Mortal's Purple Sky Cave Heaven

Chapter 81 Battle of Three

Nie Zhaonan stood leisurely with his hands behind his back, using his spiritual power to control three flying swords to fight off the enemies. He looked at the three enemies in front of him calmly, like a living sword immortal.

Although his current cultivation level is only at the middle stage of foundation building, due to his practice of Taiyi Divine Thunder Art, his magic power is extremely pure and profound, and he has no pressure even to control three magic weapons.

Coupled with the sharpness of the Mo Lin twin swords, it can be said that no one can stop them.

In addition, because he had practiced the Dayan Jue, his spiritual awareness far surpassed those three people.

With his magic power, magic weapons, spiritual awareness and many other advantages, he hadn't even used his full strength yet, but just by controlling the magic weapons he had already beaten these three people so hard that they were crying out in pain, leaving them no chance to fight back.

While cultivators were fighting each other everywhere, Han Li was talking to someone in a secluded valley.

"Brother Han, is it really you?" A pretty, friendly female cultivator wearing the clothes of a Spirit Beast Mountain disciple asked in disbelief. There was a slight tremor in her voice, with both expectation and fear.

This female cultivator was naturally Han Yunzhi, whom Han Li regarded as his younger sister. At this moment, she was looking at the figure who was confronting her brother. Even though she did not see the front, the familiar feeling told her that the person in front of her, wearing the uniform of a disciple of the Yellow Maple Valley, was the one she had met several times before and who had helped her obtain the spiritual medicine to treat her brother in the Bloody Trial.

Han Li turned his body slightly, looked at Han Yunzhi, and said with a wry smile: "It's been a long time since I last saw Junior Sister Han. Now Junior Sister Han has also become a foundation-building cultivator."

The person in front of him was the one he was most reluctant to face on this trip. When they first met at the Tainan Conference, Han Li had a liking for this female cultivator who looked very much like his younger sister.

When Han Yunzhi saw Han Li's familiar face, she was immediately filled with joy, and she said to her brother, "Brother, this Senior Brother Han is the one who helped me collect the spiritual medicine to treat you."

She didn't want her somewhat silly brother to come into conflict with Han Li.

After hearing what his younger sister said, Han Yunzhi's brother put down the magic weapon in his hand and said apologetically: "Please don't blame me, Senior Brother Han. I would like to apologize here. I would also like to thank you for your help to my younger sister during the Bloody Trial." After saying that, he bowed and apologized.

Although Han Yunzhi's brother was an honest man who was not good at socializing, he could tell from his younger sister's slightly happy words that the relationship between them was unusual. In addition, considering Han Li's previous kindness to him, he could not turn a bad face to him.

At this extremely dangerous moment when the life and death of his brother and sister are at stake, perhaps he can still get a glimmer of hope from him.

Seeing this, Han Li's heart softened. He could not treat the two as enemies. He sighed and said, "Junior Sister Han, I have two sets of Huangfeng Valley's sect uniforms. After you two put them on, leave from the north carefully."

After Han Li finished speaking, he threw two pieces of yellow clothes to the two men respectively, then without looking back, he controlled a magic sword and flew away.

The north is the defense line of the Yanyue Sect, and the Huangfeng Valley has the fewest disciples there. If they leave from there, it will not be easy for the Huangfeng Valley cultivators to recognize that the two of them are disguised Lingshou Mountain cultivators.

Whether they can escape safely depends entirely on their luck. This is all Han Li can do.

After all, the cultivators of both sides are still fighting to the death and are incompatible. If someone finds out that they helped the two disciples of Lingshou Mountain escape from the encirclement of the six sects, the best outcome waiting for him would be to flee to the ends of the earth.

The most unfortunate outcome would naturally be to be caught on the spot by other cultivators, accused of being a spy from the Spirit Beast Mountain, become one of the many besieged Spirit Beast Mountain cultivators, and then die.

Han Yunzhi had just taken the flying clothes and wanted to say something, but before she could open her mouth, Han Li flew away without looking back, leaving only a blurry figure.

Han Yunzhi looked at this scene, her lips trembled a few times, then opened slightly, her big eyes turned slightly red, and tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Looking at the other side, Chen Qiaoqian and Nie Ying were fighting fiercely with three monsters.

Both women used swords and shields to protect themselves. The purple swords and shields covered their entire bodies, emitting a hazy purple glow to defend themselves.

Each of them wielded a purple bamboo sword, muttering something, and a long spell came out of their mouths.

The magic gestures in their hands changed, and it was obvious that they were activating the giant sword technique. The Purple Bamboo Sword flew into the air under the control of the two women. As the magic power of the two women poured in, it gradually turned into a giant purple sword.

Although the three monsters were not very intelligent, they still had their fighting instincts and they attacked like ferocious beasts.

The big black snake twisted its body like an arrow flying close to the ground, rapidly approaching the two women while continuously spitting out black venom to attack them.

However, due to the long distance between the two pairs, the two women had enough time to react. Although the venom was extremely fast, the two women relied on their flexible body movements and light body skills to easily dodge the attacks and they fell around.

The flowers, plants and trees around that came into contact with the venom instantly turned into a pool of pungent and unpleasant-smelling black liquid, which shows how highly toxic the venom is.

The colorful spider seemed like a skilled hunter, wandering around the outermost part of the battle, and from time to time it would spray out a colorful spider web of varying size, attacking the two women, attempting to cover them in the poisonous spider web.

According to its past experience, as long as prey is trapped in its spider web, the attached toxins will invade its body, and the prey will gradually become powerless and lose the ability to resist, allowing it to be slaughtered.

Seeing the spider web coming, Nie Ying still kept changing the spells of the giant sword technique with one hand, and reached towards her waist with the other hand. Suddenly, a dozen primary and intermediate fire bomb talismans were neatly stacked in her small hand.

In an instant, the talisman in his hand was activated and smashed towards the spider web like a meteorite. As soon as it touched the spider web, it was instantly ignited and burned with five-colored flames. Suddenly, a big hole appeared in the spider web.

This was not over yet. The fire spread around the spider web. In the blink of an eye, the entire spider web was covered in flames and fell from the sky, turning into a pool of ashes.

The silk of this spider is not as resistant to fire as the blood jade spider's silk. Instead, it will burn as soon as it comes into contact with fire and is clearly suppressed by the flame.

The big gray bear was like a wild bull. Its four thick paws kept slapping the ground, leaving huge paw prints. It rushed towards the two women, completely ignoring the talismans activated by the two women.

This grizzly bear had extremely thick skin and flesh. Even though its fur was burnt black and there were several spots where bright red blood was flowing, it had no effect on its movements.

Within the ten-mile radius of the entire Lingshou Mountain, there were hundreds of battle groups of varying sizes, with the smallest number of people fighting against each other and the largest number of monks engaging in a melee.

Because of the huge disparity in the number of cultivators on both sides, a cultivator from Lingshou Mountain would often be besieged by two or three cultivators from the Six Sects.

Since the monks in Lingshou Mountain generally have the habit of cultivating spirit beasts, having one or more spirit beasts to help them can temporarily relieve some of the pressure with the help of the spirit beasts.

However, the monks of Spirit Beast Mountain knew that facing such a desperate situation, they could not delay for too long, otherwise more people would come to kill them. As a result, they were very eager to break out, and their fighting style was very fierce, not caring about their own injuries at all, as if they were ready to fight to the death.

The six sects of monks believed that they had the upper hand, and they were mainly concerned with self-protection and containment, and were unwilling to risk exchanging injuries for injuries, which made the fight very intense. The two sides fought back and forth, and it was very lively. The entire battlefield was filled with flying magic weapons, flames, explosions, and the roars of monsters, which could be heard from all directions from time to time.

After an incense stick of time had passed, Nie Zhaonan had used up 20% of his magic power. He didn't want to get entangled with these three people any longer. After fighting with them for such a long time, it wouldn't be too abrupt to kill them now.

In fact, if Nie Zhaonan wanted to use all his means, he could kill these three people on the spot in a few breaths, but if he did that, he would be very conspicuous on the entire battlefield.

Even though all the cultivators on the battlefield were controlling their magical weapons to fight fiercely, they still kept some of their attention observing the situation and any movement around them.

If Nie Zhaonan did anything shocking, it would probably spread to all six sects immediately after the war.

Just like, "Fellow Daoist, do you know? Nie Zhaonan of the Yellow Maple Valley killed three mid-stage foundation-building cultivators from the Spirit Beast Mountain like slaughtering chickens and dogs. I'm afraid that no one in the foundation-building stage can compete with him in terms of strength!"

"That's right! That's right! Nie Zhaonan is the number one foundation-building cultivator in our six sects!"

This is the kind of situation that Nie Zhaonan least wants to see. He is still just a foundation-building cultivator, so he still needs to be careful. He can't be too shocking when showing off, so as not to be noticed by some cultivators.

With a firm mind, he spread his hands behind his back, and thirteen red light needles appeared in the air. Silently, the thirteen needle-shaped magic tools dispersed, close to the ground, and with the help of the surrounding environment, they circled behind the three Spirit Beast Mountain monks who were still struggling.

Among the three cultivators attacked by the peach wood sword, this one was the most relaxed and consumed the least mana.

He also secretly sent a message to his two fellow disciples: "Two senior brothers, the three of us can hold on a little longer."

"It's clear from the first glance that this kid only relies on his sharp magic weapons and doesn't know any other means. If he uses three magic weapons at the same time, his magic power will definitely not be able to sustain it for a long time."

After hearing the voice transmission, both of them nodded secretly in their hearts. In their opinion, the person in front of them only had an advantage in magic weapons, and his magic power was far less profound than those of the three.

Just from the corner of their eyes, the three of them saw how miserable the three spirit beasts were, and they felt extremely sad.

There were only a few scales left on the black snake's body, and it was covered in blood. There was a wound several feet in size at the seven-inch point, which was obviously caused by the giant sword technique, and blood was still gushing out.

The two women had one of the gray bear's paws chopped off. Its entire body was covered in black, and it was breathing heavily.

The eight spider lances of the five-colored spider were as tattered as broken porcelain and were almost broken into several sections. Body fluids flowed out from the wounds and scattered all over the ground.

If it weren't for the monster's powerful physique, it would have been killed on the spot.

Even so, the strength of these three monsters was not as good as before, and they had no power to fight back at all. Under the purple bamboo swords wielded by the two women, their wounds became more and more numerous, and their injuries became more and more serious, and they were in danger.

When the three saw this scene, they knew that if they delayed any further, their spirit beasts would probably die on the spot.

By then, two female cultivators came to support them, and the three of them had no way to resist the even more fierce attack, and there was no hope of survival at all.

They were furious and gave each other fierce looks.

He made strange hand gestures and was about to perform a secret technique.

But in the next moment, a scream of "Ah" was heard, full of pain, and then the sound stopped abruptly, and there was no movement anymore.

When the two looked at their junior brother, they saw that a striking red dot had appeared in the middle of his eyebrows at some point in time.

Without even bothering to look at the shock in their junior fellow's eyes, they immediately made up their minds that even if they were hit a few times by the black sword light, they would withdraw and never want to fight with the black-robed young man again.

Two more screams were heard, and these were the last.

The three corpses on the ground all died in the same way, killed by red light needles piercing their heads from the back. Their eyes were full of death and confusion: Why could this man control so many magical instruments?
But no one will answer their questions anymore.

Nie Zhaonan put the three long swords into his storage bag one by one, and the red line light needle was hidden in his sleeve.

With a flick of his hand and a simple object-controlling technique, the storage bags on the three people's waists and the magical weapons scattered on the ground slowly flew towards Nie Zhaonan.

In the blink of an eye, the spoils were brought before his eyes. He covered them with a wave of his sleeves, and put them into the cave with a thought.

The two women quickly separated the refining materials from the three monsters, put them into storage bags, and came towards Nie Zhaonan.

At the moment the three people died, the three monsters also died along with their master.

In order to prevent their spirit beasts from being taken away by others, the disciples of Spirit Beast Mountain have made death contracts with the spirit beasts. As long as the master dies, the spirit beast will die immediately.

Nie Ying and Chen Qiaoqian each took out a jade bottle from their storage bag, poured out a white, round pill that restored their magic power, and put it in their mouths. The previous battle had consumed 30% of their magic power, and they urgently needed to replenish it.

The same was true for Nie Zhaonan. Although his mana consumption was not very large, he recovered as much as he could. The sounds of fighting around him were still endless. It seemed that this war would continue for a long time, so he naturally had to keep his mana full.

After the two women's magic power recovered a little, Nie Zhaonan looked at the still anxious battle group in the distance and said softly: "Let's go and support other Taoist friends."

"Yes," the two girls nodded slightly and agreed concisely in unison without any questions.

Under the leadership of Nie Zhaonan, the three rushed towards a battle group not far away.

There are very few cultivators like Nie Zhaonan who have profound cultivation, great strength, and possess sharp magical weapons like the Mo Lin Twin Swords and can quickly kill their opponents.

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