The Yuanying cultivator moved very quickly. In just a few breaths, he arrived not far from Lu Yi from the edge of the sky.

A group of Nascent Soul cultivators stopped, glanced at Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu who were fighting, and then turned to look at Lu Yi.

"You didn't take the opportunity to escape? You really don't want to live or die." A strong man with a strong body sneered.

The other Nascent Soul cultivators moved slowly, consciously surrounding Lu Yi and preventing him from escaping.

Another beautiful woman also had a sneer on her face and looked at Lu Yi coldly: "It's a pity that you were born in the wrong sect. Otherwise, with your talent, you would be a different person."

Lu Yi's expression was calm and he chuckled: "Seniors, don't you think you've got me?"

As soon as Lu Yi's words came out, everyone was stunned, and then they all laughed.

"Hahaha, what? You don't think you can escape from us, do you?"

"It's so interesting. Maybe you are a genius. If we don't have enough manpower, you might really get away. Unfortunately, there are thirteen of us!"

"No matter how talented you are, you are only at the Golden Core level. Facing thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators, you still want to run away?!"

They sneered, their spiritual energy flowing around their bodies, their energy locked on Lu Yi, not giving Lu Yi a chance.

As long as Lu Yi makes any change, he will be greeted by their thunder blow.

Lu Yi chuckled: "Several seniors misunderstood. I never thought about running away. What I meant was... I will kill you."

As he spoke, a blazing stream of light appeared on the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand. The high temperature turned into air waves and spread in all directions. What followed was the sword intent rising into the sky.

He took a step forward and slashed out his long sword towards the Nascent Soul cultivator in front of him.

Clang!

The immortal sword energy contains extremely powerful sword intent, and the sword intent is like a biting cold wind, blowing through all Nascent Soul monks.

The Xuanyang Sword was slashed out, entwined with terrifying thunder, and high enough to vaporize gold and iron, turning into a hundred-meter-long red sword light that streaked across the sky.

The sword light illuminated the faces of all the Nascent Soul cultivators. The smiles on their faces froze and their whole bodies became cold.

Especially the Nascent Soul monk who was locked by the sword energy.

He was a middle-aged black-haired man with an average build and appearance, and his cultivation level was at the sixth level of Nascent Soul.

His expression changed drastically, he roared angrily, and a dark shield appeared in his hand.

The shield enlarged, becoming more than ten square meters in size, with a golden and iron-like black light flashing on it.

The sword energy hit the shield.

boom!

Under the roar, the shield was instantly cut in half, and the sword continued to slash at the middle-aged man with unstoppable momentum.

He roared, his spiritual energy circulated, and he retreated continuously, continuously launching terrifying and powerful attacks, which landed heavily on the sword energy, but it was also unable to stop the sword energy.

The sword energy instantly engulfed the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man didn't even scream and turned into a ball of charcoal.

As the sword light swept across, the coke shattered, turned into fly ash, and disappeared into the air.

The hairs all over the bodies of many Nascent Soul cultivators stood on end. They were under the heat wave, but their whole bodies were cold.

They quickly dispersed and stared at Lu Yi with a look of horror on their faces.

"What kind of sword intent is this?! How can it be so strong??"

"He actually killed Lin Yi with one sword. Lin Yi is not a weak hand!"

"Wait a minute, look at the sword in his hand!"

An old man with long gray hair stared at the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand with wide eyes.

Others heard this and noticed the Xuanyang Sword in Lu Yi's hand.

Suddenly, everyone's breath froze, showing a hint of greed.

"A middle-grade treasure! It's actually a middle-grade treasure!"

"No wonder this boy's sword energy is so strong! It turns out he is holding a middle-grade treasure!"

Seeing the greed of many Yuanying monks, Lu Yi just smiled and raised the long sword in his hand: "Come up and get it if you have the ability."

Hearing this, many Yuanying monks looked at each other, and then an old woman at the peak of Yuanying shouted: "Kill!"

The spiritual energy around her body circulated, and she spat out a streak of blood, which streaked across the top of a mountain peak. The peak melted silently and turned into dust.

Seeing this, the other monks also used their own methods to attack Lu Yi.

Some people slashed at Lu Yi with their swords like light, some people used a huge furnace and shrouded Lu Yi, some people used magic formulas to condense a terrifying storm, and so on.

As a Nascent Soul cultivator, no one is weak, and no one is a real fool.

If you don't have enough talent, you won't be able to cultivate to the Nascent Soul realm.

Their spells are very powerful, and every attack is enough to easily destroy a mountain or a village.

Lu Yi, who was in the midst of these attacks, felt a terrifying surge of spiritual energy, but his expression did not change at all.

The next moment, Lu Yi's body turned into sword light, he used Sword Yuan Escape, and disappeared instantly.

He came behind the monk with the weakest cultivation level, who was on the third level of Nascent Soul.

It was a black-haired woman with a hot figure and beautiful appearance, wearing a blue dress.

Lu Yi cut down the Xuanyang Sword in his hand, and the terrifying sword energy condensed again, swallowing the black-haired woman in an instant. She didn't even react.

The black-haired woman's cultivation level was not as good as that of Ji Yi, who was at the sixth level of Nascent Soul before. When she was swallowed, she had already turned into fly ash and completely dissipated.

"Wang Qin!

"The expression of a middle-aged man at the eighth level of Nascent Soul next to him changed, he roared angrily, and stared at Lu Yi with an angry face.

He shouted and shot out magic weapons one after another towards Lu Yi.

However, before these magic weapons could touch Lu Yi, Lu Yi had disappeared again, came behind a monk on the fifth level of Nascent Soul, and devoured him with a sword.

The faces of the monks changed continuously. Everything happened so fast that they could not even react.

The beautiful woman at the peak of Nascent Soul shouted loudly: "This little beast is extremely fast! Get together and don't give him a chance!"

Hearing this, the remaining nine Yuanying monks gathered together and watched Lu Yi warily.

The nine Nascent Soul monks looked at a Golden Core monk with vigilance. If he told him, no monk would believe him.

Seeing this, Lu Yi burst into laughter. He held the Xuanyang Sword and stood in front of a few people. He chuckled and said, "Aren't you here to chase me? That's it? How can you kill me?"

The faces of several Nascent Soul cultivators changed continuously, with expressions of shame and anger.

The dignified Nascent Soul monks, who were already ancestor-level figures in a small sect, were actually forced into collective defense by a Jindan monk, which made them lose face.

"Little beast! Don't be proud!"

The old woman shouted angrily, then opened her hand and threw out a red net.

This net was very strong in the wind, and soon turned into a huge net covering the sky, covering Lu Yi.

A Nascent Soul cultivator next to him widened his eyes and exclaimed: "This is the Heavenly Snare of the Blood Spirit Sect?!"

The old woman sneered and said: "How is that possible? The Heavenly Net is the clan-suppressing magic weapon of my Blood Spirit Sect. It is a top-grade treasure. This is an imitation of the Heavenly Net. Even so, it is close to a low-grade treasure! Under the transformation of God,

No one can hide from it! Even his attacks can't break it!"

Hearing this, many Nascent Soul cultivators' eyes flashed, they looked at Lu Yi and laughed heartily.

"Okay, okay! Let this little beast be proud!"

"Isn't he very fast? Even if it is an imitation, how can he escape from the dragnet?"

At this moment, Lu Yi also found that this magic weapon was a bit strange.

Just like the blood jade of the Blood Spirit Sect before, it blocks a space when it takes action, greatly reducing his dodge range. As the sky net shrinks, he will be trapped.

But...that's just for ordinary people.

A ray of sword light flashed in Lu Yi's eyes, and the sword intent around him suddenly surged, almost forming golden sword shadows in front of him.

The Xuanyang Sword buzzed under Lu Yi's sword intent. Lu Yi took a step forward and struck out with the sword.

The golden red sword light rises into the sky with thunderous light, like fire falling from the sky, trying to burn everything.

The sword light struck the crimson sky net. The sky net flashed with red light. It tried to resist the sword light, but it was broken by the sword light in an instant. The sword light tore the sky net open and chopped it into two pieces. .

"What?!" The old woman's face changed and she became a little pale.

She used her heart and blood to refine this imitation of the heavenly snare. Now that the magic weapon was broken, she also suffered the backlash.

Other Nascent Soul monks were also indescribably shocked.

"How is this possible?! Even if you are holding a middle-grade treasure, you are not strong enough to destroy such a magic weapon!"

"His sword energy is even more terrifying than before. This level of sword energy is probably more powerful than the average Nascent Soul Peak."

Even those monks at the peak of Nascent Soul looked extremely ugly at this moment, and the situation was more difficult than they imagined.

After cutting open the heavenly snare, Lu Yi's sword intent soared into the sky, his black hair danced wildly, and his terrifying aura was like a god or a demon. He used Sword Yuan Escape and disappeared again.

"careful!
To be continued...