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Chapter 444: A mess, two kills with flying swords
For the masters of the Eight-Story Tower, a hundred feet was just a short distance and the attack was unavoidable. Xu Shengtian had made the decision in a flash.

In his left hand, a treasure that looked like a tangled mess of tentacles flew out and was thrown fiercely towards Liu Xianfeng and Jiao Teng, who were caught by him using divine light and were hundreds of feet away.

The treasure named "Ghost-Seeing Sorrow" turned into an irregular black and red mist, which wrapped up the two pale-faced women and rolled to the far end of the fork in the street where blood balls exploded with "bang bang". The farther away from the battlefield where they were being attacked from both sides, the better.

What they will face next is a cruel life and death situation, which will prevent them from taking care of the two girls.

He didn't want his uncle to be distracted by Liu Xianfeng.

Otherwise, with Uncle San's miraculous ability to escape by turning into an invisible phantom and escaping into nothingness, he would have turned into a phantom in the sky and escaped as soon as the attack was launched. He would not have been easily locked up by the sword light and forced to passively take the beating as an illusionist.

A trace of miserable smile appeared on Xu Shengtian's lips, and he used his mind to activate the strongest protection of the "Mountain and River Moving Divine Armor". Blue and red divine light ripples burst out, swirling and spreading from his body, and he rushed towards the surging ice-blue waterfall without hesitation.

He had never fought so hard before.

Relying on his uncle behind him, he dared not and could not retreat.

In such a hurry, it is not possible to make full use of the Shinto's means of leveraging force.

He made a weird magic gesture with his left hand, and shouted loudly without caring about his carefree and uninhibited demeanor.

"Master, help me..."

"Boom", the ice-blue waterfall hit fiercely, and the dazzling light formed by the interweaving of blue and red divine light ripples formed a strong and mysterious light shield, about two feet high. They consumed each other and persisted for about five breaths. Under the crushing of wave after wave of overlapping mana, they finally couldn't hold on and were engulfed and submerged.

The violent icy blue was like a torrent bursting through a dam, sweeping away everything with unstoppable force.

The broad and beautiful streets, the densely packed shops and houses were quickly destroyed and frozen, reduced to a ruin of ice crystals.

In the blink of an eye, it spread to a distance of hundreds of feet and was still spreading in all directions at a terrifying speed.

Xu Yuanchang bought precious time for counterattack. The jade pendant that Mu Xiaoxiao gave him to save his life had already transformed into ancient green runes surrounding his body, fluttering like a living thing, and dispelling the oncoming sword light.

When he saw his nephew using the treasure to take Liu Xianfeng and the other person away from here, he suddenly calmed down.

In his hand appeared the three-inch flying sword that was crystal clear and had a tiny crack on it.

He did not consider which force had sent out the two Eight-Layered Tower masters to kill him in the Flower Realm, nor did he waste time trying to figure out where he and his nephew had gone wrong, and why they were still being targeted even after changing their appearances.

That was all after you had survived a life-and-death situation.

He knew that his nephew would use himself as a shield to block the sneak attack from behind for a moment.

The magic power in his body seemed to be burning, and his usually gentle face looked a little ferocious. His mind was immersed in a state of tranquility and concentration. His magic power and soul power poured violently into the three-inch flying sword. He swung his right hand forward, and the flying sword turned into a bright line.

"Bang", he destroyed with overwhelming force the sharp sword rainbow that was delayed three feet away by the ancient green runes, and rescued himself from the threat of having his soul locked.

The flying sword flowed with a light that matched the mysteries of heaven and earth, and distorted ripples appeared in the space wherever it passed.

The speed was so fast that the sword light disappeared into the air.

The thin man in brown clothes was stunned three hundred feet away. He looked down at his chest, where a fist-sized hole appeared.

He could see through the hole and see the bloody scene of heavy casualties on the street behind him.

It was a masterpiece created by him.

Guan Shixing couldn't believe his eyes. What kind of freak or monster was this guy he was going to deal with?

A mere seventh-floor illusionist had the means to resist an eighth-level swordsman for a moment. This could be explained by the fact that the boy had a life-saving talisman left by his master. However, a random sword strike would shatter the flying sword magic weapon that he was preparing to attack.
It also left him, an eighth-rank swordsman, with nowhere to hide.

What the hell again?

He came in a hurry and was worried about losing the opportunity, so he had very limited knowledge about the target he was going to assassinate.

He vaguely felt that he was being used by his master or Senior Brother He and others.

Otherwise, after he made his move, how could there be another master from the Eighth Floor who would perform the secret ice-moving technique "Mysterious Crystal Cold Waterfall" to cooperate with him in launching a pincer attack?
Things are unusual, there are not so many coincidences.

He could not control his rapidly fading vitality, blood spurted out of every pore, and he fell to his knees on the jade street with a plop. The sword energy raged through his body, and his Nascent Soul and his spirit could not escape at all, and they were shattered into dust one after another.

The man in brown fell to the ground with a bang, and his cracked eyes widened.

A thin piece of human skin magic weapon fell from his face and broke into pieces.

Xu Yuanchang used the flying sword given by the sword immortal to kill a sword master cleanly and neatly. His face returned to indifference, and within three breaths, he grasped the three-inch flying sword that appeared in his hand again.

There were three more cracks on the sword's spine, which looked shocking.

He was just about to swing his sword towards the third-floor window a hundred feet away when he saw a blue figure there, and his heart began to beat again.

"Chiu", a shocking and sharp roar came from the side ten miles away.

He turned his head and looked carefully, and saw an eighth-rank archer holding a bow and arrow standing on the roof.

Arrows came like strings of pearls, coming one after another.

He didn't have time to think. Just when he was dealing with the sword cultivator, the archer had already locked onto him. It was a life-and-death situation with no way out. One thing led to another. Who knew how many tricks were waiting for him?
He poured his magic power and soul power into the flying sword, and facing the arrow light that was as dazzling as the sun, he threw the flying sword out.

His mind was focused and the flying sword's light was pulsating, drawing an arc like a swimming fish.

With a few "bang bang bang" sounds, three arrows exploded in the air, and fragments flew everywhere.

It stirred up a series of violent gusts of wind.

The originally calm and composed archer's expression changed drastically. He grabbed the black bow and flew up into the sky for his life. No matter how high the reward was, it was not as important as his own life.

He was filled with regret. The strange boy had just swung out a mysterious flying sword that pierced Guan Shixing. He thought he had found an opportunity to launch a sneak attack.

There is an old saying among archers, "The arrow is on the string and has to be shot." He took advantage of the opportunity created by Guan Shixing's life and decisively locked onto the boy. If he didn't take action, he would alert the enemy.

He had planned everything but missed one thing and blocked the flying sword for the guy named Leng at the window.

He should have acted a little slower. What a miscalculation.

The archer shot through the air, wanting to escape as far as possible.

Xu Yuanchang did not go to see the result. He was not sure of killing the archer as they were at some distance. Moreover, he acted hastily and the magic power he infused was slightly insufficient. The rest could only be left to the three-inch flying sword itself. When he turned back to pull his nephew out of the predicament, it was too late.

The violent icy blue poured down and flooded over him, and he turned into a gentle breeze and suddenly disappeared on the spot.

The blue-clothed figure at the window was so scared that he retreated when the flying sword was launched. When he appeared again, he was ten miles away in the south. He moved to a high altitude without hesitation, secretly rejoicing that his friend would die rather than him.

The mission has completely failed. Any further hesitation will only result in the loss of one's life.

The information provided by the seller did not mention that the target boy had such a deadly treasure. "How dare you, who dares to kill in the flower world!"

"Quick, activate Yunchang City's 'Flower Protection Formation'. We can't let the murderer get away!"

Several figures appeared in the sky above the Anxiang Hall and the Teleportation Hall one after another. Amidst the shouts, two of them chased high into the sky, one flashed to the battle scene, and the other two made hand gestures to open a formation that was rarely used for a thousand years.

More seventh-level flower fairies and spirits flew into the air, forming a formation and surrounding this side.

The Flower Realm is the recognized "Pure Land" of the seven realms in the upper realm. No disputes are allowed, otherwise everyone will rise up and attack it.

Such a brutal battle that destroyed an entire street and shops had not happened in the flower world for almost two thousand years. The several eighth-level flower demons guarding Yunshang City were extremely angry.

There are large-scale fixed restrictions on the street surface, which have been destroyed like this. The criminals are simply unscrupulous.

Xu Yuanchang's figure flashed and appeared above the rolling violent ice blue. Seeing that the flying flower demon man had a bad look on his face, he hurriedly explained: "I am Xu Yuanchang from Fangcun Mountain Territory, and we were ambushed and besieged by several thugs from the Eight-story Building."

He took out his ID card and showed it to the flower demon man.

"Please help rescue them quickly."

The ancient green runes on his body fluttered and fell towards the ruins five hundred feet away. He waved his hand and pulled with the magic rope.

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"Whoosh", Xu Shengtian, who was wrapped in thick ice crystals and still emitting faint blue and red divine light, was thrown into the air.

The Yin-Yang flames swirled and burned, and the ice crystals melted without anyone controlling them.

Xu Shengtian's face turned pale, and he shivered all over as he shouted, "It's so cold... so cold, I almost froze to death. The divine armor that Master gave me... is so useless!"

When Xu Yuanchang saw that his nephew still had the time to complain, he immediately knew that he was fine, and released his spiritual sense to search for the whereabouts of Liu Xianfeng and Jiao Teng.

He was extremely anxious, but his mind was unusually calm at the moment.

The flower demon man kept muttering "Xu Yuanchang" and his face suddenly changed. He was the culprit who caused the old monster Le of Dongyou Sect to be affected by the time magic. He hurriedly sent a flying sword to notify the old ancestor Xiyue of Chaohuazhou.

"Bang", a corpse fell from the sky and landed heavily on the street thirty miles away.

The deceased was still holding the carved black bow tightly in his hand, his chest was pierced, and he died with his eyes open.

The flower demon man was startled, he recognized the divine archer, there were only two people in the entire upper realm who had practiced the archery to the eighth level, the dead man in front of him was nicknamed "Bow Snake", he was a rare independent cultivator, he often roamed in the two upper realms, he was notorious and powerful.

A bright light flashed and fell into Xu Yuanchang's hands.

Xu Yuanchang took a quick glance and saw that the three-inch flying sword was covered with cracks, which seemed to be naturally formed.

He did not care about the pain of the sword immortal's spiritual power contained in the flying sword being used up. He put away the useless flying sword and flashed to a place three miles away. Lifelike ice sculptures stood everywhere on the streets, with different expressions of fear on their faces. Some of them still had a faint vitality. There was almost no survivor among the ice sculptures within three miles of the center of the battlefield.

He quickly used the Yin-Yang Fire to dig out the black and red mess covered in the ice crystal. It had been frozen by the extreme cold, and he could feel a subtle breath flowing from inside.

He carried a bunch of mess about a meter in size and landed in front of his nephew who was still stamping his feet, shaking his arms and cursing.

"Untie it quickly and see what's inside?"

"open!"

Xu Shengtian let out a roar, and the mess of hair slowly squirmed, making a sharp sound of ice cracking.

His master had already upgraded and modified several treasures he had found in the lower world before, making them suitable for his current level of cultivation. The Ghost-Seeing Sorrow was a seventh-level treasure that he could use with ease for both offense and defense.

As the tangled ball dispersed, Liu Xianfeng and Jiao Teng were revealed, covered with a thin layer of ice crystals. However, Jiao Teng's condition was not right. There was a finger-sized wound on his chest, and there was frozen green liquid on his back. Below his waist, the liquid turned into crystal liquid.

Xu Yuanchang was busy using the Yin-Yang Fire to carefully melt the ice crystals.

Xu Shengtian was a little dumbfounded and shouted, "How could this happen? How did Jiao Teng...get hurt?"

The ice crystals on Liu Xianfeng's body disappeared, and she woke up all of a sudden, crying, "Hurry up and save Sister Jiao Teng, she was hit by a stray arrow fragment."

In the gloomy Yunchang City, the flower-protecting formation sparkled brightly in the sun and finally rose.

Two other eighth-level flower demons rushed here.

After a few brief exchanges of words with the flower demon man, he roughly understood the situation.

A disaster was caused by the human disaster named "Xu Yuanchang", but they could not speak ill of him, not even harsh words. Fortunately, the three monks from the Eighth Floor, including Gongshe, who launched the sneak attack, did not succeed, otherwise, if that bad-tempered and powerful crazy scholar blamed them, the whole flower world would probably tremble.

Xu Yuanchang hurriedly took out a top-grade life-extending pill and injected it into the body of the Jiao Teng, which was slowly disintegrating after the ice crystals melted, in an attempt to save the life of the Jiao Teng, which had suffered an unexpected disaster.

The fragments of the arrows from the eighth-rank archer were incredibly powerful, and affected Jiao Teng, who was only at the sixth-rank cultivation level. Coupled with the eighth-rank violent ice-blue impact, Jiao Teng's life was hanging by a thread. Even though he was given a life-extending elixir, it was not the right medicine. The top-grade elixir prepared for the cultivators could not exert its due effect on the spirit, and he watched its vitality slip away quickly.

"What should I do? Why hasn't my master arrived yet?"

Xu Shengtian was extremely anxious. When he was in the lower world, Jiao Teng was a member of their team.

After going through life and death many times, he had already regarded Jiao Teng as his own.

"Friend Xu, can you let me take a look at her injuries? I am Hua Shuai Yushao, the garrison commander of Yunshang Town."

Seeing Xu Yuanchang and his companions, who were worried about the life of a sixth-level spirit and had used a top-grade elixir, an eighth-level flower demon woman with a peony-shaped flower on her forehead spoke.

The other two eighth-level flower fairies, leading many seventh-level flower fairies and spirits, were busy digging out the frozen flower fairies, monks, and demon cultivators who could still be saved, and quickly melting the ice crystals. It was a good thing to save as many people as possible.

The Yunchang City was affected by the explosion of sword light, cold waterfalls and arrows, covering an area of ​​more than ten miles. Even countless shops that were protected by formations and prohibitions were destroyed.

Xu Yuanchang quickly gave up his seat and clasped his fists, saying, "I'm very grateful for your trouble, Marshal Yu Shaohua."

Yu Shao said, "Fellow Daoist Xu, you are too polite. This Jiao Teng spirit is a member of the flower cultivators in my flower world. I should thank you."

She flicked her fingers a few times, and a few spots of light emitting a medicinal fragrance shot out, which immediately stopped the loss of vitality in the dragon vine.

"Don't worry, everyone. He will definitely be saved. Except for the loss of his cultivation level, he will need to recuperate for a few more years."

"Thank you, Marshal Yu Shaohua, for coming to the rescue."

Liu Xianfeng cried with joy, and the worry on her little face was heartbreaking.

"As you should. I'll take a look at you too, to make sure the cold doesn't get into your body and cause you to get sick in the future."

Yu Shaohua Shuai reached out and helped Liu Xianfeng up, speaking gently.

She could of course tell that the tree spirit in front of her had already left the flower world, but she wanted to do a favor for Brother Xu.

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(End of this chapter)