uldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In the cultivation world, there were too many people who went back on their word, saying one thing on the surface and another behind your back. Compared to th...At this time, Dongfang Yi had already shown signs of weakness, and the flying cavalry tribe cultivators who suffered heavy casualties even erupted in hysterical attacks. Including the spirit eagle under his seat, they used all their strength. Especially the thickset elder's Dan Yuan Fire Thunder Arrow, its aura was terrifying. The other three formidable late-stage alien cultivators saw that Dongfang Yi was faltering and immediately joined the fray to attack, wanting to snatch the credit of killing this enemy Jindan cultivator. With two more Dan Yuan artifacts directly added, Dongfang Yi's situation was truly dangerous to the extreme.
Donghuang Yi's face also showed a hint of solemnity and sorrow. Unexpectedly, she, a Jindan cultivator, would ultimately die at the hands of several Qi Refining cultivators. Even if she could miraculously survive this wave of attacks, she would probably be exhausted. Rather than being shattered into pieces, it is better to be whole. Donghuang Yi's beautiful eyes narrowed, and the ice fan in her hand swung out again, its shape changing once more.
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A blazing clear sky, yet a fierce cold wind raged. As the ice fan whirled, countless ice shards emerged, hurtling towards the endless swarm of hawk feathers and thunderbolts.
Ding ding ding...
The eagle feathers, sharper than any blade, struck the icicle with a clang like metal on stone. Though numerous, they were shattered by the icicle's force, and even the dozen or so fire thunder arrows that followed, after shattering the icicle one after another, lost their momentum and could no longer cause any damage.
With a clang, a barrage of ice shards shot out. The flying snake whip wielded by the woman in pink clashed repeatedly with the ice shards on its razor-sharp discs. Though it continuously shattered the ice, she couldn't advance an inch.
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A sharp, piercing shriek echoed through the air, but it wasn't a human cry. It was the sound of the long blade carried by the burly man with the knife.
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After continuously hacking at those ice spikes, the cracks on the long blade grew larger and larger. Until finally, a sound like gold piercing stone rang out, and the long blade shattered into countless smaller blades, sweeping away all the ice spikes in front of it.
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“Good sword!” the young man with the curved blade roared. Taking advantage of the ice spear being cleared by those fragmented blades, the young man with the curved blade left a strange afterimage in the air and shot forward.
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Eastern Yi let out a soft hum. With her current strength, she could only unleash the lowest-level attack of the Ice Fan. Otherwise, with just these few people, their combined attacks wouldn't even be enough for her to withstand a few strikes. However, there was no time for regret now. The heavy arrow, carrying an aura of thunder and fire, whistled through the air and arrived before her in the blink of an eye.
Dongfang Yi's face turned pale, and she blocked the heavy arrow with her folding fan. However, her injured body and excessive exhaustion of magical power made this normally easy feat difficult. The immense force of the impact sent a sharp pain through her wrist, causing her ice fan to fly out of her hand. The first fire-thunder arrow was deflected, but another one followed immediately. At this moment, the burly old man riding the spirit eagle seemed drained of his energy and essence. His double-star attack had consumed most of his remaining magical power. A hint of hatred flashed across the old man's face. The golden elixir female cultivator's ice fan was now out of her control, he didn't believe this arrow wouldn't kill her. Anyone who dared to kill his flying tribe members, even a golden elixir cultivator, would pay with their blood!
The young man in the fine robes sighed softly. The Feiqi tribe, though arrogant, wasn't without reason. This burly old man's double-starred arrow technique was profound and mysterious. Though the two arrows came one after another, their connection was abnormally tight. The Golden Core cultivator blocked one arrow, but under this sudden attack, she probably wouldn't be able to withstand the second.
However, a flash of ferocity quickly crossed the face of the young man in fine clothes wielding the curved sword. Blocking it didn't mean this arrow could kill the female cultivator with the golden elixir; perhaps it could seriously injure her. In any case, everything depended on his own efforts.
The youth in the flamboyant red robes surged forward again, drawing a crimson curved blade from his waist. The blade radiated an aura of unrestrained ferocity, capable of consuming all in its path. In the instant he unsheathed it, the youth's eyebrows and hair turned blood red.
The sword slash carried the grandeur of a rising sun.
“South Waste Flame Demon Sword Technique, Nine Styles at Sunrise!” The brawny man with the back-mounted sword extended a hand, and the countless shattered blades seemed to come alive, shooting back and merging together once more into the previously cracked long sword. The brawny man was confident in his swordsmanship, but upon seeing the curved blade wielded by the young man, he let out an exclamation of surprise.
The breath of that blade was vast and surging, no less formidable than the fire-thunder heavy arrow shot by the burly elder. It was only a hair's breadth behind the fire-thunder heavy arrow. If the fire-thunder heavy arrow failed to kill Dongfang Yi, this blade would undoubtedly deliver the final blow.
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“What a sharp blade, what skillful swordsmanship!” The burly old man spoke weakly, yet his anger was undisguised. If it weren't for the fact that their strength was greatly diminished now, having been attacked by this Golden Core female cultivator who had killed many of their kin, even these three cultivators, though skilled, would never dare to snatch food from the jaws of his twenty-plus cavalry warriors. However, even so, the burly old man had great confidence in this arrow. The female cultivator's aura was already weak to its extreme, her resistance shattered by the first Jade Core Fire Thunder Arrow he had unleashed.
As expected, the fire thunder heavy arrow, refined by Dan Yuan, hadn't even touched his body when Dongfang Yi coughed up blood again. His light body was directly blown away by the arrow's force.
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As the fire thunder heavy arrow was about to pierce through, a silver-haired youth suddenly appeared. With a stoic expression, he caught the flying Dongfang Yi, holding her slender waist in one hand and seemingly casually grasping at the air with the other. A sneer flashed across the stout elder's face, thinking that this young man wanted to catch his fire thunder heavy arrow with his bare hands, did he think he was a Jindan cultivator But soon, the sneer froze on his face.
The arrow, which was as swift as a blazing thunderbolt, suddenly halted mid-air. No, to be precise, upon the fiery thunder bolt arrow appeared an ordinary hand.
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The silver-haired youth seized the Fire Thunder Heavy Arrow, then discarded it like trash as he retreated backward, cradling Dongfang Yi in his arms. A flash of golden light emanated from his right hand that had just abandoned the arrow, and a brilliant golden sword materialized out of thin air with a single sweep. The blade's aura erupted with the force of thunder, startlingly appearing across the ground.
The young man in fine clothes wielded a saber that shone like the rising sun, unleashing his full strength in a single devastating blow. However, under this attack, the crimson sun seemed to be cleaved by golden light. The two terrifying blade energies collided, and the silver-haired youth suddenly struck out. The massive shockwave prevented the young man in fine clothes from pursuing smoothly.
"Look out!" Dongfang Yi had originally thought she was a dead woman, but unexpectedly, someone she never expected appeared at this moment. At the same time, several mounted warriors who had fallen from their flying eagles earlier because of arrows shot by ice cones, were now controlling their spirits and drawing bows to shoot.
Lu Xia Tian pointed without looking back, the water flowing against stone, ice-soul Xuan Yin.
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