"Do you really want to kill them like this?"

While resisting the pressure brought by the mountain characters, Na Guanwei stood up tremblingly.

"This time, let's give us a code this time. Brother, maybe there is something to do if I have no idea about it in the future. How about making friends?"

Guan Wei looked at Li Yunsheng with a sincere face.

In his words and expressions, there was a kind of indescribable temptation that made people involuntarily willing to get close to him and trust him.

"friend?"

Li Yunsheng smiled.

"I won't use my soul power to deceive my friends."

He could see through Guanwei's tricks at a glance.

This view of the power of the soul is not weak. If an ordinary cultivator with a lesser soul power may be really deceived, but this level of soul power is basically useless in front of Li Yunsheng.

"I am worthy of being a cultivator in the Three Silent Realms of the Spirit and Soul."

Na Guanwei smiled bitterly.

"Although I have just used some means, I can assure you that there is no false statement in what I just said. We can not only become allies, but also provide you with information about the internal forces of the Immortal Alliance. I also know that you are looking for the location of Yan Yu. As long as you can let me go this time, I will tell you what I know about Yan Yu and never hide it."

As if he was worried that Li Yunsheng would take his anger on himself because of the deception of his soul just now, Guan Wei quickly explained.

"Okay, the time you have bought should be enough for your master to unlock the ban on my mountain characters."

Li Yunsheng once again pointed out Guanwei's calculations.

As he said, Guan Wei was desperately talking to him just to buy time for Zhang Wuji behind him to break the talisman.

"Break it for me!"

As soon as Li Yunsheng finished speaking, Zhang Wuji shouted angrily.

Then, a red fish-gut short sword flew out of Zhang Wuji's mouth.

The red fish intestine sword quickly pierced through the layers of mountain characters and cloud talismans like a ray of lightning. The two of them, who had the opportunity to breathe, immediately dispersed in two directions.

"Your arrogance will kill you."

Standing in the north, Zhang Wuji vomited out the final mouthful of turbid blood, and looked at Li Yunsheng with a grim smile.

"This short sword can actually break so many cloud talismans of me, I think it's also a spiritual weapon."

Li Yunsheng turned around and looked at Zhang Wuji calmly.

"This red blood sword is a spiritual weapon at the ground level. Unfortunately, it was dug out from the ground of your Qiushui. It's a pity that I have been feeding my essence and blood for ten years and could have broken through to the heaven level."

Zhang Wuji looked at Li Yunsheng with some resentment.

"That's a pity."

Li Yunsheng said lightly, he understood why Zhang Wuji refused to take out the Red Blood Sword.

"Not a pity."

Zhang Wuji shook his head.

"As long as I kill you, I can get a better spiritual weapon!"

His lips curled up and he looked at Li Yunsheng with a grim smile.

He suffered heavy losses in this battle. If he could not kill Li Yunsheng and recover the losses, Wujiguan might have really been removed from the ten states.

Moreover, Wuji watched the enemy everywhere, and he could imagine the scene of chasing the enemy every day after losing power today, so even if he had the chance now, he would not be willing to escape.

As soon as he finished speaking, the red blood sword floating above his head suddenly left a straight blood line in the air, turning into a blood light and stabbing Li Yunsheng.

The fast speed of this flying sword is indeed the only one that Li Yun saw in his life.

However, Li Yunsheng's soul reacted very quickly. Dozens of talisman paper flew out of his sleeves almost at the same time, turning into talismans that sounded and shook Li Yunsheng in the middle. Every time the red blood sword changes direction, it will inevitably encounter a talisman that sounded and shook.

For a moment, no matter how fast the flying sword was, no matter how constantly changing its position, it still could not appear in front of Li Yunsheng.

However, Zhang Wuji didn't seem to be in a hurry, but instead gave a wink at the eldest disciple Guan Wei.

Guan Wei nodded immediately and in the blink of an eye, his whole person turned into a shadow and rushed behind Li Yunsheng.

He used his blood to draw a strange pattern on the ground and then said loudly:

"I burn blood and burn my soul now. I respectfully ask the Blood Ancestor to help me kill this evil deed!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a red light accompanied by a foul smell suddenly fell from the sky and fell on Guan Wei's body.

The gaze instantly seemed to have become a different person, with a solemn and cold temperament, and the pressure around the body increased dramatically.

Wuji Temple was originally a famous evil deed in the ten states. In the early years, it was often chased by righteous sects, so that the disciples in the Temple did not dare to walk outside during the day. It was only in the years when the Immortal Alliance was in power that they dared to walk openly in the world.

"Wujiguan, this person has reached the saint's realm, right?"

"I'm afraid it's more than that of ordinary saint-level cultivators!"

Seeing Guan Wei use such evil skills, everyone on the field was not surprised. Instead, Guan Wei's cultivation level soared at this time made them envious.

Guan Wei did not stop for a moment. He lifted the slender and sharp silver needle in his hand and rushed towards Li Yunsheng with a bloody light, so fast that he left behind a series of afterimages on the platform.

When Li Yunsheng was only twenty or thirty steps away, his blood was shining all over his body, and the surging pressure made Qi Yuetai tremble. Then he heard him shout:

"Thousands of threads!"

As soon as the words finished, a sharp and harsh sound of breaking through the air kept ringing in the venue.

From a distance, I saw blood marks, like straight blood lines, appearing crisscrossingly on the platform.

After a closer look, it turned out that the crisscrossing blood lines were actually the afterimages of Guan Wei's long needles passing by quickly on the field.

Under such a fierce attack from this long needle, the talismans that protected Li Yunsheng began to disappear at a speed visible to the naked eye.

In the eyes of everyone, if this continues, Li Yunsheng will soon be exhausted and will be pierced by the needle in Guanwei's hand and die. He can't help but sigh in his heart that Wujiguan's methods are fierce and vicious.

Zhang Wuji on the other end seemed to want to give Li Yunsheng any chance to breathe.

The flying sword he envoy suddenly returned to the top of his head, and the essence and blood turned into blood lines, seeping out of his body. The blood line was twisting like a living thing, and his body kept drilling into the red blood flying sword above Zhang Wuji's head.

The strange methods of the master and apprentice made everyone dumbfounded.

As the red blood sword absorbed more and more blood, the original short sword began to grow longer and a brand new sword blade was born from the short sword.

Unlike the blood-colored sword hilt, the blade is as clean as autumn water, exuding a breathtaking cold light.

At the same time, spiritual patterns transformed by spiritual power began to form around the sword body. Like high-level talismans, this spiritual pattern is a sign that the surrounding spiritual energy is attracted by treasures and begins to condense directly into spiritual power.

"Although you can't reach the Heavenly Level, you are already the peak spiritual weapon of the Earth Level. No matter how strong you are, can you still take my sword with your bare hands?"

Zhang Wuji and his disciples had all their attacks, and they were completely determined to deal with Li Yunsheng with the determination to die.

After the last talisman in front of Li Yunsheng dissipated, Zhang Wuji angrily rebuked, the sound of the flying sword breaking through the air, and the harsh and sharp whistle of a long needle passing through the air, sounding at the same time.

"break!"

I saw that the long needle in Guan Wei's hand shot towards Li Yunsheng's chest and reveal almost at the same time as Zhang Wuji's flying sword.

The power of the two of them was even more powerful than the full blows of ordinary saint-level masters. The powerful spiritual power fluctuations caused by the flying sword and the flying needle were like a hurricane that made everyone's cheeks hurt.

The restrictions around the platform began to flash a blue-gray halo, which seemed to be disintegrating.

But what the two didn't notice was.

Just as the flying sword needle was pierced at Li Yunsheng in their hands, a rusty ancient sword had already flew out of Zhao Xuanjun's sword box and landed on Li Yunsheng's hand.

"Junior brother, take the sword!"
Chapter completed!