While three dreamy sword lights spread out, the long sword that had been refined by Tai Pan's waist suddenly made a clear sound.

There are two types of flying swords used by practitioners. One is like the sword weapon controlled by the three Songming people, without a sword hilt, and it is pure. It is born to control the sword with a god, traveling thousands of miles away.

The other one is naturally the one with the sword hilt in Taiping. It can not only control it with the spirit, but also win a thousand miles, but also maintain it, within ten feet, and travel invincible.

Although the long-refined sword in Taipan's waist has not been sacrificed and refined into a magic weapon, after achieving the soul, the true energy flows, and the sword light is within ten feet of the same spirit.

However, when Taipan's waist roar was resounding, Songming and the other two thought of this level. Without any hesitation, they retreated back nearly a hundred feet away. Songming, among them, directly retreated to the other end of the Ba River, and were far away from Taipan's distance across the Ba River.

Seeing this, Tai Pan couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Although these three great cultivators of the divine realm have reached the end of their practice, although their souls return to their souls and become Yang God, they have reached the end of their practice, but they are worthy of being a casual cultivator who has experienced countless battles. Their fighting experience is terrible, and their sense of smell is extremely keen. They almost immediately put themselves in an invincible place, and they can fight at any time and retreat at any time.

Although this reaction does not seem to be brave enough and fearless, in fact, this is the norm for practitioners in this world.

Unless you really reach the point of never ending or are plotted to fall into a trap, who will easily put yourself in a state of life and death?

Even ordinary people have the saying that a gentleman does not stand under a dangerous wall, let alone a practitioner?

There are not many practitioners who are brave and fearless and determined. This is the most, and most of them will die when they achieve their souls.

Knowing the time of heaven and advancing and retreating is the most basic rule for any creature to survive.

Is it necessary for Songming and Taipan to stay alive?

Of course not.

Three dreamy sword lights rolled out one trajectory in front of Tai Pan, turning into a big net, covering Tai Pan, and Tai Pan lightly raised the long sword in his hand, pointing, hooking, folding, and stabbing in the void...

There is no commendable move, and what Taipan uses is what every practitioner can do, and the most basic and simplest skill of controlling swords.

But these ordinary and simple hooks and thorns are used here to look extremely gorgeous. Every time the sword falls, it is cut in the change between the turning points of the flying sword. Every time the sword light falls, no matter where or from any angle, you will find that the sword light falls, just the pointing point of the sword light in Tai Pan's hand.

The sword light that was extremely simple lingers around Tai Pan's body. The sword light covers the three-foot land, which belongs to Tai Pan's realm. Apart from these three feet, no matter how the flying sword surges ingeniously and how it can trigger the wind and thunder of heaven and earth, all these changes will all return to nothingness when they fall to this three-foot land.

This is a helpless draw.

The three Song Ming teamed up and could not suppress Tai Pan, but before Tai Pan refined his magic weapon, unless Song Ming and the other three were close to Tai Pan, there would be no way for Tai Pan to take Song Ming and the other three.

The sound of flying swords and long swords tearing the vitality of heaven and earth sounded from time to time. There were dozens of feet around Taipan, and there were gaps of gaps cut by the sword energy. Between the gaps, there were all kinds of frost and ice flowers covering it.

In the flowing Ba River on the side, there is a law that turns into a dark blue divine net, covering the Ba River, completely separating the aftermath of the battlefield from the Ba River.

This is the action of the river god of the Ba River to protect all the creatures in the Ba River.

Regarding the stalemate in front of him, Songming and the other two were still not arrogant or impatient. The sword light that flew into the air was still in moderation and there was no slight chaos.

Of course, they don't need to worry.

The battle between the great cultivators of the Divine Realm and the battle at the Qi Realm are completely different. Any spell, if you use the True Yuan to control it, its power is enough to tear apart the body-protecting true energy around a great cultivator of the Divine Realm and kill the great cultivator on the spot. Therefore, if the battle of the great cultivator of the Divine Realm will never choose to exchange injuries for damage. After all, no one can guarantee that when using injuries for damage, the means your opponent uses are just changes in the true energy or a fatal spell.

Therefore, in most cases between the world, the battles between the great cultivators of the divine realm are repeated, observing, inferring their opponent's means and hidden spells, and through plots again and again, compressing their space to move around. Finally, after finding out the enemy's means, it will be a fatal blow.

Like the kind of reckless and reckless fighting method, they can all use their own life and death as soon as they meet, and they almost only exist in the legendary book. For every practitioner, the magic, magical powers, etc. they know are all trump cards, and they will never be opened until the last moment.

Just like at this time, Songming and the other three came with the idea of ​​being determined to win, but until now, the flying sword and the long sword have been intertwined for hundreds of rounds, but Songming and the other three were still stable and unmoved, and they never moved forward or retreated, and they never had the idea of ​​using spells to determine the outcome.

"It's so patient." Taipan smiled in a low voice in the sword light, as if he was feeling emotion and mocking.

Although it was a stalemate draw, the draw was becoming increasingly unfavorable to him. His sword weapon, which was made of mortal iron, was made of mortal iron, and the flying swords that were refined with the three Songming and the other two, were irreparable in texture. After hundreds of times of interlacing, the three flying swords were still sharp and their momentum remained undiminished, but the long sword in Taipan's hand had already appeared faint cracks, and the distance was broken, not far away.

If this continues, perhaps in a hundred more rounds, the long sword in his hand would shatter under the three flying swords. At that time, he would have to face the attack of the three flying swords with his flesh and blood - this is something that any practitioner would try his best to avoid.

Just like the fragile body of a mortal body in front of a sword, even if the body of a practitioner is protected by the body protection, it is extremely fragile in front of the flying sword.

The reason why magic weapons such as flying swords are the mainstream among practitioners is that the blow of flying swords is no less than the power of magic. The ordinary body-protecting true energy is vulnerable in front of flying swords.

Therefore, Songming and the other three told Taipan that there was no divine realm major cultivation that could only be considered half a divine realm major cultivation.
Chapter completed!