Chapter One Hundred and Fifteen Enemies
Among all the military information reports of the Southern Dynasty, Tuoba Zhan was already the strongest guard around Yuan Yan at this moment.
Previously, a semi-saint, Muqushan, had already died in battle with the Chen family worshippers.
And there is another half-saint building Yunyu, but he left for some reason.
For this hunting dominated by the South Heavenly Court, there was no real threat around Yuan Yan at this time.
However, only she and the very few people in the Nantianyuan knew that Tuoba Zhan was definitely not the strongest cultivator around Yuan Yan.
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The most attractive sounds in the world are not the beauty or loudness of the sound, but the person who makes the sound.
Yuan Yan walked silently through the shadows in the forest.
When she heard the sound of shattering like glass coming from the air and felt the terrifying spiritual fluctuations in it, four of the five black-armored cultivators following her changed their faces, especially when she felt that the aura was coming towards her, their lips trembled slightly unconsciously.
They were not afraid of death, but worried about Yuan Yan's safety.
However, there was also a middle-aged black-armored practitioner who was originally the least noticeable, but he raised his head and seemed to have two stars lit up in his eyes.
The middle-aged practitioner has a hunchbacked figure and has three wisps of rat whiskers.
This is a very popular practice in the western border area of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
Such beards are a habit of those tribes and are also considered beautiful by locals.
However, when the north and the southern dynasties became more and more contacted, and when many young people in the northern dynasties were increasingly yearning for the prosperity and beauty of the south, and even luxury. The habits, words, deeds, and especially aesthetics in most places in the Northern Wei Dynasty had begun to completely change.
Such beards are of no beauty to young people, and even seem cunning and obscene.
"She should be the eyes of these southerners."
"I can't beat her, you will die."
"If I beat her, you might be able to survive."
The middle-aged man with rat whiskers stopped and then calmly said these three sentences to Yuan Yan.
When he stopped, Yuan Yan also stopped.
It felt very bad that she could not control her own destiny, but she knew that she had no other choice at this time, so she just nodded silently.
The other four Northern Wei practitioners who were loyal to her dispersed.
Only the confidant of the Demon Sect can speak to the eldest princess in such a tone.
But since he is the confidant of the Demon Sect, it is possible to resolve such a dead situation.
Yuan Yan took a deep breath, rubbed her face, stood with her hands behind her back, and looked into the sky.
These four Northern Wei practitioners also took a deep breath, and the true energy in their bodies flowed rapidly.
They were all nervous.
It is not advisable to stay here for a long time. Since the Yuan Yan is sure to be here, the encirclement of the Southern Dynasty will shrink rapidly.
So they all knew very well that the battle between this subordinate of the Demon Sect and the Southern Dynastic Realm practitioner who came from the sky would be extremely violent and would end very quickly.
The white rainbow-like Huiwei finally approached this forest.
The broken true essence as glass cuts through the tree crown, and countless green leaves turn into tiny powder, floating like snow.
The terrifying aura suddenly gathered in the air. In the perception of these practitioners, it was like a giant mountain forming, and it would smash down extremely violently in the next moment.
However, in the next moment, the throats of these four Northern Wei practitioners were slightly cold.
They had just felt a sense of panic in their hearts, and a red line had already formed on their throats.
Then their heads fell down.
Silent and scream...
The blood rushed out of the neck splashed into the sky and splashed on Yuan Yan who was surrounding the center.
Yuan Yan pursed her lips tightly. Even though the hot blood beads fell on her cheeks, it quickly became cold, her face did not change much, but she was still extremely frightened.
She can be proud of all practitioners of her age, but she cannot be proud of such a practitioner.
She knew very well that if the other party had not wanted her to live, she would have died like these four practitioners under this flying sword.
A flying sword that was nearly transparent revealed its true face in the blood mist, and then hangs in front of the falling woman.
During this process, the middle-aged man with rat whiskers never took action.
He just smiled slightly and thought in his heart, "It's a woman's method after all."
"How many disciples are you?"
Xi Huiwei saw his contempt, but her emotions did not fluctuate at all, and she asked indifferently.
"fifth."
The middle-aged man with rat whiskers became serious, and the mocking expression on his face disappeared.
He respects the Demon Sect in his heart, so he will be serious and respectful to any issues involving the Demon Sect.
"Then you are Helan Guanshan."
Xi Huiwei looked at the man's somewhat vulgar eyebrows and said indifferently, "Among his disciples, your cultivation should rank second."
This rat-bearded man is indeed Helan Guanshan.
He was slightly stunned, but his brows frowned slightly.
Cultivation is one thing, but it is undoubtedly a skill to reach this level of intelligence.
This female cultivator should be the enemy of the Demon Sect. She just didn't expect that she would gain the trust of the Southern Emperor and live in the Nantian Courtyard.
It was already an old story many years ago when she left the Northern Wei Dynasty. However, she knew so much about the cultivation of disciples under the Demon Sect, which only shows that she has been preparing quietly over the years.
"In this way, using bait to fish the eldest princess is also yours?" Helan Guanshan was a little solemn. He must be cautious about such enemies who know his master very well, especially those who know him very well now.
Xi Huiwei nodded, but she did not deny it.
"How can a person like you compete with the Demon Sect?"
Helan Guanshan felt inexplicably angry.
This is the overall situation that Lord Demon Sect has ruined a lot of efforts to plan, but was broken by the woman in front of him. The most important thing is that he does not think that this woman can become an enemy of Lord Demon Sect.
The air in front of him was roaring violently.
The air squeezes each other and even makes a roar like waves in an instant.
A sword energy was generated in front of him.
He also uses a sword.
A heavy sword without a sharp edge appeared in his hand, but the sword was covered with flowers.
The sword rolled up a strong wind and slashed towards Xi Huiwei's body violently.
At the same time, the underground behind Xi Huiwei, the soil and rocks flowed upward at an astonishing speed, forming a huge mud and stone sword, which also pierced Xi Huiwei's back heart violently.
A practitioner like him who has reached the realm of divine thought is not only because of the terrible power that a large amount of true energy can bring, but also because his true energy has undergone a fundamental change compared with low-level practitioners, and also because of his exquisite control of these true energy.
This is a sneak attack, but even the sneak attack seems so open and violent.
Compared with his two swords, Xi Huiwei's body seemed too thin and weak.
Including the flying sword floating in front of her.
But facing these two swords, her body did not even move.
The flying sword floating in front of her did not move either.
Some true energy power that was invisible to the naked eye quietly emanated from her body and escaped upwards.
Then a white light appeared in the sky.
Countless crystal lights like glass fell like meteors in the white mist.
These crystal lights fell on the heavy sword in Helan Guanshan's hand and on the mud and stone sword behind her.
The heavy sword of Helan Guanshan shook sharply, retracted, danced out of the light curtain, blocking all the crystal light, and then he began to retreat.
The mud and stone sword was constantly penetrated by the crystal light, splashing mud waves, and then dissipated, like a wave that was exhausted, falling dejectedly before it touched the shore.
Yuan Yan's shock in his heart witnessed this scene could not be described in words.
It turned out that this female cultivator came from the air and was preparing for power.
Although she fell, the white wisdom tail did not dissipate, but it still stayed in the air, waiting for her summoning at this time.
Dang! Dang! Dang! Dang...
An extremely dense sound sounded in the mountains and forests.
These crystal lights hit the sword shadow of Helan Guanshan, making a harsh metal brittle sound, making the eardrums a little tingling.
Xi Huiwei looked up slightly.
She defended first and then attacked, and started to counterattack.
Chapter completed!