Six Realms Immortal Emperor

Seeing Dongfang Siyu's formidable strength, the dark-faced man tried to persuade her to relax and be less cautious with his words, but Dongfang Siyu was not swayed by his tactics at all.

Do you think I'm a three-year-old?!

"Hmph! You don't know what's good for you. Let's see how long you can keep this up!"

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The three of them exerted their strength simultaneously, striking the Purple Soft Sword with a sword, a saber, and a fist. Dongfang Siyu's sword momentum faltered, and the three of them quickly escaped their predicament.

The three of them must have trained together for a long time, and their teamwork was excellent, with attacks coming one after another in a continuous stream.

Dongfang Siyu immediately fell into a disadvantageous position, and could only protect herself with the Misty Wave Illusionary Movement Technique. In the crisis, she used the Misty Wave Illusionary Movement Technique to save herself and barely managed to cope.

However, the three cultivators launched a fierce attack, putting a lot of pressure on Dongfang Siyu.

The immense pressure made Dongfang Siyu breathless. The longer the battle went on, the more exhausted she became, and even her movements slowed down.

A hint of joy appeared in the eyes of the three inner disciples, who exclaimed, "Haha, how was it, Dongfang Siyu!"

"I absolutely cannot lose!" Dongfang Siyu encouraged herself, and she persevered with all her might.

bass!

With a soft sound, the disciple wielding the sword seized the opportunity and stabbed Dongfang Siyu.

Dongfang Siyu wasn't about to let him succeed. She subtly shifted her body, narrowly avoiding his sword, but her clothes were pierced, revealing her fair and delicate skin.

"Hehe! Drop your soft sword right now, admit defeat immediately, and we brothers might let you serve us a little longer before you die!"

Dongfang Siyu, her cheeks slightly flushed and her body covered in fragrant sweat, screamed, "Die!" and began her frenzied attack.

Divine Light of All Things!

Sweep through the enemy ranks!

This is applying movement techniques to swordplay; Dongfang Siyu unleashed all her ultimate moves, attacking only the person in front of her.

puff puff!

The person attacked by Dongfang Siyu was the strongest. He was shocked and quickly retreated, but his body was still pierced by her domineering sword energy, leaving several bloody holes.

"How dare you hurt our leader! You're dead!" The other two were furious and launched an even fiercer attack on Dongfang Siyu.

Just then, the sound of rapid hoofbeats approached.

"Three grown men bullying a weak woman, aren't they afraid of being laughed at!" The speaker was none other than Xu Jingtian, who had returned!

As he spoke, he punched the horse's back, then leaped off and lashed out with his whip, striking the rumps of the two horses behind him. The horses, in pain, broke into a gallop and bolted forward.

"Get out of here!"

"court death!"

The three cried out in alarm as the charging horse disrupted their encirclement. The horse didn't care about their cultivation levels; it just kept charging forward. If they didn't dodge, they would surely run into its hooves.

Pfft!Pfft!Pfft!

The three men retreated angrily, their attacks continuing. The poor horses suffered greatly; one lost both its fore and hind legs, and another had its neck cleanly severed, both collapsing to the ground, spitting blood.

"Well done!"

Taking advantage of this brief moment, Dongfang Siyu felt a sudden relief from the pressure. With a flourish of her sword, she moved with her sword, locking onto the dark-faced man who had just been injured.

Just now, when it was three against one, they were still in the lead, but now, in a one-on-one situation, the dark-faced man was clearly no match for them.

"Ah!" The dark-faced man, who had been injured by her earlier and had already lost the initiative, turned ashen-faced with fright and hurriedly retreated. He didn't want to be stabbed a few more times by the purple soft sword.

"Haha, a sage points the way!" At this critical moment, a sharp shout came from behind the dark-faced man, and he immediately felt a threat to the back of his head.

It was Xu Jingtian who arrived shortly after, who lashed out at the back of his head with his horsewhip.

"You little brat, you're asking for death!" The dark-faced man was enraged and, without even turning around, swept his hands behind him.

In fact, with Xu Jingtian's current martial arts skills, even if he used the Misty Wave Illusionary Movement Technique, it would not pose a threat to him. It could only cause him some physical pain, after all, the difference in their cultivation levels was too great.

However, the dark-faced man was restrained by Dongfang Siyu in front of him, and he would die by the sword if he was not careful. He also could not tell how strong the attack from behind was. In particular, when he heard "the immortal points the way", he was so frightened that he hurriedly fought back.

With a snap, the dark-faced man's palm struck the tip of the whip precisely. Powerful spiritual energy immediately flowed into the whip, causing the straight whip to curl and swing backward like a snake bitten on the tail.

puff!

Xu Jingtian, who was tightly gripping the riding whip, staggered as if he had been severely injured, spitting out a mouthful of blood, and the whip flew out of his hand. The difference between mortals and cultivators was immense; the gap in strength between him and the black-faced man was not small at all, and he immediately suffered a great loss.

If it weren't for the beads on his wrist sensing the danger and absorbing most of the spiritual energy that had invaded his body, he probably would have collapsed to the ground and never gotten up.

Just as the dark-faced man was about to gloat, a flash of golden light appeared in front of him, revealing the tip of a sword. Dongfang Siyu was not about to let him succeed. Taking advantage of his distraction while attacking behind him, she suddenly darted forward and thrust her sword out, aiming precisely at the dark-faced man's neck.

It's that move, "The Immortal Points the Way"!

The dark-faced man's hands were still behind his back, and he was still in a retreating state. Even though he saw the deadly sword flashing towards him, he was unable to break free.

"Die!" Dongfang Siyu cried out, unleashing a burst of sword energy. Her purple soft sword immediately wrapped around the black-faced man's neck, leaving a bright red mark.

"Ah!" the dark-faced man cried out and fell to the ground, clutching his wound as blood gushed out like a fountain.

"You! You!..." The dark-faced man stared intently at Dongfang Siyu, his eyes filled with fear and endless resentment, but he couldn't utter a word. Finally, his head lolled to the side, his hands fell limply, his eyes wide open, lifeless, with only blood still flowing from his neck.

"Big brother!"

In the blink of an eye, one of the three was gone, and the remaining two cried out in unison, but it was too late to save him.

"Go!" the two shouted, leaping across nearly two zhang of space, attacking with hatred in their eyes, their swords and blades coming at once.

In an instant, spiritual energy, sword energy, and saber energy raged.

Dongfang Siyu had just killed the black-faced man and exhausted her spiritual energy. At this moment, she knew she was being attacked from both sides, but she was powerless to resist the two men's hateful attack.

"Young Miss!" Seeing that things were going badly, Xu Jingtian disregarded his injuries and used the Illusionary Wave Movement Technique to forcefully crash into one of them.

"Get out of my way!" In the critical moment, the man was both angry and anxious, so he had to free one hand and slap him hard on the shoulder.

The man used most of his spiritual power to deal with Dongfang Siyu, so he only used less than 20% of his strength in the palm strike aimed at Xu Jingtian.

"Huh!" He thought he could kill Xu Jingtian with one palm strike, but when he struck down, it was as if he had hit a rock. Not only did his palm hurt, but the force of Xu Jingtian's charge also made him lose his aim.

Xu Jingtian was thrown into the air by his palm strike and fell several feet away, his fate unknown.

"Xu Jingtian!" Dongfang Siyu's heart trembled, but she was too late to save him. Taking advantage of the opportunity, she quickly swung the purple soft sword in her hand backward.

She knew perfectly well that her life and Xu Jingtian's life were entirely in her own hands; success or failure hinged on this moment!

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With a crisp striking sound, the Purple Soft Sword lived up to expectations, successfully hitting the opponent's sword and neutralizing their fierce attack.

Taking advantage of the situation, Dongfang Siyu twisted her delicate body, her purple soft sword even more powerful than before, opening and closing left and right, desperately entangling with the opponent's sword and blade.

On the other hand, the two opponents, who had been slightly ahead just now, were now losing their strongest member and were no match for Dongfang Siyu, gradually falling into a disadvantageous position.

Dongfang Siyu knew that the longer the time dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for her. Now that the threat behind her had been eliminated, she had no more scruples. She unleashed the full power of her Purple Soft Sword, spitting out sword energy that actually encircled both of them.

The two attacked from all sides, but couldn't shake off the attack and were constantly in danger. After fighting for so long, their spiritual energy was almost completely depleted. If it weren't for Dongfang Siyu's relentless attacks and the Purple Soft Sword relentlessly targeting them like a death warrant, they could have taken a few pills to replenish their spiritual energy.

"Ah!" Xu Jingtian had gotten up from the ground without anyone noticing. This was the first time he had ever seen cultivators fighting, and he was immediately stunned.

"Are you alright?" Dongfang Siyu finally felt relieved when she saw Xu Jingtian stand up again.

"Don't worry, Miss, I'm not going to die!" Xu Jingtian said through gritted teeth, enduring the pain.

Strangely enough, the opponent's blow just now probably had the force of four or five hundred pounds. If it were an ordinary person, they would have been knocked to the ground long ago, and would have been seriously injured even if they were not dead. But Xu Jingtian only felt that his bones were sore all over, and they were almost falling apart, especially his shoulders, which were almost numb and unable to move. Apart from that, he did not feel anything wrong.