745 Kill Nascent Soul

    As he looked at the forest that was engulfed in the pressure and airflow, he muttered thoughtfully: " Feng Jiu, who on earth are you?" He lifted his sleeve and also entered the forest...

    In the depths of the forest, the battle between the four Nascent Soul cultivators and Feng Jiu was mind-blowing! In comparison to their spiritual power, hers became stronger the more they fought, like as if they were losing their power to her. Her speed and fighting power was incredibly strong.

    In particular, the ancient pressure coming off her body slowed their movements down. Even though they are Nascent Soul cultivators, facing ancient pressure made their hearts shake with fear.

    After battling for some time, the Nascent Soul cultivators bodies were filled with wounds. However, the wounds caused by the Qingfeng sword weren't bleeding. Because the sword had flames, when it sliced through their flesh, the fire burnt their skin before it could bleed. The smell of burnt flesh spread.

    The four Nascent Soul cultivators covered in wounds looked embarrassed. If it weren't witnessed, no one would believe that a Great Spirit Master could back them into a corner like this. They experienced how powerful the mystical spirit body was first hand. If she weren't a female, they would have taken her body and used it to cultivate their powers.

    If the people outside knew she had a mystical spirit body, they would most definitely come forth and try to take the body for themselves. This kind of body was that of a supreme cultivator, a temptation that one could not ignore, but it's a pity, a pity...

    "Woosh! Bang!"

    The Qingfeng sword slashed through midair, out for blood. The strong pressure from the sword slashed the airflow into two halves. The sword brought with it the ancient pressure, as it aimed at one of the Nascent Soul cultivators.

    That Nascent Soul cultivator was astonished and used the sword in his hand to block the sword. His whole body exerted spirit energy to block the blow from the sword. However, his Nascent Soul strength was no match for the ancient pressure, and he was forced backwards. The powerful airflow came at such force that his facial features distorted and he couldn't even open his eyes.

    "Clash! Clang!"

    The sword that was used to block his body was broken by the powerful pressure. The pieces flew behind him and were embedded into the ground. At the same time, a loud bang slammed into his chest and he was thrown back by the same powerful pressure. He wasn't able to control the blow and was dragged back a few hundred metres.

    No one heard it. When the Nascent Soul cultivator was struck by the powerful force, his body made a sound like as if a blade cut through his body. It was actually part of the sword that was embedded in the ground that had pierced through his body when he landed on the ground. Dust from the ground flew up in the air as the airflow whistled. No one noticed that the Nascent Soul cultivator on the ground was not moving, and blood was slowly seeping out from beneath his body. As he lay dying, his eyes stayed opened and stared at the red robed Feng Jiu.....
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