Chapter 146 Killing the Elder of Xuansha Clan

The black gas rose into the sky, and Ye Buwen's body, which was constantly emitting black gas, looked very conspicuous.

But Ye Buwen still chose to absorb the terrifying power that was spreading all over the sky.

Ye Buwen, who was already under great pressure, continued to add pressure to his body.

These are all good things, and they cannot be wasted at all.

Even wasting a little bit is disrespectful to life and cultivation.

Refining Xuansha Qigong, chopping trees to recover.

I don't know how long he has been practicing, one day, or maybe three days, Ye Buwen has been in so much pain that he has no concept of time.

The sky told him that time has passed very quickly, but his feeling told him that time has passed very long.

Suddenly, a sound appeared in the sky.

Ye Buwen was particularly clear about this whistling sound.

Only those advanced foundation-building cultivators who fly very fast can make such a sound.

He looked up.

A rather old man wearing Xuanshamen clothing stood on a flying sword and floated in the air.

Ye Buwen had an impression of him. He was the most powerful foundation-building cultivator among the group of people chased by Xuanshamen, especially the spells he used.

Judging from his appearance, he is an old monk. No wonder he has profound attainments in magic.

The old monk looked at Ye Buwen with some curiosity and said, "Has your brain been damaged by the evil ghost technique? You are chopping trees like crazy."

He had already seen the pattern of Ye Buwen's actions after tracking him all the way.

Every time Ye Buwen passed by a place, he would chop down quite a lot of trees, leaving traces.

This behavior puzzled him.

What's the point of chopping trees? Being chased by the people of their Xuansha Sect, they deliberately left such obvious marks.

After thinking about it, he could not understand it. In the end, he could only guess that although this person could resist the erosion of the evil ghost technique, he had been tortured to madness and lost his mind.

Ye Buwen did not say anything nonsense, because there was no need to explain anything to the enemy.

He jumped up with all his strength, jumped into the air and swung his sword at the Xuansha Sect monk.

The old Xuansha Sect monk had expected it. The spiritual sword under his feet flashed, and his figure moved out instantly.

Ye Buwen's eyes fixed. Compared with the others, this person's combat experience and ability were much stronger.

The cultivator sneered disdainfully: "Although your body is very strong and even stronger than the monster, it is only your body that is strong. Your skills are worse than those of the Qi Refining cultivators. As long as you know this, it is easy to kill you."

Ye Buwen's heart sank. This old guy's judgment was correct.

He is just strong, powerful, and fast.

Apart from that, his skills are just chopping and chopping.

Compared with the endless spells and talismans of the immortal cultivators, he is like a brainless primitive man.

The old cultivator's flying sword flashed twice to distance himself, and a huge ball of spiritual power emerged from his hand, and then formed a huge sword in the air.

"Take my Xuantian Sha Sword."

After the old cultivator shouted angrily, he fired a spell.

Ye Buwen took out a broken low-grade spiritual weapon shield to block in front of him.

Instantly, a huge force came, and then the giant sword exploded in the sky, with a huge impact force, and a sharp sword-like Qi Gang ravaged his body.

At this time, the spiritual weapon on Ye Buwen's body emitted a dazzling spiritual light to resist the surrounding attacks.

The old monk was annoyed when he saw Ye Buwen's fully equipped spiritual weapon.

If it weren't for this thing, the madman would have died long ago, ground into pieces by his magic.

Damn rich man.

Even the elders of many foundation-building monks in Xuansha Sect have never been so extravagant as to equip themselves with spiritual weapon armor to protect their whole body.

Ye Buwen was plunged into the ground by the huge force of the giant sword.

The surrounding soil was like a huge wave in the sea, with the giant sword falling as the center, and spread out in all directions.

Before the effect of the giant sword passed, Ye Buwen retreated with a shield and left the place.

Facing a person who can cast powerful spells, it is foolish to continue to stay in the same place.

Before Ye Buwen could run far, a strong wind and a heart-pounding threat appeared in the sky again.

A huge black palm smashed towards him.

The giant palm had an inexplicable suppressive force, which hindered his movements and made him quite strenuous.

The old guy used another powerful spell, which also had the power of suppression.

Ye Buwen gritted his teeth and used his full strength to perform the blood escape secret technique.

This suppressive force could not do anything to him.

Using all his brute force and speed, Ye Buwen instantly broke free from the suppressive force and turned into a black shadow to escape from the attack range of the giant palm.

The giant palm smashed on the muddy ground, leaving a huge palm print that was several meters deep.

"Annoying little bug."

The old monk was angry when he saw that his full-strength attack had no effect at all.

Suddenly, the old monk saw Ye Buwen running away, and immediately snorted coldly: "You can't escape even if you have wings."

As he pinched his hand seal, the flying sword under his feet instantly broke away, turning into a cold light and chasing Ye Buwen away.

But Ye Buwen suddenly turned around and ran to the side.

The old monk quickly turned the flying sword and chased Ye Buwen.

But the more powerful and faster the flying sword, the more difficult it is to change direction.

Although Ye Buwen could not use the sword control technique, he knew the difficulty of using the sword control technique very well.

He glanced at the direction of the old monk and turned to run towards him with the knife.

If the flying sword is used to attack, then the old monk's flexibility will be greatly reduced if he relies solely on spiritual power to fly. Now is an opportunity to counterattack.

The old monk saw that Ye Buwen dared to launch a counterattack to kill him, and the murderous intent in his eyes became even stronger.

He immediately recalled the flying sword and rushed towards the path where Ye Buwen was attacking.

As long as Ye Buwen did not dodge, the flying sword would penetrate him.

The old monk thought Ye Buwen would dodge, but to his surprise, Ye Buwen not only did not dodge, but was approaching him at an astonishing speed.

Faced with Ye Buwen's madness, the old monk was the first to retreat.

He gave up the control of the flying sword and changed the spell in his hand.

In an instant, black spiritual power rushed out of his body and instantly formed a huge turtle.

The turtle's head was like a dragon, its limbs were thick, and its black shell had ferocious giant thorns.

If you rush in, you will definitely be stabbed by these giant thorns.

Ye Buwen gritted his teeth in anger.

This old turtle actually has new spells, and they are defensive spells.

However, the old monk missed a point. He, Ye Buwen, does have limited means, like a primitive man, but his limited means can give the enemy a fatal blow as long as he uses them well.

Ye Buwen shouted, and the spiritual power of Dantian rushed into the Dharma bone.

The Dharma bone that was covered by the light and fought against the power of Xuansha lit up a dazzling spiritual light.

The surrounding spiritual energy suddenly stagnated, and the spiritual power in the old monk's body and the spiritual power of the spell were instantly shaken, with a tendency to flow towards Ye Buwen.

The spiritual power was shaken, and the spell structure was unstable. This sudden change made the old monk a little panicked, and he made mistakes in controlling the spiritual power.

Ye Buwen grabbed the magic turtle and jumped up in the dim moment, crashing into the magic turtle.

The spiritual spikes of the turtle were shattered by him, and the whole person crashed into the core of the spell.

The blood-colored blade light was lifted from the bottom to the top, and a huge gap was instantly split in the hard turtle shell, and he drilled into the gap.

The old monk was terrified.

At this time, he saw Ye Buwen's clear and cold cold light under the cover of the black flame.

That man was not only not crazy, but also wanted to kill him very clearly.

Just when the old monk was terrified, Ye Buwen kicked him on the head.

The huge force made him feel a lump in his head, and then his perspective turned sharply.

He vaguely knew that his neck was broken and he would not live long.

Just when the old monk wanted to use some magic formula to turn the tide, Ye Buwen didn't give him a chance.

When he kicked him, his body was twisted by the force.

The knife that had just split the tortoise shell and had no time to attack was raised high and chopped down fiercely.

The old monk's body was cut through by the knife from the shoulder to the lower ribs, split in two, and the spiritual power that was still flowing came out of the wound, covering the blood.