Mortal Cultivation: Who Can Be More Yin Than Me, the Extreme Yin!

Looking at the majestic giant wolf, the male cultivator who looked like a farmer had a look of disdain on his face.

"A mere beast dares to be cruel."

The sword moves. The flying sword cuts through the air.

Light as the wind. The sword energy is like a rainbow.

"Ouch!"

The giant wolf suddenly jumped up, its claws as sharp as knives.

"when!"

Claws meet sword.

Set off a series of sparks.

The sword lost control and was thrown far away.

The giant wolf rolled in the air and fell to the ground in a panic.

On the giant wolf's feet, there were several scars cut by the sword energy, and the bones were deeply visible, instantly dyeing the giant wolf's hair red.

The farmer's lips curved into a smile.

With a wave of his sword finger, the flying sword was thrown away and returned to control.

The silver light flashed and slashed at the giant wolf again.

The previous sword was just a test.

This sword is a full blow.

The flying sword's momentum surged, and its energy penetrated the rainbow.

The masked man looked tense.

The power of the flying sword cannot be resisted by the giant wolf alone.

He raised his hand and waved, and a shield flew out, hoping to help the giant wolf.

However, the flying sword suddenly accelerated and struck the giant wolf before the shield could reach it.

There was a hint of fear in the giant wolf's eyes, as if he was timid.

But the flying sword has arrived, and it cannot retreat.

The giant werewolf stood up and waved its front palms continuously.

One after another, the sharp claws flew out continuously, like strong wind and rain, attacking the flying sword.

"Dangdangdang..."

The claws were continuously strong, but they were chopped into pieces one by one by the flying sword.

The flying sword is like a lone warrior who goes deep into the army, cutting through the thorns and thorns, and carving a bloody path.

Finally, it was chopped off by a pair of sharp claws of the giant wolf.

"Woo..."

A shrill wail.

The giant wolf's left forepaw was cut in half.

The sword light was still shining on its abdomen, making a hole more than two feet wide.

Almost disemboweled.

The giant wolf was blown away by the huge power of the flying sword.

The masked man looked at his spirit beast with distress, and hurriedly fed a few pills to the giant wolf and put them into the spirit beast bag.

The half of the forepaw that was chopped off by the giant wolf was also put away by it.

In order to prevent being attacked by flying swords, he kept a shield firmly in front of him while doing all this.

However, the flying sword did not land on the shield, but was blocked by a short sword.

It was Leng Tianlu who took action.

When the farmer saw this, he chuckled.

"You, the Beast Controlling Sect, can't defeat us, so there are more people? However, your Beast Controlling Sect doesn't seem to have as many people as we do."

As if to confirm his words, before he finished speaking, a man and a woman among the six tribulation cultivators came out.

The man also summoned a flying sword.

A flash of cold light went straight towards the masked man.

The woman took out a jade ruyi and slowly moved it through the air.

Blossoming bright petals, accompanied by pink mist, appeared out of thin air and rushed towards the masked man.

These two people planned to kill the masked man first and then deal with Leng Tianlu.

The masked man's face was solemn, and he used all his strength to move the shield in front of him.

On top of the shield, waves of shield-shaped shadows appeared, constantly facing the flying swords, trying to weaken the power of the shield.

The flying sword pierced through the layers of shadows and struck the shield.

The masked man was thrown away with his shield and body.

"puff!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and blood splashed into the sky.

The figure of the masked man had just landed in a panic.

At this time, the pink mist arrived just in time.

As the petals melted into his body, the masked man suddenly stiffened and his expression became a little dazed.

Facing the flying sword that struck again, he didn't know how to dodge or resist.

When the sword light came close, the sword light was about to cut through his eyebrows.

Perhaps it was the instinct to survive that suddenly brought him back to his senses.

His body suddenly lowered, and his shield suddenly rose up to block the flying sword.

The flying sword struck the upper edge of the shield.

The sword energy poured out and passed over the masked man's head, bringing up a large amount of flesh and blood.

The hair and flesh on the head of the masked man were all scraped away by the sword energy, revealing the dense skull.

Looks like a terrifying evil ghost.

However, at least one life was saved.

At the same time, he and his shield were hit by the flying sword with great force and fell to the ground.

Seeing the opponent's flying sword, he was about to strike again; the masked man looked frightened and turned to look at Feng Qi, his eyes full of begging.

Feng Qi sat on the stone futon, raised his hand and waved a fire dragon, blocking the flying sword that was hitting the masked man.

He coughed lightly and said loudly.

"You must be spared and spared. Fellow Taoists of the Xuantian Sword Sect and the Hehuan Sect, could you please give Feng a certain face and spare his life? If you want the stone futon, you can take it."

"hehe."

A contemptuous laughter echoed in the hall.

"You Feng Qi are so proud."

"Since he dares to fight for ten thousand years of spiritual liquid, he must be prepared to die."

A harsh sarcastic voice sounded.

The person who spoke was actually Ji Ruxue, who was only in the late stage of foundation building.

Feng Qi once led Leng Tianlu to hunt down Guo Ji Ruxue in Donghuafang City.

It seemed like she was holding a grudge.

Feng Qi's face turned cold when he heard this.

If other people were taunting him, how could a mere late-stage foundation-building monk dare to provoke him?

"If I remember correctly, your name should be Ji Ruxue, right? Back in Donghuafang City, you were chased by my men and fled in embarrassment. Without the help of your master, you would have died without a burial place. Unexpectedly How dare you speak and bark here."

Ji Ruxue replied calmly.

"Feng Qi, your subordinates covered their heads and exposed their tails, bullied their own sect, and seized stone futons. Now that they are defeated by my Xuantian Sword Sect members, they are asking for their own death. Think of it as my Xuantian Sword Sect, controlling the beasts for you. Zong, clean up the door."

Feng Qi said coldly, "Ji Ruxue, it seems that you must become my enemy."

Ji Ruxue raised her eyebrows.

"I'm afraid you won't make it!"

"If you want to die, then I will help you." Feng Qi said.

He raised his hand and summoned two huge fire dragons.

Within the entire hall, the temperature suddenly rose.

A strong killing aura filled the air.

"Feng Qi, there is no one who can bully my Xuantian Sword Sect!"

A rough voice sounded.

It was the bearded man from the Xuantian Sword Sect.

He stared at Feng Qi with cold eyes.

It seems that if Feng Qi dares to attack Ji Ruxue, he will definitely receive a thunderous blow.

Feng Qi turned to look at the bearded man with a cold expression.

"I would like to ask your Excellency for advice on Xuantian Sword Sect's swordsmanship."

Suddenly, another charming voice sounded.

"Master Feng, it seems that you have forgotten the existence of my concubine. I wonder if you alone can defeat me, senior brother Xue Gu, and junior sister Ji."

The person who spoke was Mu Yunxin.

That bearded man, the peak foundation-building monk of the Xuantian Sword Sect, was the ‘Senior Brother Xue Gu’ in Mu Yun’s heart.

Feng Qiben was Mu Yunxin's guest.

The intersection of pestle and mortar.

But last time, when Feng Qi led his men to capture Ji Ruxue, Feng Qi seriously injured Mu Yunxin.

From now on.

The two developed a grudge and broke off contact.

From then on, Feng Lang became a passerby.

Yuzhu changed the pillow for someone else.

Half of the red lips are tasted by another person.

Every night I still sing about the flowers in the backyard.