Chapter 2201 Xiao Wu's Sword Solver
"Okay, let Xiao handle this battle. This... is not a battle you can get involved in. You guys, leave quickly!"
After saying that, Xiao Wujian raised his hand and released another powerful true energy.
The true energy condensed into a ball of green light, which included all five people in Su Twelve's group.
Without giving them a chance to speak again, the green light moved away, forcibly taking them with him, and flew straight to the entrance of the Immortal Tomb.
"Oh? Little guy in the Spirit Severing Stage, are you also going to fight to the death?"
"But, in front of me, even if you fight to the death, what can you protect?"
The aura of 'Ding Shoudian' quickly stabilized in the violent fluctuations.
There was full confidence in his contemptuous voice.
As his voice sounded, the giant dragon condensed with evil energy in the air shook its body and split into two in the air. .??.??
One giant dragon rushed towards Xiao Wujian.
The other opened its bloody mouth and greedily rushed towards Su Twelve's group of five.
"We have to try to know whether we can protect it or not, right?"
Facing the changes in front of him, Xiao Wujian looked calm.
While speaking, the aura around him rose at an astonishing speed.
In the blink of an eye, his aura broke through the limit of the realm of the Spirit Severing Stage and rushed to the realm of the Combination Stage.
An unparalleled force surged out of his body and condensed behind him into a huge figure that was more than ten feet tall and half real and half virtual.
Although the figure was blurry, it could be seen that it looked exactly like Xiao Wujian himself.
A pair of eyes were like bronze bells, with clear and firm eyes.
The huge figure stood tall, surrounded by clouds and mist, like a god descending to the world.
Such signs actually showed that he had already ignited his soul and infant soul, silently accumulating power in his body.
"Heavenly Sword Art·Heavenly Absolute Destruction!"
In an instant, a loud shout resounded throughout the space of the Immortal Tomb.
In an instant, in the space of the Immortal Tomb, the spiritual energy from all directions moved together, as if summoned, and quickly condensed in front of Xiao Wujian.
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In front of Xiao Wujian, the two flying swords, Tianwen and Wentian, which were originally intertwined and circling, were forced to merge into one in the air under the blessing of this terrifying spiritual energy, and condensed into a brand new flying sword.
The spiritual essence and sword intention on it increased dozens of times in one fell swoop, becoming a real spiritual treasure-level flying sword.
The moment the brand new flying sword was condensed, Xiao Wujian's own body and the huge phantom behind him, like a celestial being descending to the world, also turned into thousands of strands of pure energy in an instant, all entering the flying sword.
"Master...!!!"
"Uncle Xiao!!!"
Seeing this scene, Han Yu and Xiao Yue's eyes were bloodshot and they cried out in grief.
On the side, Su Twelve and others were also in a heavy mood.
What this scene meant, they all knew it well.
Xiao Wujian's move was completely a gamble of his lifelong cultivation, and the strongest sword he had ever made.
The flying sword trembled slightly, and issued a series of sword whistles, as if mourning for its master, and the sword whistles were also full of sorrow.
In the sword light, Xiao Wujian's Yuanying quietly emerged.
The Yuanying was engulfed by the Dan fire, and was already extremely weak. No one knew what kind of pain he was enduring.
But his eyes were as firm as ever.
In the firelight, the Yuanying pinched the sword formula with his hands.
"Buzz!"
The entire space of the Immortal Tomb buzzed, and several tiny space cracks flashed around the space.
The cracks flashed by.
The brand-new flying sword after Tianwen and Wentian merged also broke through the air.
The moment the sword moved, the two-tailed giant dragon formed by the evil spirit in the air was suddenly hit by countless spiritual sword energy.
Without any resistance, it turned into evil spirits all over the sky and floated in all directions.
Even the protective qi maintained by the remaining strength of the immortal behind Xiao Wujian could not withstand this amazing force. The sword energy on it was moving randomly, and cracks spread rapidly.
If it was not aimed at the resurrected evil demon in front, this sword would be enough to completely break the protective qi.
A streak of light passed by, and the sword pointed directly at the heart of Ding Shoudian's body.
This sword was not only to protect Su Twelve and his party to leave safely, but also to risk his life to give Ding Shoudian a heavy blow while the other party's Nascent Soul and physical body had not yet merged.
As long as this body is destroyed, even if the evil demon's will is resurrected, it will take a longer time to restore its former cultivation strength.
In addition, as long as Su Twelve and his party leave, the immortal tomb will be closed with the source of divine thunder.
The holy land of immortal cultivation will also have more time to make full preparations for the evil demon to be born in the future. .??.??
In the blink of an eye, the sword light flew over, and the sharp sword tip took the lead and cut through the heart of Ding Shoudian's body.
Blood flowed, but the flying sword also encountered great resistance and stopped in front of him.
"How is this possible?"
Seeing this scene, Xiao Wujian's Yuanying, which was almost dissipated in the firelight, was shocked.
The spells on his hands changed continuously, but he still couldn't let the flying sword move forward.
"Hehe...you are worthy of being a sword cultivator. With the realm of the spirit separation stage and the cultivation of the weapon, you can actually send out such a sword."
"Your strength surprised me!"
"What a pity! I... am not as simple as you imagined with the fusion stage cultivation."
The flying sword paused, and a strange laugh came from Ding Shoudian's mouth.
He had a look of contempt and a look of arrogance, but his expression was a little respectful.
While speaking, he slowly raised his hand and grabbed the flying sword hovering in front of him.
The flying sword seemed to sense the crisis, and the incomparable sword intent and sword energy scattered, vowing to break through the other party's palm.
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r\u003e But that hand, wrapped in evil energy, was like a spiritual treasure with supreme defense, and was not affected at all.
On the contrary, evil energy continued to invade the flying sword and assimilate the pure spiritual power in it.
"You... have already refined the body of 'Ding Shoudian'?!!"
Xiao Wujian's Yuanying trembled suddenly, as if he thought of something, and his hand movements stopped abruptly, with deep despair in his eyes.
"If I am not sure, how can I show up easily?"
"Little guy, you... tried your best! But you are doomed to fail!"
'Ding Shoudian' said indifferently, and the evil power in his hand increased. The flying sword in his hand seemed to be unable to withstand the huge force, and fine cracks slowly appeared on it.
Under the cracks, the incomparable sword intent kept dissipating, which shows that this move is powerful.
The continuous impact of the sword intent did not have any effect on 'Ding Shoudian'.
However, after Xiao Wujian's attack, he was exhausted. The evil energy in 'Ding Shoudian' was endless.
Even if the flying sword has reached the spiritual treasure level, it is only a matter of time before it is destroyed.
Xiao Wujian looked gloomy and did not speak again. Under the burning of the Dan fire, his life was at its last moment.
He just turned his head slowly and looked at Su Twelve and his group, with worry and guilt in his eyes.
At this time, the group was still some distance away from the entrance of the Immortal Tomb.
He fought with his lifelong cultivation and failed to seriously injure the other party, let alone delay any time.
Next, the situation of Su Twelve and his group can be imagined.
"Master...!"
Han Yu's eyes always stayed on Xiao Wujian's dissipated Yuanying, and he was so sad that he didn't care about his own situation.
"Elder Wang, Senior Liu, what should we do now?"
Lin Hezhou's eyes swept over Su Twelve and Liu Hua, and his face was full of despair.
