits as they watched. They felt that this foreign cultivator knew how to chant incantations. Now that they were fighting, the power of the two systems was displayed vividly!
However, after a few short breaths, even the slowest person could see that something was wrong. This was no longer a technique demonstration. The matter was obvious. The spiritual vigor fluctuations caused by the collision of the flying swords and magical artifacts beside the spell cultivator were like an avalanche on a snowy peak. Amidst the chaos, there was a fierce killing intent!
The Dharma cultivators blocked left and right. Spells, talismans, Dharma artifacts, and so on were endless. The mountain bumpkins were envious. The quality of each item was not something the ordinary goods in their hands could compare to!
However, all of this paled in comparison to the killing intent of the two flying swords! Like the two scythes of the Grim Reaper, they surrounded the spell cultivator and flew up and down, swift and fierce!
They couldn't imagine how a Foundation Establishment cultivator could control the two flying swords to such perfection with the control of his divine sense. As if it had its own soul?
The deductive method had turned into a life and death battle! This kind of change caught everyone off guard. Although it looked better than a demonstration and was closer to reality, how did all this happen?
Should I go up and stop them? Who had the ability to stop such a battle that was obviously far above them?
Unless they all rushed up together!
The mountain tribe cultivator was not the only one who was troubled. There was another merchant as well! He realized that he was in a dilemma. Indeed, Ming Cun was his friend, but this Cigarette Butt was from the Western Region's Overlord, Xuanyuan. Was it so easy to offend him? Especially for an itinerant cultivator like him, would he stop doing business in the future?
Most importantly, the battle prowess and treasures displayed by these two people were beyond his imagination. The Swordsman was still fine. The Sword Lunatic had always been like this and didn't care about anything. However, his old friend Ming Cun's abilities were too strange. This was completely not something an itinerant cultivator who earned resources from doing business should have!
At this moment, a sharp-eyed mountain cultivator shouted in surprise, "Look at that spell cultivator, he's different from before!"
Everyone looked at his eyes, especially his face. Sure enough, he had changed from a standard rogue cultivator with a weather-beaten face to a handsome young Daoist with a jade-like face.
Seeing this, everyone understood that in these few short breaths, due to the heavy pressure from the Swordsman, the large number of spells, talismans, treasured talismans, magic weapons, and mana had been stretched thin. He could no longer maintain some of the secret techniques that changed his appearance, thus revealing his true form!
Most importantly, the mountain tribe cultivators all recognized this person. He was the itinerant cultivator who had been coming to their tribe to persuade them to leave for the past ten years. Later on, he had started to meddle with the Daoist children!
He was also the one they had been trying to provoke into a fight with!
However, the time and place of the tiger's bite was not within their control!
Lou Xiaoyi could control his flying swords as usual as long as he did not get within two hundred feet of Ming Cun, or even further apart. That was because his flying swords had sword spirits! To make it so that Ming Cun could not retaliate, he could unleash his greatest attack without restraint. However, he had other motives!
He still needed to nurture the sword spirits, so the final attack should be completed by the Hidden Fragrance. The Hidden Fragrance did not have a sword spirit, so its attack range was not enough. Therefore, he had no choice but to get within three hundred and fifty feet!
As he wished, he lured Ming Cun's counterattack. However, before the Cloud Pattern Pearl could reach him, he began his long-planned final attack combination …
When the distance between the two was within three hundred and fifty feet, not only could he use the Hidden Fragrance, he could also use the Soul Fighting Technique!
Ming Cun, who was giving it his all, suddenly felt a sharp pain in his brain. He knew that this was his opponent's spiritual attack. While he was shocked at the strength of the Swordsman's spiritual power and his many tricks, he had no choice but to activate his defensive spell substitution!
His spiritual power was not as good as his opponent's, but because he had at least fifty years of cultivation, the difference was not huge. He still activated his precious spell substitution because he knew that when facing the flying swords, there was no room for confusion, not even for a moment!
He was a cautious person. He knew that when his Cloud Pattern Pearl hit, the strength of his opponent's attack would definitely weaken. That would be the time for him to change his attack and defense!
He had built his foundation for seventy to eighty years. He had wandered the wilderness for many years, so his battle experience was incomparably rich. Now, he could feel that there was indeed a gap between his cultivation and his opponent's. Then, as long as he could withstand the initial storm, the more time passed, the safer he would be, and the greater his chances of success would be. The acid fog did not stop. He did not believe that the Swordsman's flying swords would be unharmed!
Ming Cun did not think of leaving! This was the confidence of an outstanding cultivator. If he turned tail and ran at the first sign of trouble, his battle prowess would never improve!
He also did not think that his opponent would have a third flying sword. With his knowledge of Xuanyuan's external swords, he knew very well that a cultivator with this level of cultivation would not have built his foundation for more than twenty to thirty years. It was already praiseworthy for a Swordsman to be able to cultivate two flying swords in such a short period of time. This meant that he had spent a lot of time and energy on the flying swords!
A battle was a judgment made after weighing all kinds of complicated factors. It was also a gamble!
If he did not dare to gamble, he would not be a good cultivator!
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