510: C510 Fight

C510 Fight

"Die!"

After the disciple in white robe heard Ye Xiaofan's words, killing intent surged up in his heart. His eyes shot out a sharp ray of light and the sword in his hand flashed with a cold light. He raised his arm, turned his wrist and aimed the tip of the sword at Ye Xiaofan.

"Shua!"

The crimson-white sword qi sliced through the air and headed straight for Ye Xiaofan.

"Little... "Mortal!"

Ling Qingyou shouted anxiously when she saw the sword aura.

Ye Xiaofan remained unmoved, with one hand still in front of him and the other behind his back.

"In our outer sect, only a few numbers can withstand second senior brother's sword. If the three ants in front of me can withstand it, then I, He Yihe, will be the one writing my name backwards!"

Zhang Yuan and the others stared at the scene in front of them with cold eyes.

It was enough for the white-robed disciples to attack. The three of them were nothing more than ants. Being able to survive under this sword attack of the white-robed disciples was already an enormous fortune.

Zhang Yuan and the others had complete confidence in the strength of the white-robed disciples.

The white-robed disciple was the tenth disciple on the Absolute Formation Sect rankings. He had extremely high attainments in sword arts with the strength of Half-step Incarnation, and when he used his sword arts at full strength, he could even defend against attacks from ordinary Incarnation.

"Clang!"

Jian Nanxuan stabbed the Soul Devouring Sword into the ground. With a flick of his wrist, the sword released a purple light that blocked the scarlet white sword qi.

"How is this possible? Second senior brother has extraordinary talent. Aside from his strength, no one else in the outer sect can match him in sword arts. He was actually blocked by a spirit body!"

"No, it should be said that it was blocked by that sword."

"Could the sword in that soul's hand be a high-grade fourth-grade magic tool?"

When the disciples of the Absolute Formation Sect saw this scene, all of them were shocked, and asked in disbelief.

"That sword, it really is a Fifth-rank Magical Instrument!"

Zhang Yuan's eyes narrowed as the corners of his mouth curled up into a sneer.

He originally thought that he wouldn't be able to gain much by bringing a few Junior Brothers and Sisters to train. He didn't expect that on this trip, not only would there be blood energy, there were also Fifth-rank Magical Instrument s.

"With the Fifth-rank Magical Instrument, my strength will be even closer. After absorbing the blood aura, I can steadily enter the inner sect and obtain more resources."

"The heavens are truly helping me."

Zhang Yuan revealed a greedy look, but he did not attack in a hurry. He wanted to see what tricks Ye Xiaofan and the rest had up their sleeves.

"Heh, I thought you had some sort of ability, but it turns out you have a high-grade fourth-grade magic tool. You think you can block my attack by relying on magic tools?"

"In that strike just now, I only used sixty percent of my power."

"Let me see how hard your magic tool is to block my attacks."

The disciple dressed in white smiled in a teasing manner and threw the sword in his hand onto the ground. Then, he took out a sword that was emitting a faint red light from the Storage Ring.

"Shua!"

The tip of the white robed disciple's feet touched the ground, his figure burst forth, the tip of his sword pointing straight at the center of the Soul Devouring Sword.

It could be seen from this move that the disciple in white had rich battle experience. He knew that the weakness of the longsword was its middle point.2

Once the object was too long, it would be broken by a huge force from the middle.

What was a Soul Devouring Sword? That was a Fifth-rank Magical Instrument.

"The three or seven swords were custom-made for me by Master. They are somewhere between a high-grade fourth-ranked and low-grade fifth-ranked magic tool. As long as I'm strong enough, I can break that sword."

The white-robed disciple's figure and the sword became a straight line, and like a spiral, they rapidly rotated, and the power of the sword tip became even more terrifying.

Jian Nanxuan did not panic at all. He took out his Soul Devouring Sword and without any fancy moves, he simply raised his arm and stabbed forward.

Sword skills that were too gorgeous would unduly disperse one's powers. The simpler the sword moves were, the faster the speed would be, and the easier it was for one's strength to gather together.

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