Mysterious mirror hanging high

An extremely powerful aura descended upon this place, and the surroundings suddenly became dark.

But a tall and burly man with his chest exposed walked in from the broken doorway of the front hall. This man was extremely ugly with crooked eyes and a slanted nose. His body was covered with thick body hair. Although his upper body was naked, he looked as if he was wearing clothes. The beard on his cheeks was also very thick, and the only bald spot was on his head.

"Junior sister!"

The bald man rushed into the front hall and saw Li Ping'er's headless body at first sight. He couldn't help but cry out in grief and rushed forward.

He raised his head, and a huge spiritual pressure of the perfect golden elixir spread out. He stared at Guan Lingxiao and asked, "Did you kill my junior sister?"

Guan Lingxiao's face finally showed a rare solemn expression at this moment, and he said coldly: "Who are you?"

A faint purple aura appeared on the bald man's face, and he gritted his teeth and said:

"[Xuanpin Zhenren] Yan Jiuming... Boy, you killed my junior sister. This matter will never be resolved peacefully today!"

"He is [Yan Jiuming]!"

Kan Hua and Shi were so shocked that they almost fainted... This person was said to be a cultivator who had achieved perfection in the Golden Elixir stage, with his elixir turning into golden purple. He was only a step away from condensing his Nascent Soul. No matter how proficient Ling Xiao was in swordsmanship, he was definitely no match for him!

If it falls into this person's hands...

When they saw Yan Jiuming's extremely ugly face, they almost decided to die. They all looked at Guan Lingxiao, and their meaning was very clear.

Guan Lingxiao's expression remained unchanged, and his sword-holding hand remained steady, but his mind quickly swept over Kan Huashi and Qi Xuan, who were still poisoned. It was unknown what he was thinking.

Jing Yu raised his eyebrows in the dark and thought to himself:

"My disciple has the [Poxudan] in his hand and can escape into the void at any time. This [Yan Jiuming] is just a Jindan cultivator and will definitely not be able to stop him."

"But the two women are still poisoned and can't be detoxified in a short period of time, let alone using the [Void Breaking Pill]. The principle behind this Pill is different from that of a Nascent Soul cultivator who truly controls the Absolute Void. It only transforms the body into a Void Breaking Body, but it can't carry anyone else through the Absolute Void."

"If Ling Xiao escapes on his own, the two women will fall into Yan Jiuming's hands and I'm afraid they will have no chance of survival... But if he fights Yan Jiuming to the death here? The difference in combat power is too great, how long can he hold out?"

"Ling Xiao, what will you choose?"

He planned that if Guan Lingxiao chose to fight, he would definitely be defeated, and as his master, he would naturally come to the rescue. But if Guan Lingxiao escaped, he would not sit idly by and watch Kan Huashi and the others fall into Yan Jiuming's hands, and would also show up to save them.

Jing Yu silently observed Guan Lingxiao's expression, but suddenly found that a token on his waist suddenly became hot.

"It was Ling Xiao... He secretly crushed the token of help I gave him..."

Jing Yu already knew Guan Lingxiao's choice!

The moment Guan Lingxiao crushed the token on his waist with his spiritual power, he took a deep breath, raised the wooden sword in his hand, and protected Kan Huashi and Qi Xuan behind him.

Purple energy surged around Yan Jiuming, and three feet of black light suddenly shot out from his ten fingers: "Little beast, I will extract your golden elixir to refine medicine, and imprison your soul to light the lamp!"

Before he finished speaking, the black light turned into a spider web that covered the sky.

The seemingly feminine silk thread was actually as heavy as a thousand pounds. Wherever it passed, the floor tiles were all turned into powder. It was the [Xuanpin Luosha Silk] condensed by Yan Jiuming using the essence and blood of the furnace!

Guan Lingxiao held the wooden sword across his chest, and sword energy burst out, colliding with Luo Shasi and making a sound of metal clashing.

The sword energy was like a swimming dragon, tearing apart layers of silk nets, but the Luosha silk seemed endless, and it recovered immediately after breaking, causing the sword energy to rush left and right, and was trapped in it for a while.

"Just sword energy..."

Yan Jiuming grinned grimly as he ripped off the bone chain from his neck and threw it out. It transformed into several pink skeletons and blasted several beams of magical light towards Guan Lingxiao. "You're at the early stage of the Golden Core stage, yet you can withstand a few of my attacks? You have something to be proud of!"

Guan Lingxiao pursed his lips and said nothing. He retracted the invisible sword energy and threw the wooden sword in his hand. When the two combined, the surrounding void shook and turned into a sword curtain out of thin air, protecting himself.

Yan Jiuming pressed his left palm lightly, and the intensity of the magic light suddenly increased. Guan Lingxiao's wooden sword hanging in the air let out a wail as it could not bear the heavy burden, and cracks appeared on the sword body.

"Is this kid really in the early stage of Jindan?"

Yan Jiuming marveled at Guan Lingxiao's resilience. He felt even more annoyed when he saw this cold-faced pretty boy. For a moment, his killing intent surged, and the magic power in his hands increased a bit:

"Damn it, how come this little beast is so good-looking... Comparison is the thief of envy."

At this point, the two of them were almost at the point of a pure magic competition. Guan Lingxiao was only at the beginning of his golden elixir formation, so he was naturally at a great disadvantage. Seeing that he would lose if he held on any longer, the blind boy let out a clear whistle, and the sword curtain converged. He forced himself to become one with the sword, transforming into a sword light that broke through the restraints of the magic light and shouted:

"go with!"

The ordinary wooden sword whistled away with the sound of wind and thunder, piercing straight into Yan Jiuming!

"You dare to offer me your own flying sword?" Yan Jiuming smiled. Guan Lingxiao's move was exactly what he wanted: "Do you really think you can break all laws with one sword?"

A pure swordsman's abilities all lie in his natal flying sword. If it can be destroyed, it is equivalent to cutting off both of his arms, and he will no longer pose a threat.

Yan Jiuming thought of this, and immediately took out a small golden hammer, made a hand gesture, and threw it out.

This golden hammer is his most valuable offensive weapon, and it is best at destroying magical weapons, especially wood-based magical weapons.

Sure enough, the golden hammer and the wooden sword collided. Although the wooden sword had been nurtured by Guan Lingxiao, it was still a short time ago and the material was not strong enough, so it was inherently weaker. It relied entirely on the blessing of his sword intent. However, when it encountered a restraining treasure like the golden hammer, it could no longer maintain its strength. After a few crisp sounds, the wooden sword that Guan Zhen and Yang Wan had left for Guan Lingxiao was shattered just like that!

"broken!"

Kan Huashi and Qi Xuan were extremely anxious upon seeing this. "A pure sword cultivator's natal flying sword is very different from an ordinary cultivator's natal magic weapon. It's a thing that is intertwined with their life and soul. Now that Ling Xiao's natal flying sword has been destroyed, Ling Xiao's mind is affected and I'm afraid he's seriously injured!"

Yan Jiuming naturally thought so too. He looked at Guan Lingxiao and saw that the blind pretty boy suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and half-knelt on the ground in pain. It was obvious that he had been seriously injured.

"What a rare genius in swordsmanship! Master, you are exaggerating too much. You even asked me to rush over to take a look..." Yan Jiuming shook his head.

But the next moment, tiny pieces of sword energy suddenly seeped out from the cracks of the broken wooden sword. These sword energies gathered together and turned into an invisible, silent and colorless sword of strong wind, pointing directly at the center of Yan Jiuming's eyebrows!

"what?"

Yan Jiuming's face changed drastically. At this moment, he was too close to the sword of strong wind. Almost instinctively, he condensed a ball of magic light on his body to protect it. With a "chi chi" sound, the sword of strong wind did not pierce Yan Jiuming's eyebrows after all. But the next moment, a drop of dark red blood flowed down from Yan Jiuming's eyebrows. It was his blood essence!