100 Chapters Narrow Victory

n face them with ease.” 。If it weren't for the appearance of my junior brother Wuguan, I'm afraid our situation would be dire. 。“The middle-aged, round-faced monk was full of passion as he spoke abou...The middle-aged man in green saw the swarming ants and couldn't help but curse. It was understandable that he had a magic artifact, after all, many Foundation Establishment cultivators would give their most promising descendants powerful weapons for self-defense to avoid accidents. But to have a magic artifact and be a worm cultivator at the same time, and even raise a third-tier peak leopard spirit beast! He'd never seen any Qi Refining cultivator with such terrifying strength.

"Die!" The elderly man with a hooked nose, seeing Lu Xiaoteng consecutively release spirit insects and spirit beasts to hold back his two younger brothers, became enraged. He controlled the sword array and launched a more aggressive attack. His intention was to eliminate Lu Xiaoteng in a short time, otherwise, the situation would become extremely unfavorable for him.

Now trapped within the sword formation, there was no escape without breaking it. Lu Xia Tian took a deep breath, facing the spirit swords that crisscrossed from four directions. He only managed to draw three whips in time. One of the spirit swords couldn't be blocked at all. It flashed past his waist like lightning.

Eagle Hook's nose lit up, but the smile quickly froze on his face. Looking at Lu Xia Tian, he saw a silk spirit armor exposed from the cut on his mouth. His spirit sword had only left a shallow notch on it.

"Top-grade defensive spirit armor!" The old man with the hooked nose spat out these words resentfully. If it weren't for this spirit armor, Lu Xia Tian would be either dead or severely injured right now.

Although the Ice Silk Silkworm Armor blocked the spirit sword from piercing his body, the force of the opponent's spirit sword was fully applied to his body. Even after cushioning some of it, he was shaken so badly by the impact that he felt like vomiting blood. The hawk-nosed elder's sword array was extremely sharp. This was the first time he had been forced into such a desperate situation. If it weren't for this spirit armor, even with the Demon Binding Rope in hand, he would have been slain by the hawk-nosed elder.

If I had known beforehand, I would have brought the black dagger with me. Although the old man with the hawk nose's sword formation was formidable, it wouldn't be able to withstand the attacks of two weapons simultaneously. I thought only using a weapon could deflect an attack from another weapon, but it seems I was too narrow-minded.

However, Lu Xiaotiao had no time to regret at this moment. The eagle-hooked nose elder's sword formation attack was getting faster and faster. Four spiritual swords attacked from different angles, sometimes attacking together, sometimes attacking in succession. Lu Xiaotiao did his best but could only block three of them. In the blink of an eye, after a column of incense had passed, he had been struck by four or five swords, and the ice silk silkworm armor on his body was also cut open one or two times. The continuous control of magic weapons consumed a lot of mana. Lu Xiaotiao took out a middle-grade spirit stone from the barrier. Although the middle-grade spirit stone was very precious, at this time, he couldn't care less.

“Roar...” Feeling Lu Xiaoteng's danger, the leopard became abnormally agitated and launched a furious attack on the burly man. However, the burly man was also quite capable. The leopard's hasty attacks allowed him to inflict two bloody wounds on its body. As for the other battlefield, although the shadow ants numbered in the hundreds, enough to pose a fatal threat to some cultivators at the peak of the Qi Refining stage, they lacked leadership and did not demonstrate much killing power at this time, but they were barely holding back the middle-aged man in green robes.

Fidgeting nervously, he naturally still had some tricks up his sleeve to turn the situation around. However, they were all prepared for the Crimson Forbidden Zone. With entry into the Crimson Forbidden Zone imminent, using them now would leave no time for replenishment.

With a whoosh, the Binding Demon Rope once again drew out a leading spiritual sword. Suddenly, the radiance of the four spiritual swords forming the array dimmed slightly, and their power noticeably weakened. Lu Xia Tian was startled at first, then overjoyed. It seemed that even though the four spiritual swords forming the sword formation had a durability several times stronger than a single sword, they still had limits. After dozens of strikes against the Binding Demon Rope, they finally couldn't hold on any longer.

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The killing intent of the sword formation suddenly weakened, and the elderly man with an eagle-hooked nose was also taken aback. He had never fought against a cultivator who wielded artifacts before, but now after clashing with Lu Xia Tian, he initially held the upper hand. Coupled with his greed for artifacts, he had made up his mind to kill him.

The few flying swords of the Xiao Si Xiang Jian Formation could withstand attacks for so long because when one sword was attacked, the damage could be distributed to the other swords. However, despite this, there was still an insurmountable gap between spiritual weapons and magical artifacts. Moreover, he had heard that magical artifacts consumed a tremendous amount of mana.

Seeing that Lü Xiaotiān actually took out a middle-grade spirit stone, he couldn't help but curse inwardly. This young man had countless hidden cards. Although the spiritual armor in front of him was already broken, it would still take several blows to completely destroy it, and at this time, his most reliant fourth elephant sword formation was already unable to hold on. The other two sworn brothers were still entangled with the leopard and the swarm of shadow ants. The old man with a hooked nose regretted it deeply. He knew that he shouldn't have targeted this young cultivator. Now, even his four top-grade spirit swords had suffered considerable damage. It was truly a case of losing the chicken and getting the rice.

But even the old man with the hooked nose was quite accomplished. At first glance, it seemed hopeless to win, and he might even be defeated by the opponent. He immediately roared, “Third brother, fourth brother! This kid is too formidable, let's get out of here!”

“Can you leave” Lu Xia Tian snorted angrily. He naturally saw through the opponent’s sword formation shifting from strong to weak, so he wouldn't let this old man just walk away. His wrist shook, and the binding demon rope in mid-air flashed several times, striking several spirit swords consecutively.

A faint sound rang out, and one of the spirit swords first showed a tiny crack on its blade.

The hook-nosed old man was horrified and cried out, "I'll fight you to the death!"

Although he said so, the man abruptly retreated, not even bothering to retrieve those heavily damaged spirit swords. The middle-aged man in green and the short man were terrified, but they were trapped by the flower leopard and the ant swarm, unable to escape for a moment.

Lu Xia Tian's heart was steady, and the Binding Demon Rope drew out again.

With a clatter, the four spirit swords could no longer hold, and shattered one after another like mirrors, falling from the sky as countless fragments.

It was too late to try and escape now. Lu Xia Tian threw out the Binding Demon Rope with a flick of his wrist, catching up to the Eagle Hook Nosed Elder in a flash. The Eagle Hook Nosed Elder was startled and took out a spirit blade from his storage pouch, hacking relentlessly, but without the sword formation, a mere ordinary spiritual artifact was no match for the Binding Demon Rope.

“Bind!” Lu Xia Tian shouted coldly. The Binding Rope whipped out in two strikes, instantly disarming the Eagle Hook Nose Elder’s spirit blade. The ten-zhang long rope forcefully wrapped around the Eagle Hook Nose Elder. The Binding Rope was woven from ice silkworm threads and bloodsucking vines, mixed with numerous spiritual creatures. Fine thorns were embedded on the light silk drawn from the bloodsucking vines, capable of draining blood. It was extremely domineering. Once it bound the Eagle Hook Nose Elder, the thorns pierced his skin.

"Third brother, Fourth brother, save me!" the Eagle-hooked nose old man cried out in terror. However, as soon as he finished speaking, the old man let out a scream, and his entire body began to wither at an alarming speed. The Binding Demon Rope that had been sucking blood and flesh seemed to have taken on a tinge of crimson.

Lu Xia Tian frowned, the Binding Demon Rope was surprisingly domineering.

“Brother!” The middle-aged man in green and the short man cried out in despair, their fighting spirit gone. They turned to flee, but were relentlessly pursued by the leopard and shadow ants.

Lu Xia Tian reached out and drew the old man with the hooked nose's storage bag towards him. At the same time, he flung out dozens of wind blades. The two people, who were too preoccupied to pay attention, were cut into pieces.

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After taking care of a few people, Lu Xia Tian hesitated no longer and directly released the Linghe, returning to Lingxiao Palace Market at the fastest speed.Once entering a region of blood mist, the mist continuously condenses within it. A wounded soul that retreats into the blood mist vanishes from sight, or perhaps remains suspended within this expanse...