Man is in the midst of the mysteries of the spirit, and the flesh is infinitely deduced

He collided head-on with the flying sword that attacked from behind.

clang--

The silver flying sword trembled, and several tiny cracks appeared on it.

But Hei Xuan's situation was even worse. He was broken into two pieces by the collision of two huge forces. His spiritual light dimmed and he was completely scrapped.

The fallen "Xiang Ren" shattered like a point of light.

Not far away, his figure reappeared.

Xiang Ren's forehead was covered in cold sweat and his face turned pale.

A magical jade stone on the chest disappeared into thin air.

He was filled with resentment: "My substitute jade!"

This was a life-saving magic weapon that Xiang Ren had bought at a huge price, but now it was being wasted in a place like this because of a Qi-cultivating cultivator.

"Also, how did he know I wasn't dead?"

If he is caught off guard, this sword is enough to kill this monster!

Anle, who had been tricked in the simulation, naturally would not be tricked again.

Anle still had no intention of talking to Xiang Ren. He put Heixuan into the storage bag and continued to rush towards him in silence.

"You don't even have a magic weapon, what can you use to fight me!"

Xiang Ren smiled cruelly and his body rose into the air.

The art of levitation!

This is a spell that only foundation-building monks can learn, and it is also an important reason why they can fly with swords.

Xiang Ren has become smarter.

He saw that this monster's body was extremely strong, but his spiritual power was weak, he could not fly, and he lacked the means of long-range attack.

Then, as long as you rise into the sky, you will be invincible.

He doesn't even need to do it himself, the practitioners coming from nearby will kill this weirdo.

The commotion just now naturally attracted many monks in the city.

Many Qi practitioners are coming.

In the distance, there is a powerful aura belonging to the foundation building.

People's whispers were heard.

"It's Senior Xiang from the Akabane Sect!"

"Who is so bold as to attack him?"

"It seems to be the rumormonger, but... the outcome seems to have been determined."

The flying sword shuttled back and forth, flashing silver light.

Even though Anle's body was moving back and forth, there were still several scars on his body. Blood seeped out from his armor, dyeing his entire body bloody.

Even with [Snake-like Body] and [Beast Instinct], it is impossible to dodge all attacks.

One can imagine how sharp the flying sword, which is blessed with foundation-building spiritual power, is.

If it weren't for this layer of protection, a single sword strike would cut the body in half.

"Still struggling?"

Xiang Ren's face in the sky was distorted, and his heart was filled with tyrannical pleasure.

"You'd better pray to be killed by my flying sword, otherwise, I will make you live a life worse than death!"

Anle remained unmoved.

He was waiting for an opportunity, an opportunity to strike a fatal blow.

I don’t know when, Anle’s mind once again reached that empty, clear and bright state.

Everything slowed down in his eyes, and every detail was clear.

When controlling the flying sword to shuttle, Xiang Ren's spiritual power will have a brief gap.

It was so short that there was not even enough time to breathe.

Finally, he captured that fleeting moment.

It's now!

The woman in red came to Xiang Ren's side and stretched out her cold hand...

Anle thrust out his arms with his palms together.

The spiritual power that had been accumulating and compressing since the black sword was broken had already been in the cavity of the arm, almost to the point of being about to burst out.

They are gathering!

Squeezing!

Burning!

Just like the raging anger in Anle's heart, it was all vented out at this moment.

A straight and bright beam of light cut through the darkness of the night and caught the eyes of many onlookers.

It pierced Xiang Ren's chest, leaving a bloody hole.

His face showed confusion, shock, and unwillingness...

boom!

The dead body fell from a great height, a bloody mess.

To ensure the best viewing experience, the two chapters are connected together! Woohoo, I am really bad at fighting. I wrote these two chapters until 2am in the morning. If you think it's okay, please give me some recommendations.

I haven't played King of Glory, but the image of Kai is based on Kamen Rider...

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Chapter 65: Ghost Face Rakshasa

When the light of the beam of light fades away, the night sky returns to darkness.

The world suddenly became quiet and silent.

Watching Xiang Ren's body fall to the ground, bloody and mangled, he died with his eyes open.

The immortal cultivators who rushed to the vicinity were filled with fear like a huge wave.

"Xiang Ren is dead!?"

"How dare he? Isn't he afraid of the revenge of the Akabane Clan?"

Compared to these, the methods displayed by the strange man just now shocked them even more.

"Using Qi training to kill the foundation building! It is still the foundation building of the Xiuxian sect..."

"Also, what exactly is that beam of light?"

"It's not a magic weapon, but it seems... it bursts out directly from the body?"

Most of the casual cultivators had never seen such a method.

After confirming Xiang Ren's death, Anle's body shook slightly, but he immediately stood up straight.

Then, he walked towards where the body fell with steady steps.

The weaker you are, the more you cannot show weakness.

An Le forced himself to bend down, stretched out his slightly trembling arms, and [Armor] directly squirmed and temporarily swallowed the storage bag on Xiang Ren's waist.

His injuries were serious.

Killing the foundation-building warrior head-on was more difficult than expected.

In order to release the final killing spiritual power bullet, he almost drained out all the spiritual power in his body, and the spiritual power cavities in his arms were damaged.

The recoil caused by the explosion tore most of the arm muscles and even slightly fractured the bones.

The arm is nearly broken.

He also suffered internal injuries in the collision with the flying sword.

Anle stood up, and with just a simple movement, blood flowed up to his throat uncontrollably, and he forced himself to swallow it.

Without even glancing at the Qigong practitioners who were secretly watching him, he quickly turned around and ran into the shadows.

Many people are ready to make a move.

As long as you can catch this person, you will definitely be rewarded by the Akabane Sect.

At the same time, this is also an opportunity to become famous in one battle!

However, looking at his strange red-stained armor and his terrifying face that did not look like a human.

A murderous aura came towards me.

The influence is still there!

Even though people knew that the other party was seriously injured, they were still shocked by him.

For a moment, I was unwilling to step forward and be the first to stand out.

Finally, some independent cultivators couldn't bear it any longer.

He urged the magic weapon to move closer, trying to kill the monster and take the credit.

Who knew, the moment this person moved.

Anle's speed suddenly increased, and she was beside him in the blink of an eye.

"Do not……"

Before the casual cultivator could even scream, several sharp spikes on the armor pierced through his fragile flesh, leaving huge bloody holes on his chest and abdomen.

Blood splattered everywhere and the death was miserable.

This scene frightened those who were originally planning to step forward so much that their bodies froze.

"This weirdo... still has energy left?"

"No, is he really a human?"

Anle did the same thing, mustering the last bit of strength in his body and killing the three people closest to him.

He was covered in blood, stained with the flesh and blood of others, and looked like a demon crawling out of hell.

"Daoyou, spare me—ah!"

"Evil ghost! It's a Rakshasa evil ghost!"

A short scream sounded.

The psychological qualities of the independent cultivators vary widely.

Some people were so frightened by Anle that they turned around and ran away in panic.

The rest of the people also didn't dare to chase after him.

No matter how much the reward is, you must be alive to get it!

******

Anle lurks carefully in the shadows.

He sprinkled a special powder along the way to eliminate the smell and traces left behind.

The pill that had been in his mouth for a long time dissolved.

It turns into warm currents, flowing through the whole body.

It's unlikely to heal his injuries, but at least... it can keep him going for a while longer.

The [armor] on the surface of his body, along with the blood, was quickly retracted into his body.

He then put on a robe to cover up the injuries on his body.