Silver Wolf Lang Xian, the seventh disciple of the Wolf Sect, won the title of "Silver Wolf" because he liked to wear white clothes, but because he was greedy for flowers and lustful, so "Silver Wolf" became a "lewd wolf". ＊,,
On the contrary, after killing a disciple of the Heaven-Shaking Sect in the late stage of the Martial Realm in one fell swoop, this Lang Xian even joined forces with the monk surnamed Pei to attack back and forth, as if he wanted to kill Xiong Xiying quickly.
Although the monk surnamed Pei was injured in his internal organs, it did not have much impact on his strength, but he looked at Xiong Xizhe, a drag bottle, and constantly attacked, causing Xiong Xiying to focus most of his energy on protecting his own brother.
"Do you think you can kill me like this?"
Xiong Xiying turned a flying sword into a smart rainbow light, not only could he protect Xiong Xizhe in it, but he could even take care of another fellow junior brother, and his strong strength was shocked by the monk surnamed Pei and the Wolf Sect monk Lang Xian, who was also a true disciple.
That Lang Xian smiled evilly and said: "Xiong Daoyou is the head of the two families, so he may be able to retreat with his body, but what about your cousin? Oh, by the way, there is also your fellow disciple, but you don't care too much about his life and death!"
Xiong Xiying forced the monk surnamed Pei's magic weapon back with a sword, but before he could fight back, he had to withdraw his flying sword to help his fellow junior brother resist Lang Xian's suppression.
Xiong Xiying's face was gloomy, Lang Xian was right, he thought that his strength was far above any of these two, and there was no problem at all in retreating, even if he took his own brother Xiong Xizhe was not hopeless, but this required sacrificing another fellow junior brother who joined forces with him to fight the enemy.
Although on the surface, he still joined forces with him to resist the enemy, but Xiong Xiying knew that once he had the idea of escaping, this fellow junior brother would definitely have the means to hold him back, unless he was willing to even throw away his own cousin.
Lang Xian seemed to notice the hesitation in Xiong Xiying's expression, and suddenly laughed strangely, which made Xiong Xiying even more upset, and even the sword light of the enemy began to become a little scattered.
Lang Xian and the monk surnamed Pei seemed to have expected it, and at this moment they intensified their offensive, the magic weapon in Lang Xian's hand took the opportunity to break into the sword light, a cloud of spiritual light burst out from the magic weapon, and a silver wolf completely condensed from spiritual light rushed out, and after avoiding Xiong Xiying and another Heaven-Shaking Sect monk who stood in front of him, he pounced straight on Xiong Xizhe.
The Wolf Sect's true spiritual technique of transforming into a wolf spirit technique is not based on the body of a wolf, but based on its own spiritual power, supplemented by the monk's own spiritual consciousness, and condensed into a spiritual light wolf with spiritual wisdom for a short time.
Although Xiong Xizhe had a good talent in the formation, he was just an ordinary martial arts realm double cultivator, how could he resist the methods of a great perfection monk.
As soon as the scream started, it turned into a scream, Xiong Xizhe tried his best to dodge, but the silver wolf still tore off a piece of flesh from his arm.
The silver wolf turned dexterously in mid-air, took a few steps in the air, and then bit Xiong Xizhe's throat again, this time Xiong Xizhe could no longer avoid it.
Seeing that the formation master cultivated by the Xiong clan was about to die under the wolf's kiss, a finger suddenly appeared on the path where the silver wolf was flying, and he saw that he was about to hit his head on this finger.
The silver wolf itself contained a part of Lang Xian's spiritual consciousness, controlled by him remotely, and instinctively sensed the danger of this finger, his front paws pressed in front of him, and his entire body was staggered half a foot in mid-air, and it was about to slip away from the fingers.
Unexpectedly, this finger was moving forward a little faster at this time, the silver wolf could not avoid it, and was hit by a finger in the center of the eyebrows, the silver wolf's agile body suddenly stagnated in mid-air, and then the entire body burst into a cloud of white mist, and then turned into a cloud of spiritual energy and collapsed.
Xiong Xizhe was rescued by his clan brother when he was dying, but Xiong Xiying was distracted by this moment, and was seized by the monk surnamed Pei.
Xiong Xiying was in a hurry for a while, the three original spiritual energies hidden in the rest of the magical powers suddenly merged into one at the moment they approached him, and their power increased sharply.
"It seems that a few of you are really going to die with Xiong!"
The injured Xiong Xiying not only did not show defeat, but instead erupted from his body, like a wounded beast trying to choose someone to eat, which made the hearts of Lang Xian and Monk Pei, who originally had the upper hand, sink.
A strange trembling sound suddenly came from behind Xiong Xiying, the monk surnamed Pei was still a little unclear, but Lang Xian on the other side changed his face and opened his mouth to exclaim: "Jian Yin, you actually practiced the flying sword spirit technique!"
"Flying sword spirit technique, impossible!"
Although the monk surnamed Pei's knowledge was not as good as Lang Xian's, the true inheritance of the Heavenly Wolf Sect, he obviously knew the details of the flying sword spirit technique, and seemed to be incredulous that Xiong Xiying could practice flying sword magical powers.
Not only the monk surnamed Pei and Lang Xian, the two monks who were hostile to him, but also the fellow junior disciples who fought side by side with him seemed a little incredible after hearing Lang Xian's exclamation.
Xiong Xiying smiled gloomy, his fingers changed a few fingers, it should be the spiritual technique of the imperial flying sword, the sword light of the flying sword magic weapon in a straight line suddenly increased by three feet, and the sound of the sword chant before was the strange sound made when the flying sword trembled rapidly, which could be regarded as a kind of sword howl.
The tip of the sword pointed at the two of them from a distance, whether it was Lang Xian or Monk Pei, both of them subconsciously took two steps back, but the two immediately realized that this was too weak, so they took two more steps forward.
Xiong Xiying sneered, pointed at Monk Pei and shouted: "Sick!"
The sharp sound of breaking the air was still lingering in his ears, and the flying sword wrapped in the sword light had already come to Monk Pei's eyes.
Monk Pei sealed with both hands again, and raised a dragon snake in front of him with spiritual power, and wrapped it around the flying sword, but was cut into several pieces by the sword light that was spitting out.
Monk Pei shot one after another, although he could not stop the power of the flying sword spirit technique, but it also slowed down the speed of the flying sword, a white light flew from the side, hitting the spine of the flying sword, deflecting the flying sword exposure by a few inches, and slashed from the side of Monk Pei's face, the cold sword intent scraped several fine openings on his face.
The pale light that knocked the flying sword flew back into Lang Xian's hand, but it turned out to be a pale bone as jade, which looked thick and thin, like a drumstick.
Xiong Xiying's eyes shrank and he said coldly: "Wolf drumstick!"
Although the natal magic weapon wolf drumstick in his hand was only a high-grade magic weapon, the material was refined from the silver wolf bones of the desolate beast level, and as his cultivation grew in the future, he might even reach the spiritual weapon level in one fell swoop.
But even so, under Xiong Xiying's sword and spirit powers, he could only barely protect himself, which was still Xiong Xiying's swordsmanship was obviously not in the top ten.
The three thousand spiritual arts in the cultivation world are divided into categories by monks in the form of defense, attack, assistance, flying escape, etc., but there is no obvious boundary between the various classifications, and there are often intersections between them, such as Yang Junshan's natal spiritual technique Yuan Magnetic Spiritual Light, which can be counted as both auxiliary spiritual arts and offensive spiritual arts and magical powers, and even the original magnetic spiritual light itself has considerable defensive power.
Sword magic can also be regarded as a category in the three thousand spiritual arts, specifically referring to various spiritual arts level swordsmanship supernatural powers, but because the vast majority of swordsmanship supernatural powers are good at attacking, swordsmanship supernatural powers can be included in the attack type of spiritual magic supernatural powers.
In the ranking of attack-like spiritual magic powers listed in the cultivation world, among the top ten spiritual magic powers, swordsmanship alone occupies three positions, and among the top twenty spiritual magic powers, swordsmanship supernatural powers also occupy five positions, which shows the prestige of swordsmanship among the three thousand spiritual arts.
Of course, the true power of sword spirit magic is still to be combined with the flying sword magic weapon to double the power, if like Xiong Xiying honed the swordsmanship magic power out of the sword light, the power would be even more terrifying, which is why when Xiong Xiying used the swordsmanship magical power, Lang Xian and Monk Pei were shocked.
Although Xiong Xiying displayed her swordsmanship supernatural powers and shocked the two monks of the same level in one fell swoop, she only had a slight upper hand, it was obviously unrealistic to want to get the Red Essence Fruit Tree with a sword spirit technique, but fortunately, she had already obtained six Red Essence Fruits on her side and had already gained something.
"Two, now neither of us can do anything about it, Xiong and the three of us will retreat, and the red essence fruit tree will be left to you, how about it?"
Lang Xian and Monk Pei looked at each other, and the monk surnamed Pei sneered: "You have a good idea, now I don't want that red essence fruit tree anymore, but my two brothers died under your sneak attack, but your six red essence fruits will be divided in half of me!"
Xiong Xiying saw that Lang Xian and Monk Pei were already standing in front of the corpse of the same junior brother, and there were still three red essence fruits on his body, obviously Xiong Xiying couldn't do it even if he didn't agree, so he simply nodded and said, "Okay, if you have time in the future, I will learn from the two of you later!"