Chapter 4300: The Cold Sword Guest

en!"After a loud shout, the peachwood sword in his hand suddenly struck those two ivory tusks.Just then, the black dog blood at the tip of the peachwood sword burst into flames, and immediately after,..."Kill!"

That woman let out a sharp shout from her mouth, her target was Ye Junxie, the curved moon knife in her hand slashed out.

Compared to the Hundred Swords soldiers just now, her sword strike was even more powerful. The space around her began to tremble under the sharp blade's aura.

"Ancestral God-Tier Expert!"

Now everyone in Shenjian Valley changed their expressions drastically. They were all Yuan Sheng, facing a powerhouse at the Yuan Zu level, they had absolutely no power to resist.

At this moment, a figure stepped in front of the group, holding a black long spear. The spearhead clashed with the woman's curved moon blade.

"Bang!"

With a sharp, metallic clang, the woman was knocked back several steps. Luo Jisheng also stumbled backward seven or eight paces.

Obviously, he was stronger than his opponent, but the difference wasn't significant.

As a powerful figure in Tiandu Prefecture, his strength had reached the fifth rank of Yuan Zu, but the opponent was also at this level.

And the woman in red appeared to be graceful and feminine, but her fighting style was fierce. As soon as she steadied herself, she lunged forward again.

The curved moon blade in his hand glittered with a cold, menacing light.

This immense pressure, enhanced by the domain's power, was at its peak. If not for Luo Jisheng holding the front line, even Bai Jianbing and the others wouldn't be able to withstand it.

At this moment, the three of them are protecting Ye Junxie in the center, blocking the attacks from others.

Fortunately, the remaining assassins were all Yuan Sheng-level experts, and they weren't particularly powerful. For a while, they could barely hold their ground.

Luo Jiseng held a black long spear, blocking the woman's attacks. He had the upper hand in strength, but he didn't dare to attack rashly because he still had to guard Ye Junshi behind him. For a time, the two sides fought fiercely and stalemate.

At that moment, another powerful killing intent swept across the field. It was the man in black who had been hovering in mid-air, drawing his bow and nocking an arrow again. This time, his golden arrow was aimed straight at Luo Jisheng.

As a chaotic spirit treasure, its power is naturally immeasurable.

Luo Jisheng was immediately heavily restrained, only able to use half his strength against the enemy and the other half guarding against that golden arrow.

Thus, the situation immediately changed. The woman in red fought with increasing ferocity, her crescent moon blade sweeping across the sky and earth, gaining absolute dominance.

If this trend continues, Luo Jiseng will likely fall from grace very soon.

And now he is the backbone of everyone, once he falls, it's as good as a death sentence for the rest.

Ye Bufan

Three people stood aside watching the battle. From the point of view of interest, he naturally didn't want Ye Junxie, this scapegoat, to be killed by someone right now.

Otherwise, before the Holy Spirit Conference even begins, I might already be suspected.

As for Lu Jisheng and the others, this is even more true. Although he has no memory of these people now, it's clear that they are all loyal to the former Immortal Ancestor, and very likely his past self.

As a loyal person, one cannot just stand by and watch them die before their eyes.

Then he vanished in a flash, controlling space. When he reappeared, he was already behind the man in black.

The ever-changing Heavenly Golden transformed into a short dagger, directly stabbing at the opponent's nape.

The Black-Clothed Man didn't participate in the battle, but his strength wasn't weak. He was at the Yuanzu Stage 1 level.

The fact that Ye Bufan had appeared wasn't entirely unexpected, nor did it cause too much panic. After all, the disparity in their power levels was undeniable.

He held a golden feather arrow in his left hand and a bow in his right, drawing it back as a weapon.

To his utter astonishment, a wave of overwhelming pressure descended upon him at that very moment. A powerful aura instantly imprisoned his body.

"That..."

A flicker of panic crossed the man in black's eyes. The opponent's cultivation was too strong, at least a sixth-grade ancestor or even stronger than the red-clothed woman who had made the move.

The most crucial factor was the sudden attack. Although he couldn't be severely injured by his domain alone, any delay in his response could prove fatal.

The fact was so, as his body ceased in its motion, the Shifting Heaven Gold already slashed across his neck, a head soaring high.

Ye Bufan, with the cooperation of Kusuzhi, killed the black-clothed man with a single blow. He then swung his second blade, shattering the overflowing soul essence into pieces.

He took back the storage ring and the golden bow arrow was in his hand.

Having experience with the Doomfire Bow and Heaven-Piercing Arrow, he effortlessly picked up this bow. The golden arrow pointed straight ahead, but his target had changed to the red-clothed woman.

Now the situation has instantly changed. Whoever is locked by this chaotic spiritual treasure will not feel comfortable no matter who it is.

The woman in red was no match for Luo Jisheng's power to begin with. Dividing her attention to defend against the arrows, she instantly fell into a passive and flustered state.

On the contrary, Luo Jisheng finally let out a breath. The black spear in his hand was like a dragon going to sea, becoming more and more fierce.

In this case, after three or four moves, he found an opportunity and stabbed the woman in the chest with his gun.

The crescent moon blade in the red woman's hand was inherently a weapon designed for trickery. In a direct confrontation, she would certainly be at a disadvantage.

He barely managed to block the shot, but the force of it sent him flying backwards dozens of feet.

Normally, there wouldn't be much of a problem in this situation. Just hold your ground and prepare for the next battle. However, just at that moment, Ye Bufan shot out a golden arrow from his hand.

At this moment, the woman in red was shaken by the spear, her primordial energy scattering into chaos. She no longer had the strength to resist the chaotic spirit treasure. She barely dodged the vital point on her chest, but her left arm instantly exploded into a cloud of blood under the golden arrow's strike.

A powerhouse of an ancestor level was severely injured with a single arrow.

She was already weaker than the others, and after being severely wounded, she dared not fight any longer. Her figure flashed, and she vanished from the spot, fleeing into the distance.

Luo Jisheng guarded Ye Junxie and didn't dare to chase, but the rest of those in black were out of luck.

The black spear, like a dragon emerging from the sea, pierced through one person with every thrust. In the blink of an eye, seven or eight people were slain on the spot.

He let out a long sigh, feeling the danger had passed, but just then another wave of overwhelming pressure came crashing down on him, carrying with it a bone-chilling coldness.

Looking up, I saw a middle-aged man in white robes appear before me at some point. He was like an extremely cold ice sword, radiating endless coldness with murderous intent.

Luo Jisheng was stunned for a moment, then recognized the other party's identity, his face filled with horror.

You are the cold swordsman!

"Yes, it's me, the old man!"

The cold-toned swordsman's voice was as sharp as ice. With a grasp of his hand, water elements from the world quickly condensed into a massive ice sword, appearing in his palm.

"Today, this old man will kill Ye Junshi! Those who don't want to die, get out of my way!"

The Cold Sword Master rose to fame tens of thousands of years ago. Legends say he was a powerful warrior who lived millions of years ago. Today, he has reached the realm of Yuan Zu Seven Grades.

As a strong individual, he possessed his own pride and chose not to strike sneakily. Instead, he faced his opponent openly, wielding his sword with honor and integrity.

"Hurry and take the Sacred Ancestor away, I will hold him off!"

Luo Jiseng's expression was solemn, obviously knowing the strength of the Cold Sword Master. With a loud shout, he thrust his spear forward.

More than a hundred swordsmen also realized the gravity of the situation, protecting Ye Junshi as they rapidly fled toward the distance.

The cold swordsman curled the corner of his mouth into a sneer: "Do you think you can stop me"

As soon as the words left his lips, the colossal ice sword in his hand slashed through the air. The surrounding space trembled, and countless ice crystals formed in the vacuum.o experienced countless storms and waves, forcing himself to calm down.If it were him, he wouldn't even consider forming an alliance with others, not even against the Holy Blood Sect. He would fight i...