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“Lao Wu, take Uluhan and the others, go, run!” The thickset elder, covered in blood, shouted desperately!
"Big Brother!" The only Foundation Establishment late-stage flying warrior still able to move roared. In his vision, Di Kun had flown up again, a claw slamming into the burly elder's chest.
The stout elder's chest suddenly caved in, his body like a dilapidated sack, falling helplessly amidst the raging energy.
"Ulikhan, wake up!" The lone surviving aerial warrior couldn't bear the pain any longer and looked at the other members of his tribe.
A golden blade, imbued with a touch of both grace and ruthlessness, sliced through the air in an elegant arc.
Four men, four hawks, were all cut in two under no resistance.
“Let’s go!” The remaining two aerial warriors, who were farther away from Little Tian, suddenly came to their senses. However, most of their companions had already been drenched in blood and fallen from the sky. Even their strongest leader was killed in battle. After the endless rage, boundless fear followed. In just a few short breaths, the eight-man squad that was still intact just moments ago was reduced to only three, like startled birds.
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Hearing the cry of the oolong bird, the three hesitated no longer, controlling their mounts - the spirit eagles - and turned to flee.
After building the foundation, Wu Gu covered his injured chest and looked back sadly. Filled with hatred, he vowed revenge for the massive losses suffered by his tribe. No matter what, this blood feud must be avenged!
Lu XiaTian watched the three flying cavalry warriors depart, a slight frown creasing his brow. It was a pity that his Bing Po Xuan Yin had a certain range of influence and couldn't attack indefinitely. If he were to chase after them with all his might, he might be able to take down one, or even two of them. However, these people were desperate now, if they scattered and fled, at least one would surely escape. In fact, for him, catching one was not much different from catching three. Besides, there were still three alien cultivators behind him.
"The Flying Silver Corpse Emperor Kun, wasn't he already extinct in the cultivation world!" The back-knife warrior known as Broken Blade, especially seeing Emperor Kun make such a shocking entrance, directly killing a sixth-rank spirit bird, and that burly old man, being able to hard block the attacks of the Dan Yuan Fire Thunder Arrows, his speed was so fast that even those cultivators from the Flying Cavalry tribe could only sigh in admiration.
Just as Lu Xiaoxiao retreated violently with the help of the young man in the brocade robe's sword, he instantly resolved four of the remaining eight flying cavalry warriors. The remaining three fled in embarrassment like startled birds. Feitian Yin Shi Di Kun also resolved one. Although many people and Lingying died, the entire battle was over in a flash.
After Emperor Kun killed the burly old man, he immediately pounced on the young man in the curved sword and flowered robes.
Though the youth in fine attire wielded his black curved sword with impenetrable speed, clashing against Di Kun several times, a glint of fear flashed across his face as he saw Di Kun's familiar ploy of spitting out a gray-white orb of light. He swiftly dodged, narrowly avoiding it.
The black sword in his hand clashed frequently with Di Kun's iron claws. Each slash was like a crimson sunrise, the momentum fierce and powerful, the energy continuous. But Di Kun, relying only on two lightning-fast claws, shattered this fiery inferno like the rising sun. Man and beast fought fiercely, the sky turning dark amidst the chaos.
The young man in fine clothes with the curved blade was even more astonished. His arrogant Flame Demon Demon Sword, though only practiced to the third of its nine styles, had made him invincible among all the foundation-building cultivators in his sect. Unexpectedly, when he used all his skills, he couldn't even defeat this sixth-order monster beast. The fact that Di Gongkun was also enraged by this young man in fine clothes. This young man actually blocked its demonic aura with just a single sword. Every attack of his was repelled by the opponent's fierce swordsmanship, and even his soul attacks were dodged by the opponent's profound footwork. If he continued to control that gray-white light sphere, he would inevitably be unable to fight like he was now.
Di Kun was indeed a member of the Feitian Yin Shi clan, whose body itself was the ultimate weapon. As he fought with increasing fervor, his silvery-gray figure darted through the air, locked in a fierce and evenly matched battle with the young man clad in flowing robes and wielding a curved blade.
A flash of surprise crossed Lu Xiaitian's eyes. He hadn't expected this young man in fine clothes wielding a sword to be so fierce. It seemed that the cultivation world was vast, and there were still many talented people. Back then, he had relied on his peak sixth-tier physical cultivation and his mid-foundation-building cultivation to fight Emperor Kun in close combat. Although it was intense, he couldn't fully parry Emperor Kun's attacks. In a short time, he would be hit by Emperor Kun once. Relying on his incredibly strong physique and the Fire Jiao scales, he managed to hold on under Emperor Kun's fierce attacks. Even so, he was hit several times by Emperor Kun.
Later, Lu Xiaotian was able to severely injure Di Kun, also using strategy to accomplish this. Moreover, the battle erupted on the ground, allowing his physical cultivation's explosive power to be fully unleashed. If it had taken place in the air, with Di Kun's speed at that time, given Lu Xiaotian's state then, he would have been even more miserable.
With Lu Xia Tian's eyesight, he could naturally see that this young man in fine clothes wielding a curved sword was not a body cultivator. His cultivation level was slightly higher than his own, reaching the eighth layer of Qi Condensation. His magical power wasn't much purer than his, but his swordsmanship was extremely sharp. Relying on the set of sharp sword techniques in his hands and the accompanying footwork, the combat power he unleashed was astonishing. He even blocked Di Kun in mid-air. As for Di Kun's grayish-white light sphere, it was perfectly suited for sneak attacks. Anyone hit would inevitably die. However, if used head-on, with the young man in fine clothes and curved sword's strength, it would be ineffective. But Di Kun's strength wasn't just as simple as his powerful physique. His endurance was also incredibly astonishing.
The young man in the fine clothes and curved sword before them was indeed astonishingly skilled, but such powerful swordsmanship consumed an alarming amount of mana. At this rate, he wouldn't be able to last against Di Kun. A trace of regret flashed across Lu Xia Tian's face. It was a pity that Di Kun's ice-blue flames had been broken by the little fire crow by accident, otherwise, all of them combined wouldn't be enough for one on one against Di Kun.
This young man in fine clothes with a curved blade was formidable, truly unparalleled among the foundation-building cultivators they had encountered. No wonder the three of them dared to chase after him, unafraid that the twenty or so flying cavalry tribe cultivators would take advantage of their isolation and eliminate them. Lu Xia Tian reckoned that based on his past experience, his foundation-building sixth layer combined with his sixth stage body cultivation gave him formidable close-combat strength. Even then, he estimated he wouldn't be able to defeat this young man in fine clothes with the curved blade. Of course, if his second primordial spirit controlled a puppet to join the battle, the outcome would naturally be different. But their paths were different. This young man in fine clothes with a curved blade was exceptionally gifted, and his mastery of swordsmanship was evident. It was estimated that he had been immersed in the Dao of the sword for at least several decades. Apart from his daily cultivation, it was likely that he had devoted himself to practicing this set of sword techniques. Even so, he was able to reach the eighth layer of foundation-building.ng. Having been continuously pressured and losing their treasures, they didn't have an opportunity to use their combined attack technique at this moment. They could only choose to retreat first and r...