"Dare you ask Miss Li, are you a cultivator in the God-Stage Practice?"

Taking advantage of the time when Liang Feixue refined the flying sword, Chen Jianru asked at Li Xiumiao with fists.

"I have not concealed my cultivation." Li Xiumiao replied.

Li Xiumiao's cultivation is clearly placed there, which is the middle stage of practicing Gang.

"Since that's the case... then the spell you just cast should be only the second level." Chen Jianru frowned and thought.

"That's right." Li Xiumiao admitted generously.

"If you say that, the defensive magic array should be just a second-level temporary defensive magic array." Chen Jianru looked up at the light curtain on the top of the mountain.

"That's right, although the formation light curtain covers the entire top of the mountain, it's just a sign of emptiness." Li Xiumiao said with approval.

"Okay... Junior Brother Liang will refine the flying sword in a while, and we will break their formation light curtain with the power of the battle formation." Chen Jianru said with an excited look on his face.

Li Xiumiao nodded.

"Master...it's useless to break this light curtain, we won't go up." Zhang Zhenlong interrupted.

Chen Jianru glanced at his particularly annoying disciple, and after thinking about it, he still didn't scold him.

It’s not because what Zhang Zhenlong said is correct, but because Chen Jianru doesn’t want to argue with a fool.

Forget it... Zhenlong has no bad intentions, he is just a little stupid. He taught such a disciple that he didn't know what evil he had committed in his previous life.

Just when Chen Jianru was depressed, the light curtain on the top of the mountain flashed, and the man appeared again just now.

Fang Delin appeared outside the formation. He looked at Li Xiumiao with a resentful look on his face, and then glanced at Liang Feixue who was refining his flying sword.

Fang Delin's heart is bleeding.

As a direct descendant of the Fang family, he is qualified to match the top-grade flying sword in the Gang period. You should know that many casual cultivators in the late stage of the God-Skilling are still using the top-grade flying sword. Now that he has lost the Musheng sword, Fang Delin doesn’t know how to explain to the family.

"Hmph!" Fang Delin snorted coldly, put away the battle-free flag hanging on the cliff, and then took out a letter with a slap in the storage bag.

Whoosh!

Cowhide letters flew down from the top of the mountain.

Li Xiumiao raised his hand to use it as a wise man to take over the cowhide letter.

There are two words "War Book" written on the cover of the letter.

After taking apart the cowhide envelope, Li Xiumiao took out a letter with the undried ink marks and read it out loudly in public.

"You rely on your cultivation to bully the juniors of our clan and take away the flying swords of my juniors."

"shameful!"

"I am a mid-level monk in the God stage. How dare you fight alone!?"

"If you don't dare, you will immediately return the Mu Sheng sword. This matter will not be investigated. Otherwise, if you wash your neck, I will take the head of your neck."

"The signer: Ma Zitian."

After reading the war book, Li Xiumiao shook the letter and said loudly: "I'll take the challenge and call out the person named Ma."

Hearing this, Fang Delin looked stunned.

This is the expression when I saw Fang Delin.

"Hahahaha..." Li Xiumiao suddenly burst into laughter.

Li Xiumiao shook the letter in his hand and said, "You wrote this challenge book, right? Isn't it? I pretended to be that Ma Zitian wanted to blackmail us with his mid-stage cultivation level in the God-Skilling God to get the flying sword? Hahahaha... You can think of it!"

"Li Xiumiao! Don't be arrogant. Elder Ma is practicing the mid-stage cultivation level of the gods. If he is old, um... he..." As the saying goes, care will be chaotic, Fang Delin stuttered when he said this.

"Then the cultivator in the God-Skilling Stage is not here! Get up the sword formation!" Chen Jianru roared.

"promise!"

More than a hundred monks from the Qingshan Association behind Chen Jianru responded at the same time.

Liang Feixue also temporarily stopped refining the flying sword. He put the storage bag that Mu Sheng Jian had collected, then slapped the storage bag, took out his medium-grade flying sword, and shouted loudly: "Sword formation!"

"promise!"

Hundreds of monks responded in unison.

Chen Jianru and Liang Feixue each sacrificed their flying swords in the air, and behind them, hundreds of Qingshan Clan monks paid attention to the magic power of the flying swords at the same time.

Two medium-grade flying swords with three feet of inspiration were blessed by everyone's magic power.

From three feet to three feet, then from three feet to seven or eight feet.

“Zole!”

Liang Feixue and Chen Jianru shouted loudly at the same time, and two giant flying swords with a surge of inspiration roared towards the top of the mountain.

Fang Delin looked shocked and hurriedly retreated into the formation.

There were two loud bangs.

Two flying swords that are comparable to the full blown attack by cultivators in the God-Skilling Stage, smashed the temporary magic circle arranged on the top of the mountain with just one blow.

The temporary magic array is vulnerable to the mountain protection array that relies on the spiritual veins.

"You are waiting below!" Li Xiumiao said this, and the black light flashed and flew up again.

"Even if the cultivator in the God-State Practice stage is not there, there are more than twenty cultivators in the Gang-State Practice stage!" Chen Jianru said in horror.

"We'll go up and help you!" Liang Feixue said.

"Don't retreat! Stop them from distributing people to attack you!" Li Xiumiao reminded again.

When Li Xiumiao flew to the top of the mountain.

Nearly twenty lights surged into the sky.

Twenty flying swords with flashing lights hovering in the air, and the tip of the sword pointed at Li Xiumiao who was flying over.

When Li Xiumiao's toes just fell to the top of Ziyun Mountain.

Twenty flying swords that were rotating in various colors came like a group of swimming sharks that finally found the target of hunting, and came in a bang.

Li Xiumiao ran on the top of the mountain.

Her speed was amazing, and she was running and leaping after being down to the ground, even above the flying sword.

Body Refining Cultivator!?

More than twenty monks from the Fang family's Gang-stage Cultivator looked solemn.

Everyone in the air inserted the sword technique together, and the movements were neat and uniform, as if playing a symphony with a beautiful melody.

Twenty flying swords of various colors turned one after another, some chasing behind Li Xiumiao; some flew to the sky and detoured from the top of Li Xiumiao's head; some detoured from the left and right sides of Li Xiumiao.

Bang!

Li Xiumiao collided and crashed into the house.

It was a three-story building. When everyone learned that Li Xiumiao had good combat power, they dared not get too close to each other, and their spiritual sense could not completely lock Li Xiumiao.

However, how can a three-story building withstand the encirclement of more than twenty medium-grade flying swords?

Ten flying swords were wandering outside, five flying swords were inserted into the room, and the other five flying swords began to destroy the beams and pillars of the room.

Inside the house.

Li Xiumiao, who was burning with red fire, grabbed a water-blue flying sword with bare hands, and the red flames burned wildly.

In a moment.

The spiritual light on the flying sword was burned by the red flames.

Li Xiumiao did not intend to seize the flying sword, so he did not control the power of the Red Evil Fire at all.

With a clang.

A medium-grade flying sword was almost instantly burned into a piece of scrap iron.

There was a rumbling sound.

A three-story building collapsed.

Smoke and dust are everywhere.

As the smoke rose, Li Xiumiao grabbed two more flying swords.

Rub your hands.

Two more pieces of scrap iron.

In the air.

"My flying sword was taken away!"

"So too is my flying sword!"

"That woman can indeed capture the flying sword."

"Look!"
To be continued...