The Taoist on the ground saw that the black dragon not only did not answer him, but also launched another huge lightning attack at him. He was instantly in despair. He had been injured by the black dragon twice in a row. Although he only suffered a slight internal injury the first time, the second time his flying sword was destroyed, it was a serious injury. Under such a situation, he had no medicinal pills or extra magic treasures to use. He had no way to take the black dragon's lightning attack.
When the huge lightning was about to hit the long-robed Daoist, a flying sword appeared in the sky and blocked all the lightning. The flying sword and the lightning collided, causing a huge explosion. The aftermath of the explosion flipped the long-robed Taoist on the ground dozens of meters away and fell into the grass. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Of the eight people sent by Kun Lun, two had been killed by Feng Aotian and one by Black Dragon. Now, only five people were still able to fight. Two of them were lightly injured and were no longer a threat. The other three had the highest cultivation among the eight. To Feng Aotian and Black Dragon, they were still a threat to their lives.
Feng Aotian also chose to fight in close combat. After he entered the crowd and fought for a while, he saw that two of his opponents were killed and one injured by the Black Dragon. He was a little excited, and at the same time, he had a better understanding of the Black Dragon's strength. Just as he was in a daze, the flying sword of the long-robed Taoist with a few strands of beard attacked him. The huge flying sword made a tearing sound in the air, and its speed was extremely fast. The sharp edge made the surrounding air extremely distorted, and its power was extremely terrifying.
Feng Aotian knew that the cultivation of the leader of the long-robed Daoist should be the highest among the few of them. Otherwise, he would not be able to command everyone. Seeing that it was his flying sword, Feng AoTian could only retreat quickly. At the same time, he summoned his middle-grade spirit weapon flying sword. A transparent thread connected to the flying sword from his finger, and an endless stream of true essence energy surged into the flying sword. The flying sword immediately enlarged in the air, emitting a dazzling red light. Under the control of his mind, the flying sword danced in the air, forming several shadows of swords. The shadows of the swords were both real and illusory, and it was difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
"Chi chi!" "Boom!"
The long-robed Daoist's flying sword arrived in an instant and collided with Feng Aotian's flying sword. With a sizzling sound, the illusion of Feng Aotian's flying sword was completely dispersed and finally collided with the real sword. Sword qi scattered in all directions, and circles of transparent ripples spread out. Some of the sword qi landed on the ground, creating countless huge pits. The rumbling sound was endless, and dust and boulders flew everywhere. The powerful force pushed Feng Aotian and the leader of the long-robed Daoists back hundreds of meters. Feng Aotian's face turned red, and the blood in his body churned. However, the leader of the long-robed Daoists did not feel any discomfort. It was obvious that Feng Aotian's strength was far inferior to the long-robed Daoists.
Feng AoTian stood in the air and looked at the flying sword in his hand. There was nothing strange about it, and he was secretly relieved. Then, he looked carefully at the flying sword of the leader of the long-robed Daoist. Only then did he see that his flying sword was actually a low-grade artifact. This way, Feng AoTian had another chance of survival. There was no doubt that a low-grade treasured weapon against a middle-grade spiritual weapon would only need a few powerful attacks to destroy the long-robed Daoist's flying sword.
When cultivators fought, they mainly relied on magic treasures, and then their own cultivation. Of course, the magic treasure had to be compatible with the user. If the grade of the offensive magic treasure was too high and the user's cultivation was too low, it would be useless, because the user's cultivation was too low to activate the magic treasure's energy. Spatial and defensive magic treasures were an exception. Spatial and defensive magic treasures could be used by people without any cultivation.
Feng Aotian made up his mind. He had to think of a way to destroy the other party's magic treasure first. Only then would he and the black dragon have a chance of leaving Mount Kunlun alive. Thus, he used his mind to control the flying sword to strike at the long-robed Daoist. The flying sword was extremely fast and sharp. Wherever it passed, the surrounding air seemed to be unable to withstand the intense sword edge. It constantly emitted a squeaking sound, as if a stream of light streaked across the sky.
The bearded leader of the long-robed Daoist was not slow at all. Seeing the flying sword coming, he hurriedly controlled the flying sword to meet it. The two flying swords gave off immense power as they collided in the air. Swoosh! Swoosh!
When the flying sword struck out, Feng Aotian's body quickly moved forward. When the two flying swords met, he finally arrived beside the long-robed Daoist in a few flashes. By the time the bearded Daoist realized that Feng Aotian's figure had disappeared, it was already too late. Just as he reacted, he saw Feng Aotian's fist smashing towards his lower abdomen. He immediately panicked, but there was nothing he could do. Although his cultivation was much higher than Feng AoTian's, and in a fair fight, Feng AoTian was definitely not his match, Feng AoTian was a martial cultivator, and he had no understanding of martial arts. He could still handle long-range attacks with ease, but in this kind of close combat situation, he was somewhat at a loss. He could only rely on his body's instinctive reaction and punch to meet it.
"Peng!" "Peng!"
The two fists collided with a dull explosion. Just as the long-robed Daoist's fist met Feng Aotian's fist, he felt a huge force surging from Feng Aotian's fist. The enormous power made his hand hurt. The saddest thing was that his fist only blocked Feng Aotian's fist for a while and did not have much effect at all. Feng Aotian's fist did not reduce its momentum and directly smashed into his dantian. The long-robed Daoist was knocked back dozens of meters before he stabilized himself in the air. He looked a little embarrassed. There was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. He was obviously slightly injured.
One of them had been accumulating strength for a long time, while the other had rushed to meet him based on his body's instinctive reaction. The difference in essence was too great. If it was not for the fact that the cultivation of the long-robed Daoist was much higher than Feng Aotian's, he would have been seriously injured by this punch to his dantian. Instead, he only suffered some minor injuries.
Feng Aotian had just sent the leader of the long-robed Daoists flying with a punch when he felt a powerful force coming at him from behind. In a moment of desperation, he could only quickly dodge and move his body sideways, moving dozens of meters to the left at an extremely fast speed. By the time he managed to dodge the powerful force, his thin shirt was already drenched in cold sweat. He felt a sharp pain in his right rib. Upon closer inspection, there was a bloody hole in his right rib. Some of his flesh was protruding outwards. It was a shocking sight. His originally snow-white casual clothes were now in tatters.
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