Chapter 406 406. Horizontal Pressure

Author: No Nights in the prosperous Tang Dynasty

Chapter 406 406. Horizontal Pressure

The blade light was lifted away, and it rotated backwards like a dart, revealing its original appearance, a silver-white flying knife. The light waves were very dazzling in the sunlight, and there were tiny cracks on it at this moment.

This is a spiritual weapon that has been repeatedly sacrificed by the monks, and is driven by its master like an arm to use fingers.

The Sky Light Knife in Pei Xihe's hand has been promoted to a magic weapon. Just a meeting, the flying knife spirit weapon has already broken traces.

At this moment, the cultivator behind him also showed his true body. He was a not-tall male cultivator with sharp eyes, decisiveness and determination.

With a wave of his hand, he suddenly had eighteen flying knives, along with the previous one.

These eighteen flying swords are all third-grade spiritual weapons, with an amazing killing intention. After all, even a god-transforming cultivator will find it difficult to obtain a magic weapon. The eighteen flying swords of this male cultivator echo each other, which is not inferior to ordinary second-grade spiritual weapons.

The flying sword formed a formation and slashed towards Pei Xihe in an instant.

She waved the sword and rose up, and the true meaning of the immortal sword blew endlessly, her clothes flew, and the cold color flashed in her eyes.

Perhaps because of Changguang's death, or perhaps because of other considerations, the many tedious rituals before the official start of the official rituals were cancelled, and the practitioners went directly to the small space to compete for their inspiration.

But the moment she entered the space gate, she could clearly feel many powerful people looking down at this place, and the feeling of peeping was dissipated until she entered the space.

The coldness in his eyes was restrained, and even if they kept watching, Pei Xihe had to set the top three seats.

She stepped on the seven stars and her footwork was as graceful as a dragon. Facing the dazzling attack of the eighteen flying knives, the huge sword aura transformed out, and with a bang, all the flying knives were knocked away.

The male cultivator's spiritual weapon was damaged and suffered a heavy backlash. The corners of his eyes were bleeding faintly, but he did not stop for a moment. His spiritual power suddenly surged, and the Nascent Soul's perfect cultivation was revealed. He pinched his hands and rushed in an instant.

Fourth-grade Taoist technique!

Dragon Prisoner!

One small but mysterious runes after another were summoned out by him, at an extremely fast speed, and it filled the space where she was in an instant, and an astonishing force of suppression spread to Pei Xihe.

As expected, there is no simple existence for those who can get here. Pei Xihe thought to himself that everyone is the peak combat power of the Nascent Soul Realm.

Her body was wrapped in the Dragon Prisoner, and her breath quickly declined. A hint of joy appeared in the male cultivator's eyes. The female cultivator's sword skills were superb, but she could not escape his trump card.

If the top Taoist technique of the Dragon Prisoner Curse is achieved, even a miraculous race like the True Dragon can be bound by one or two, and the suppression power can be called the most among the third-grade Taoist techniques.

When his mind moved, the eighteen flying knives that were about to break floated again, and he could not help feeling heartbroken and angry.

Suddenly, the flying knife cut through the sky and stabbed Pei Xihe's key point and Yuan bronze medal away.

But a violent and dazzling light suddenly illuminated, and even the Nascent Soul cultivator had to close his eyes briefly and felt a sting.

The sky light of the Wuji!

The light around Pei Xihe gradually dimmed, and the Dragon Prisoner Spell completely disintegrated. Her body burst into pieces, and the magic powers that filled the sky hit him hard.

With the wave of the long sword, the immortal true meaning had already penetrated his body, leaving him with a little breath of vitality.

The Yuan bronze medal could not be included in the storage equipment. Pei Xihe swept his mind and the silver-purple mental power suddenly turned into a sharp pyramid and stabbed it at a place on his body, immediately shattering his bronze medal.

A flash of light flashed, the bronze medal broke, and the cultivator was eliminated. The male cultivator showed unwillingness in his eyes, but he had no choice but to be teleported out of the small space.

At this moment, she turned into a butterfly and the silver-purple butterfly flew. She quickly found the hidden place of the inspiration here. The butterfly wings were like a knife, directly cutting the hidden huge rock, revealing the thirteen inspirations under her.

Pei Xihe took his bronze medal and raised it, and the inspiration was attracted and brought into it.

If you want to win the top three, you have to get six thousand ideas.

Then take your time.

The Sky Light Sword turned into scattered light and poured into her body. Her mind power spread out, combining the sensing power of the Yuan bronze medal to search for other hidden places of inspiration.

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A day passed in a blink of an eye. The speed of the Nascent Soul monk was as fast as light and light. It was normal to cross thousands of miles a day after running with all his strength.

This small space is not an existence like a secret realm, and its scope will not be as vast as the small world. In this day, the cultivator who entered the realm has turned it to the sky, and all 18,000 inspirations have been presented, which means that the competition among cultivators has officially begun.

Pei Xihe searched all the way, and when he met a person who was a big test, he drew his sword to fight. Her magic power was strong and her Taoist skills were profound. He even entered the fifth level of sword art. The ordinary Nascent Soul cultivator was not her enemy of one sword.

While searching, he seized it. There was no change in the sun and the moon in the small space. Unconsciously, thirteen hours passed, and 3,931 inspirations were accumulated on the Yuan bronze medal around Pei Xihe's waist.

Pei Xihe licked his lips. The flashing red light of the bronze medal before meant that all 18,000 inspirations were absorbed. There was a mutual sense between these bronze medals, and they could know the other party's position. This could not be covered and was also one of the assessments of the competition.

The more inspirations you have, the more bright the dots on the bronze medal will become. She has nearly 4,000 inspirations, thanks to her speed far beyond the same realm, her powerful magical power, and the quick battle and quick decisive battle in every duel.

She took off the bronze medal at her waist, and there were red dots reflected on it, and more than a dozen were quickly approaching her position.

Being targeted.

Pei Xihe put away the bronze medal, and his magic power was like a dragon waking up from his sleep. His breath burst out suddenly, and several spiritual powers transformed into rushing towards her body.

But the whereabouts of Taotao's spiritual power hit only the afterimage.

Pei Xihe's true body was revealed again, wearing a layer of light golden runes, flashing like morning glow, the golden crow's magical powers were spreading between the wings, and the long wind could not be chased.

She turned her body and fell into the sword, her eyebrows were deep, and only a sharp color appeared in the center of her pupils. Her figure flashed, and the sword aura suddenly rose. When she met, she went all out with all her strength. Her magic power suddenly surged, and her immortal true meaning was overwhelming. In a short period of time, the perfect Nascent Soul cultivator who was close to her was swallowed by the sword aura before she could use all her strength.

Yuan Tongzhe felt that the cultivator's life was in danger, and he immediately broke and turned into a layer of light film, which sent it out of this space.

A moment of inspiration came into Pei Xihe's bronze medal. Her black hair was flying and her clothes were flying, and she was already killing another place.

I don’t know which cultivator hides in the dark and whispers: “Everyone joins hands!”

These cultivators who siege and kill are all the leaders of the human race, so naturally they know that Pei Xihe can have nearly 4,000 inspirations alone, are not luck.

It is better to work together to defeat this person and then divide it.

Several magical powers and Taoist techniques were being circulated, and the pressure was rising little by little. A bright moon transformed behind Pei Xihe, and the moon was brilliant, shining with the Taoist patterns of the moon palace, and a mysterious force was used to suppress the space where she was going, causing the cultivators hiding it to move.

So he had the idea of ​​head-on.

The female cultivator hidden in the space showed her figure, wearing a silk ribbon with white lotus embroidered patterns, pinching her hands, chanting her lips and teeth, and using her invisible spirit to activate the power of heaven and earth.

"Five mysterious thunders!"

The female cultivator shouted, and in just half a breath, she completed the use of Taoism. With her fingers, the five-colored black thunder secretly combined with the Five Elements Way, flying white silk swam like a dragon going out to sea, attacking Pei Xihe.

A sword is brilliant.

He split the thunder and tore the silk strips apart. Pei Xihe was bathed in the lightning light, but only the blood marks on his body were not damaged at all, and even more powerful. He directly swung a knife again and eliminated the female cultivator.

After taking action to kill the enemy twice, he actually had an invincible attitude of suppressing his opponents, which made these cultivators who surrounded and killed secretly frightened!
Chapter completed!