Mythical Cultivation

Precisely because Wu Ming's threat became increasingly powerful, the old man had to devote more energy to dealing with Wu Ming's fierce offensive. As a result, the pressure on Shen Zhiyuan and the other three people was suddenly reduced.

However, this made Wu Ming feel more stressed.

Wu Ming's figure was as fast as lightning, and his sword was as powerful as a rainbow. Under his urging, the Qingxiao sword in his hand instantly turned into hundreds of sharp sword lights, crossing the sky like a meteor.

These hundreds of sword lights were like a brilliant galaxy, occupying half of the sky. Their momentum was so huge that it was jaw-dropping.

Dozens of foundation-building cultivators from the righteous sect and the Blood Evil Sect who were fighting fiercely at the scene could not help but be attracted by this astonishing scene and looked sideways.

These hundreds of sword lights swept towards the old man like a torrential rain. Their power was so fierce that even a master like the old man felt unprecedented pressure.

Faced with such a fierce attack, the old man did not dare to be negligent in the slightest.

He quickly slapped the storage bag on his waist, and saw a black light shot out, instantly turning into a black umbrella-shaped magic weapon, hovering steadily above his head.

This black umbrella-shaped magic weapon emitted a faint black light, covering the old man's entire body.

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of sword lights fell on the umbrella like raindrops, making a crisp sound of metal clashing, which was deafening.

Every time a sword light collides with the umbrella, it will stir up circles of black ripples that spread out in all directions.

In the space of a hundred feet in radius, a violent storm suddenly arose, with flying sand and rocks covering the sky and the sun.

The immense power of Wu Ming's attack made many Blood Evil Sect cultivators present in the field feel nervous. Their eyes were fixed on the old man, fearing that something might happen to him.

After all, the old man's safety is directly related to their future stay or departure.

After a few breaths, when the sword light dissipated, the old man's figure appeared in front of everyone like a ghost.

His whole body seemed to be shrouded in a layer of faint light, which allowed him to remain unscathed after being baptized by hundreds of sword lights!

This scene made many cultivators from the three major forces present exclaim in amazement.

They stared at the old man in front of them with wide eyes in disbelief, secretly sighing at his strength.

Even a Qingyun Sect disciple as powerful as Wu Ming seemed helpless in the face of such a powerful enemy.

When the monks of the Blood Demon Sect saw that their elder was safe and sound, they all showed ferocious smiles on their faces.

They were originally skeptical about this battle, but now seeing the elder resist Wu Ming's attack so easily, their worries instantly disappeared.

However, is this really the case?

Although the monks around him were full of confidence in the situation, the old man was far less optimistic than he appeared.

Although Wu Ming's attack just now did not cause direct harm to him, it consumed a large amount of his internal energy.

If Wu Ming could launch such attacks several times in a row, it would undoubtedly be extremely disadvantageous to him.

Unfortunately, the other cultivators of the Blood Evil Sect were unaware of the inside story. They only saw that the elder was safe and sound, and mistakenly believed that the situation had completely tilted towards their side.

The battle was still going on fiercely. Although Wu Ming's full-strength attack was extremely powerful, it failed to break through the old man's solid defense.

However, Shen Zhiyuan and the other two were not idle either. They seized this rare opportunity and quickly commanded their flying swords, rushing forward like lightning, heading straight for the old man from the Blood Evil Sect.

In an instant, three sword lights intertwined together, like three roaring dragons, slashing towards the black umbrella above the head of the old man from the Blood Evil Sect with great momentum.

This black umbrella is obviously also an extraordinary magical weapon. With the continuous blessing of the true energy of the old man from the Blood Evil Sect, although it was slightly shaken by the impact of the flying sword, it finally stubbornly withstood the fierce attacks of the three people.

As a result, this round of attack by Shen Zhiyuan and the other two was like a stone sinking into the sea, and failed to achieve any results.

"My fellow Taoists, the situation is not good!"

Seeing that the four of them couldn't break through the opponent's defense even with their combined strength, Wu Ming became increasingly anxious and couldn't help but shout, "If you still have any powerful cards, don't hide them anymore, bring them out now!

If we continue to stalemate like this, we may not be able to outlast him! After all, he is at the peak of the foundation building stage, and his strength is unfathomable!"

Wu Ming's words were like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart hard.

Shen Zhiyuan naturally understood that what Wu Ming said was true. He knew very well that if he could not break the old man's defense as soon as possible, the outcome of this battle would probably become extremely unfavorable to them.

So he made a prompt decision and spoke without hesitation: "Fellow Daoist Cui, Fellow Daoist Xiang, and Fellow Daoist Wu are absolutely right. If we continue to delay like this, the battle will be extremely disadvantageous to us!"

Before Shen Zhiyuan finished speaking, his face looked solemn, and he seemed to be quite conflicted.

But in the end, he resolutely slapped the storage bag, and with a "whoosh" sound, a talisman shot out like lightning and rushed straight towards the old man.

The talisman flew rapidly in the air and instantly turned into dozens of crystal clear arrows. Each arrow emitted a heart-pounding cold light, as if containing endless murderous intent.

These arrows streaked through the air like meteors, carrying a fierce momentum, and shot straight towards the old man. Their power was so strong that it was obviously a second-level advanced talisman - the Ice Arrow Talisman!

"Since Fellow Daoist Shen has already taken action, I naturally cannot continue to hide my strength."

Seeing this, Cui Hongfu showed a helpless look on his face and murmured.

He knew very well that since Shen Zhiyuan had already sacrificed such a powerful talisman, if he did not take action, their temporary alliance would probably be estranged and would no longer have any reason to exist.

Cui Hongfu sighed softly, slowly raised his hand, and gently patted his storage bag.

As he moved, a faint light suddenly flashed in the storage bag, and then a broken sword magic weapon appeared in his hand.

This broken sword magic weapon looks quite worn out, with mottled marks all over the blade, obviously having experienced countless fierce battles.

However, although it is in ruins, one can still feel its former glory and power from its remaining breath.

This is a damaged top-grade magic weapon passed down from Cui's ancestors. Although it is no longer intact, its power is still much stronger than the original top-grade magic weapon in Cui Hongfu's hand.

After all, the power of a top-grade magic weapon is incomparable to that of a top-grade magic weapon, even if it is just a broken top-grade magic weapon.