"An old man at the peak of Nascent Soul beside him shouted lowly, and shot out a long sword from his hand, slashing into the air in front of the old woman.

At this time, Lu Yi suddenly appeared at that location, his long sword already close to his chest.

Everyone was very happy.

But as soon as the corners of their mouths raised, they froze.

Lu Yi's expressionless face was seen as he stretched out his left hand and grabbed the sword directly. The collision made a clanging sound, like gold and iron.

Lu Yi had thunder patterns condensed all over his body, and mysterious thunder patterns condensed between his eyebrows. His skin was like gold and jade, with mysterious Dao patterns faintly emerging.

When his physical body broke through to the golden elixir realm, it could already withstand the destructive power of the Nascent Soul. Now, after so much time, it is naturally stronger.

"How is it possible?! Lao Yuan's ruthless sword can kill the peak of Yuanying, how could he be caught by this little beast with his bare hands?!"

"What kind of monster is this?! The physical body is comparable to the peak of Nascent Soul??"

Everyone couldn't help but feel cold in their hearts.

Lu Yi turned his head, looked at the old man, and smiled slightly: "Don't worry, it will be your turn later."

As he spoke, Lu Yi squeezed his hand, and the long sword, a top-quality magic weapon, shattered inch by inch.

The faces of all the Nascent Soul cultivators turned pale, and their bodies were far less hard than the best magical weapons.

"Attack him together! I don't believe in his immortality!"

A strong man yelled and was the first to attack.

Other monks also attacked Lu Yi one after another.

Lu Yi's body turned into sword light again and disappeared.

Originally, several Yuanying monks formed a circle to prevent Lu Yi from killing him at a terrifying speed.

But once they all attacked Lu Yi, of course their flaws were revealed again.

Lu Yi's body appeared behind many Nascent Soul cultivators, and the Xuanyang Sword slashed them down one after another. The terrifying sword energy swept across the sky, attacking all the Nascent Soul cultivators indiscriminately.

Lu Yi was in a good mood. Originally, these guys were standing far away, and Lu Yi could only kill them one by one. Now that they are standing together, it is more convenient for him.

The terrifying golden-red sword energy was unstoppable, turning almost everything it passed into ashes.

The mountains below were slashed by Lu Yi several times and turned into criss-crossing valleys.

When the sword light dissipated, there were only three monks at the peak of Nascent Soul, one was the old man, one was the beautiful woman, and the other was a tall and strong man.

There was originally an old woman who was at the peak of Nascent Soul, but unfortunately she could not avoid Lu Yi's sword and was killed on the spot.

The three monks at the peak of Nascent Soul looked at Lu Yi with shock on their faces. Lu Yi had thunder marks on his body, and thunder was flowing. The surging power of blood and spiritual energy was wrapped around his body. His black hair was dancing wildly, and his breath was terrifying.

Incomparable people.

With just the cultivation of Jindan, even the peak Nascent Soul monks were wiped out in ashes, and the three of them seemed to see a young immortal king.

Lu Yi's whole body was flashing with lightning, and he looked at the three people calmly.

It's been a long time since I've made such a reckless move. After all, every time Lu Yi made a move before, it was just a sparring match. With Yun Xi and the others, they couldn't use any strength to hit him.

Now that he was taking action like this, Lu Yi realized that his strength had reached such a level.

He stepped out, turned into sword light, and rushed towards the three Nascent Soul monks who were still alive.

"run!

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Seeing Lu Yi rushing towards them, the expressions of the three of them changed drastically and they ran away in three directions.

But how fast is Lu Yi?

He turned in an instant and caught up with the old man. A red sword light flashed across the sky. The old man roared repeatedly and his spiritual energy was violent. He was unable to resist it. He was swallowed up by the sword light and turned into flying ashes.

Lu Yi didn't even take a second glance. He instantly turned into an afterimage and chased after the beautiful woman.

When the beautiful woman saw Lu Yi, her face changed drastically, and she opened her mouth and shouted: "Spare..."

Before she could finish her words, she was swallowed up by the light of the sword.

Like an emotionless killer, Lu Yi rushed towards the strong man at the end again.

The strong man was not slow and had already run a certain distance.

But even so, Lu Yi still caught up with him easily.

Seeing that two Nascent Soul peak cultivators who were not weaker than him were killed, the strong man turned pale and roared in his final resistance. Unfortunately, it was like a fly shaking a tree, with no use at all.

Lu Yi killed him with one sword.

After killing all the Nascent Soul cultivators, Lu Yi let out a breath and looked at the sky in the distance.

That's where Liu Ningshuang and Xueyu fought.

In the sky, lead clouds were floating, blizzards were surging, and the entire mountain range was covered with white snow. It was freezing cold, and Liu Ningshuang, dressed in white, stood in the sky, floating like a fairy.

On the other side, there was a blood mist floating, and the rich smell of blood was nauseating.

In the blood mist, streaks of extremely violent blood light shot out, some turned into long swords, some turned into giant hands, and some turned into mountains, attacking Liu Ningshuang.

Liu Ningshuang was holding a cold glass sword with a cold and solemn face, constantly resisting attacks.

But even so, she still kept retreating, unable to completely resist the blood jade's offensive.

The cultivators of Transformation God are too powerful. Compared to the cultivators of Nascent Soul, they are like dust and bright moon. They are on two completely different levels.

Even the monks at the peak of Nascent Soul are vulnerable to the monks who have just become gods.

Liu Ningshuang's ability to withstand the strong attack of the cultivator of the Transformation God with her Nascent Soul cultivation level is already considered to be an amazing talent.

Seeing that Liu Ningshuang was at a disadvantage, Lu Yi retreated continuously. His breath became a little unstable and turned into a stream of light, rushing towards the direction of their battle.

As he approached the blood mist, the sword intent around his body soared into the sky, and his body flashed with golden aura, as if he was wearing a suit of golden armor.

Lu Yi didn't hold back, he used Perfect Sword Intention, Xuanyang Sword vibrated and buzzed.

The artistic conception of immortality was born with the meaning of thunder and destruction, echoing the power of Xuanyang in Xuanyang Sword, condensing seven rays of sword light in the air.

He used the Qixuan Sword Technique, and the seven sword lights were like red meteors, pouring into the blood mist, causing the blood mist to roll.

Xueyu felt the sword light, turned around and looked over, and saw Lu Yi standing in the air.

His expression suddenly changed. He turned around and saw where could he see the thirteen Nascent Soul cultivators?

He waved his big sleeves repeatedly, and pieces of blood mist rolled. The blood light collided with the sword light. The roar resounded throughout the world, and the aftermath was raging, hitting the snow-covered mountains below. The mountains shook violently, and cracks appeared in the cracks.

The sword light contained an immortal mood and was extremely tough. Even if it withstood the blood light once, it was only dimmed, but it still did not break.

Xueyu's face changed, with a look of astonishment on his face: "How is it possible?! A spell in the realm of golden elixir can actually resist my obliteration?"

He shot out streaks of blood light again, completely defeating the sword light of Qixuan Swordsmanship.

This still made Xueyu look ugly.

At this time, Lu Yi had already arrived at Liu Ningshuang's side.

Liu Ningshuang opened her red lips slightly, exhaled, stared at the blood jade in the distance, and asked softly: "Junior brother, how are you? Are you okay?"

Lu Yi smiled: "I'm fine, but those Nascent Soul cultivators are not so fine."

Xueyu's face was extremely gloomy, staring at Lu Yi, and asked: "How are they?"

Liu Ningshuang's burst of strength was extremely powerful. Even the blood jade could not despise it. He had to focus all his attention on her. However, in such a short period of time, the thirteen Nascent Soul monks disappeared without a trace, and even their breath could not be seen.

It's like it doesn't exist.

Xueyu felt something was wrong in her heart.

Lu Yi looked at the blood jade and chuckled: "Of course he is dead."

Liu Ningshuang was stunned, her eyes widened in shock, and she looked at Lu Yi: "Junior brother, you..."

The blood jade boy's hole shrank slightly and shouted angrily: "Little beast, how dare you lie to me?! No matter how talented you are, the gap between the golden elixir and the Nascent Soul is like a chasm. Can you kill thirteen Nascent Soul monks?

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Lu Yi looked at the blood jade and chuckled: "Don't you have this idea in your heart?"

Hearing this, Xueyu's face became even more gloomy and she looked at Lu Yi.

Xueyu personally understood the seven sword energies that Lu Yi had before.

That kind of sword energy would probably be difficult for even a monk at the peak of Nascent Soul to resist. Unless he had special means, he would probably be killed in one blow.

Xueyu's heart continued to sink. After a moment of silence, blood mist surged around him, and murderous intent boiled. He said in a cold voice: "Little beast, it seems that we all still underestimate you... The more this happens, the more...
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