My Cultivation is Soul Devouring
chapters 100

Mr. Yumian's words made Yang Zhixuan very embarrassed and angry, her pretty face flushed red.

She was just an innocent girl who had received such evil words.

So, he shot without hesitation.

Although Yang Zhixuan was a third level martial artist from the Spiritual Martial Realm, it was only the first time she had gone on a mission.

He was extremely talented and had a strong background, he had trained steadily in Tianyuanzong before.

Recently, his cultivation had stagnated, so he wanted to go out to sharpen it.

When he saw this mission among the missions of countless sects, he instantly became furious.

He did not believe that there was such a thief Y in the world, so he accepted this task without hesitation, vowing to eliminate the danger for the people.

Yang Zhixuan's sword was light, nimble and beautiful, and when she pierced out, several colored sword shadows appeared, piercing Yumian Langjun's chest like lightning.

Yumian Langjun twisted his body slightly, smashed the sword shadow with his palm, and swung the long sword.

Immediately, his right hand formed a claw, and one claw gripped Yang Zhixuan's soft and beautiful neck.

Yang Zhixuan raised her sword to block it.

the explosion!

Yumian Langjun struck the long sword with one claw, and the two retreated simultaneously.

"You thief, take your life!

Yang Zhixuan shouted flirtatiously, swung her long sword, and slashed at the opponent from the air.

"Science of colorful swords!"

The sharp sword light emitted a thick seven-colored sword energy, which was dreamlike and beautiful, and slashed towards Yumian Langjun like lightning.

"damaging!"

In Master Yumian's hand, a folding fan appeared at some point, and the folding fan was swung like a sharp sword, easily breaking through the seven-colored sword energy.

"Little beauty, I don't have the heart to hurt you, so hurry up and catch it!"

Yumian Langjun laughed.

"Dreams! You bastard/thief, everyone can kill him!"

Yang Zhixuan bellowed furiously, the long sword continued to tremble, and the colorful sword energy roared freely.

"Freedom of Colorful Fantasy!"

"The heavenly Y attack!"

Yumian Langjun was not weak at all, just relying on the folding fan, it was easy for Yang Zhixuan to fight evenly.

Bang bang bang bang...

The figure flickered, sword energy whizzed, and there were sounds of energy continuously exploding, and violent air waves rolling around.

The two of you came and went, and they exchanged dozens of movements in the blink of an eye.

It's shared equally!

Su Mo stood in the tower in the distance, watching all of this quietly.

"This is actually a disciple of Tianyuanzong!"

Suddenly, Su Mo realized that others had also issued the task of beheading this person in Tianyuanzong.

After watching for a while, Su Mo shook his head slightly, although this woman's strength was not weak, she was clearly not strong enough to defeat Lord Yumian.

This woman's cultivation was clearly stronger than Mr. Yumian's, and the martial arts he had developed were clearly stronger than the other party's.

However, this woman's combat experience was quite weak, and there were always flaws.

Moreover, this female swordsmanship was too beautiful, and had lost the essence of swordsmanship.

"Rain colorful glass!"

In the arena, Yang Zhixuan drank gently, and a gentle seven-colored sword energy flowed down like spring rain, covering the jade-faced man completely.

"Good job!"

Yumian Langjun shouted loudly, with sincere energy coming out from his body, and put up a defensive shield outside his body.

A martial artist in the Spiritual Martial Realm could radiate true energy through his body, not only powerful in attack, but also doubled in defense.

The dense seven-colored sword energy slashed through the defensive cover, causing ripples.

Seeing the defense about to be broken, Yumian Langjun shook the folding fan in his hand.

summon! summon! summon!

Some undetectable rays of light disappeared in an instant.

The light broke through the blockade of the sword energy, and shot Yang Zhixuan like lightning.

Yang Zhixuan was surprised, when she found some rays, the rays had arrived in front of her, and she could not avoid them at all.

At the critical moment, he could only fight with the sword.

The long sword danced, and Yang Zhixuan danced the sword curtain in front of him.

Ding ding ding!

Some crisp sounds came out, and a few small silver needles hit the sword screen, then fell to the ground.

However, there was still a silver needle that pierced through the blockade of the sword screen, hit Yang Zhixuan's shoulder, and sank into the blood.

"Haha! Little beauty, let me see how you fight this time!"

Yumian Langjun laughed when he saw that he had succeeded in one hit.

"You ... What kind of needle is this?"

Yang Zhixuan asked worriedly.

"Don't worry, it's not poison, it's just Sanxi's Prone Bone Powder."

Yumian Langjun's eyes shone, he stuck out his red tongue and licked his lips, and said with a smile: "If you get hit by my three-breath cartilage powder, in three breaths your whole body will be sick and weak. It can be in my hands mercy."

"What?"

Yang Zhixuan was startled, and her face suddenly turned pale.

Immediately, he felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and the strength throughout his body was like a leaking ball, leaking crazily.

Even the true energy in his body started to weaken.

"You bastard!"

Yang Zhixuan's face was pale, and her body was far away.

"Haha! Little beauty, as long as there's a woman that my jade-faced man likes, nothing ever escapes my palm."

Yumian Langjun laughed loudly, walked towards Yang Zhixuan, looked up and down at the other party's uneven body, Y laughed and said: "Hehe, I can't wait!"

"You ... don't come here!"

Yang Zhixuan turned pale in surprise, and said anxiously: "My father is the elder of Tianyuanzong, if you dare to treat me like this, my father will definitely not forgive you!"

"Older Tianyuanzong?"

Yumian Langjun was startled, then smiled contemptuously and said: "Even if your father is older than Tianyuanzong, what can you do to me? After this matter, I will leave Tianyue Kingdom. I can't believe he can still find me .”

After saying that, Master Yumian approached Yang Zhixuan, and was about to grab Yang Zhixuan with his hand.

Yang Zhixuan was dumbfounded, her face grim, and her heart became desperate.

His eyes were red, and tears were running down his face.

He did not expect that the first mission he took was actually his nightmare.

Seeing that Master Yumian's palm was about to touch his body, Yang Zhixuan gritted her teeth and wanted to bite her tongue to commit suicide.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred, and a sharp sword qi roared from afar, and slashed towards Yumian Langjun's head like lightning.

"WHO?"

Yumian Langjun was startled, there was no time to dodge, he hurriedly swung the folding fan in his hand, and slashed at the approaching sword energy.

the explosion!

The sword energy exploded, and Yumian Langjun retreated.

Then he looked up and saw a white-robed young man walking down the road ahead.

The young man had star eyebrows and sword eyes, his gaze indifferent.

That young man was Su Mo. Ever since Yang Zhixuan was defeated, she naturally wanted to make a move.

It was impossible for him to witness the other party being killed by Yumian Langjun and remain indifferent.

Yang Zhixuan suddenly appeared in Su Mo's heart, and she cried with joy.

"Who are you?"

Yumian Langjun frowned, and carefully looked at the boy in front of him.

"The one who killed you." Su Mo's voice was cold, without a trace of anger.

"Ha ha!"

Yumian Langjun laughed again when he heard those words, and said in a disdainful tone: "It is useless to be a fool, you are trash in the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, you are a trash in the first level of the Spiritual Martial Realm, and you dare threaten to kill me!"

"All right! I'll kill you first, then I'll enjoy this little beauty!"

Yumian Langjun smiled contemptuously, waving the folding fan in his hand, and a sharp true energy blade slashed at Su Mo.