Cultivation: I can see the proficiency level

Outside the earthen barrier formed by spiritual light.

Bian Dongsheng, who witnessed all of this, was filled with rage. He saw his brother being pierced through the throat by a sword, and he saw Wang Mian collect his brother's magical artifact, pick up the storage bag with his long sword, and refine it in an instant.

"Donglin." The sorrowful voice seemed to carry disbelief.

He was somewhat confused as to why cultivators at the second level of Qi Refining were so difficult to kill. Why was the opponent, despite being severely injured, not kneeling and begging for mercy, but instead fighting desperately to kill his brother?

Fueled by resentment, he cleaved the precarious earthen barrier with his twin swords.

He raised his knife and charged straight at Wang Mian's vitals, his mind solely focused on killing Wang Mian to avenge his brother, completely forgetting his instructions to capture him alive.

"Donglin, you little thief deserve to die." The middle-aged cultivator with the highest cultivation level was entangled by Bai Jiuniang. Bai Jiuniang, who had suffered many injuries, held him back tightly, preventing him from offering any assistance.

For the past two months, it has not been playing all day long, but has been busy cooking, consuming the essence of the sun during the day and the essence of the moon at night. In addition, due to its innate talent, its cultivation level has increased significantly over the past two months.

Only in this way can one maneuver effectively against the other side.

at this time.

The figure who had been attacked and killed by Bai Jiuniang finally stood up, shaking his head, which was still dizzy from the shock. He felt a sharp pain in his chest, an injury inflicted by the Judge's Pen.

Feeling slightly better from his drowsy state, he immediately looked towards the arena.

That one glance met his cousin's unseeing, lifeless eyes.

He froze, his face trembling slightly. Thinking he was imagining things, he looked again and saw the fearful face and the lingering palm print.

"Ah... Donglin... Donglin." Judge Bi propped himself up, his steps unsteady due to his injuries, and crawled closer to the corpse, his fingers touching the still warm blood.

The huge wound torn open by the sword's edge, with blood still flowing out, silently and unequivocally told him that his cousin was dead.

With trembling hands, Bian Dongxu touched Bian Donglin's face. This time, he did not discipline his cousin violently as before. His trembling hands were careful, as if afraid of damaging his remains.

"Donglin... I've let you down... Wait for me, I'll help you get revenge." Bian Dongxu turned back to look at Wang Mian, his eyes already red and filled with hatred.

"Dong Sheng, step aside." Ignoring his injuries, he stood up, and the judge's pen in his hand shone brightly.

The magical artifact hurtled straight toward Wang Mian, its power seemingly intent on smashing him into pieces and dismembering him.

Sensing the immense power of the magical artifact, Wang Mian deeply felt the vast gap between himself and the fourth level of Qi Refining. Even in his prime, he would find it difficult to defeat it, let alone now that his magical power had been depleted by seventy or eighty percent.

He pulled out several Xuanjia Talismans for protection from the looted storage bag, and then pulled out several Rain Arrow Talismans, which he then threw at Bian Donglin.

At this moment, he was extremely grateful that the owner of the storage bag did not have much experience in fighting enemies.

The high-intensity, fast-paced combat from beginning to end left the opponent, who had little experience in life-or-death battles, completely unable to adapt. Before he could even use his talismans, he was killed by Wang Mian.

If the other party had taken out these talismans earlier, he would have been killed seven or eight times over.

Seven or eight rain sword talismans were activated, and countless rain arrows whistled through the air, enveloping the Bian brothers and causing their protective talismans to dim and become ineffective one by one, their spiritual light shattering layer by layer.

The sight of them using his family's talismans to deal with them enraged Bian Dongsheng.

Taking advantage of Bian Donglin's preoccupation with his own problems, Wang Mian attacked the third level of Qi Refining at the edge of the Rain Arrow Talisman. Seeing Wang Mian coming, he also ignored the Rain Arrow and attacked Wang Mian in return.

Seeing the other party's eyes wide with rage, his blade flashing, and charging straight at him, Wang Mian breathed a sigh of relief. He suspected that this person also possessed a considerable number of talismans.

"Dongsheng, use talismans, don't fight head-on," Bian Dongxu's reminder came.

"dream!"

His concern was that the other party might use talismans.

Ignoring the depletion of his magical power, Wang Mian fought fiercely, unleashing a series of deadly moves that repeatedly shattered the few remaining protective auras of his talismans, finally breaking through the last layer of the talisman.

The blade's edge sliced ​​through the last layer of dark blue spiritual light on Wang Mian's body. The Xuanjia Talisman extinguished the last wisp of spiritual light. The long blade cut into Wang Mian's arm. The blade's edge was about to slash diagonally, but it suddenly stopped and gradually dissipated.

Without the magic power to sustain it, the blade revealed its metallic appearance.

Wang Mian's longsword, just before the opponent was about to have his arm severed, pierced his heart and shattered his vibrant, beating soul.

"Dong Sheng!"

"Sheng'er!"

Amidst the mournful cries, the judge's pen was almost within reach. Wang Mian could even feel the deadly threat, making his hair stand on end.

With no more protective charms, Wang Mian had no choice but to pull the corpse pierced by the longsword and use it as a shield in front of him.

The judge's pen, which had lost some of its momentum, still pierced through the corpse that Wang Mian had used as a shield. Wang Mian felt a momentary numbness in his right chest, and when he looked down, he saw that his shoulder had been pierced through.

The blood began to spread little by little, gradually becoming turbulent. Wang Mian swallowed two healing pills and then a spirit-boosting pill. The judge's pen attacked again with hatred.

It went straight for Wang Mian's head.

Bai Jiuniang, who had endured a spear thrust from the middle-aged cultivator, grabbed the powerless Wang Mian before the Judge's Pen struck him and fled from the spot.

The situation on the field is changing.

From the start of the battle until now, only a little over half a quarter of an hour has passed, and Wang Mian is seriously injured and on the verge of death, Bai Jiuniang is slightly injured, Bian Dongxu is seriously injured, two young cultivators from the Bian family have died, and the middle-aged cultivator is unharmed.

Wang Mian wiped the blood that kept spilling from his mouth and put the blood-soaked storage bag into his pocket.

"Second Uncle, don't let him live. Kill him to avenge our cousin." Seeing Wang Mian put away the bloodstained storage bag, Bian Dongxu was furious.

He forgot all his plans, his means of enriching himself, and his qualifications; all he wanted was to kill Wang Mian. He resented Wang Mian, but he resented himself even more.

He blamed himself for being hasty and not preparing adequately. He blamed himself for being careless and not gathering more information.

He blamed himself for his arrogance, for not using talismans to fight the enemy from the start. He also blamed himself for his incompetence, which led to the deaths of his two cousins ​​at Songlin Pool.

He thought he had foreseen everything, but that wasn't the case.

He hadn't anticipated that Wang Mian's cultivation was already close to the third level of Qi Refining, nor that Wang Mian's swordsmanship was so sharp, nor that Wang Mian's desperate fighting was so fierce, nor that Bai Jiuniang's escape speed was many times faster than before.

The arrogant and intelligent Bian Dongxu withdrew his gaze from the two corpses and looked at the dying Wang Mian, his heart filled with uncontrollable killing intent. Dying was not enough; he wanted Wang Mian to really die.

The kind of death that involves being ground to dust, the kind that involves being chopped into mincemeat, the kind that involves having one's soul scattered.

"Ninth Sister, have you seen him?" Wang Mian pointed at Bian Dongxu: "If I die this time, and you also die, then fight to the death and kill him first."

Wang Mian's words caused Bian Zeyan's expression to change slightly.

If this dog demon were to risk his life to kill Bian Dongxu, he might not be able to protect him. He already has two nephews dead, so why would he want to drag Bian Dongxu down with him?

"Haha, let's see how you kill me." Bian Dongxu looked at Wang Mian, whose face was as pale as paper, and said, "A death throes, I want to see how long you can hold out."

Wang Mian sneered.

He truly felt his body growing cold, the kind of cold that made him feel like his blood was about to drain away. For a cultivator with such a strong physique to feel this way, Wang Mian knew that he was about to meet his master.

Healing pills might be useful, but the middle-aged cultivator opposite him wouldn't give him a chance to heal.

He could kill two people, so his death wouldn't be a loss. It's just that he felt sorry for his master, Cangsongzi, because the lineage of Songlintan would be cut off in his generation.

Bai Jiuniang whimpered softly.

It could sense that Wang Mian's aura was gradually weakening, like an ever-burning lamp about to burn out, becoming faint and fleeting.

Hearing the sound, Wang Mian stroked its fur with his cold and somewhat dull hand, and apologized to it in a very faint voice: "Ninth Sister, I'm sorry, I've dragged you into this."

"Waaah~" Bai Jiuniang shook her head, gradually shrinking her enormous demon body so that Wang Mian could lean on her.

It glanced at Bian Dongxu, its killing intent mirroring that in Bian Dongxu's eyes.

If Wang Mian dies, it will fight tooth and nail to kill Bian Dongxu.

Bian Dongxu sneered.

now.

Wang Mian felt his limbs were ice cold, as if his body had fallen into an ice cave. The pain began to disappear, and his body seemed to become lighter, floating up like a feather.

The sounds from the outside world became distant and indistinct, as if he were in a lake and the sounds were on the surface of the water. His vision also began to narrow and gradually darken, and he felt as if his soul was beginning to leave his body.

"Who dares to surround and kill this junior here! Do you think I'm a dead man?" The magical staff came flying through the air and crashed into the array net, creating a loud boom and ripples.

The furious voice of the Iron-Boned Old Man also reached Wang Mian's ears, like an iron chain, forcefully pulling at Wang Mian's will to survive.