The Poisonous Miasma Centipede clearly still didn’t understand what he wanted to do, tilting its head in confusion.
Shen Chongming glanced at the four people who were already clashing again in the distance, urging, "Don’t just stand there, hurry up and use so poison!"
The Poisonous Miasma Centipede belatedly realized, imdiately spitting a mouthful of pitch-black venom onto the arrows on the ground!
Seeing this, Shen Chongming showed a strange smile, directly grabbing an arrow tainted with the Poisonous Miasma Centipede’s venom and placing it on the Silent Guest Longbow, quietly aiming at the three Suihuo Sect experts fighting Shen Wen’an in the distance.
At this mont, the Poisonous Miasma Centipede behind him finally reacted, excitedly twisting its body and squealing strangely.
As if saying: Shoot, hurry up and shoot!
This ti Shen Chongming aid again at the old woman who had been struck by an arrow.
Because the old woman was already injured, when besieging Shen Wen’an, she was always one position behind the other two, making her the easiest target for a stealth attack.
The Silent Guest Longbow was drawn to a full crescent, and the thunder attribute spiritual power within Shen Chongming slowly converged onto the arrow already tainted with the Poisonous Miasma Centipede’s venom.
This ti, it was a stealth attack on a formidable Late Stage of Fetal Breathing expert, so he couldn’t be as casual as when ambushing an enemy of the sa realm.
He wanted to add sothing extra to ensure the arrow achieved its effect.
A large amount of thunder attribute spiritual power was infused into the arrow, gradually turning the arrow azure-blue.
As the arrow was on the verge of buckling under the massive infusion of spiritual power, Shen Chongming slowly locked onto the old woman wielding her wooden staff to perform a technique in the air.
He needed to wait for an opportunity.
...
In the sky overhead, the three Suihuo Sect mbers continuously unleashed techniques of imnse power at Shen Wen’an, and the terrifying spiritual power fluctuations had long scared away beasts and demon beasts within a radius of hundreds of miles.
The Sword Elent Shield around Shen Wen’an flowed, and the three-inch Dragon Soul Magical Sword had already been summoned.
Standing proudly in midair, his azure robe fluttered, and behind him, the Supre Profound Sword Qi coiled and spiraled around the Dragon Soul Magical Sword, showing signs of transforming into a tangible longsword!
As a Middle Stage of Fetal Breathing Sword Cultivator, his strength was no longer inferior to the Late Stage of Fetal Breathing. If he exerted himself, he could even briefly contend with soone at the Fetal Breathing Perfection Realm.
The three Late Stage of Fetal Breathing Suihuo Sect experts facing him were very strong, and their combined effort indeed made it difficult for him to resolve the battle quickly.
"Don’t give him a mont to breathe!"
"We three train in Righteous Technique and are at the Late Stage of Fetal Breathing; naturally, our spiritual power far exceeds his!"
"Now, let’s go all out and wear this kid down to death!"
Seeing signs of a stalemate, the long-browed elder felt a hint of madness rising in his heart, imdiately transmitting his thoughts to his two companions in secret using spiritual power.
The beardless man and the old woman both flashed a glint in their eyes at this mont.
The idea of the three of them teaming up to slay a genius Sword Cultivator was thrilling just to think about.
Opposite them, Shen Wen’an remained calmly unflustered, blocking their attacks with his Sword Elent Shield, while his heart had already roughly guessed their intentions.
He knew full well that this battle could not be prolonged for too long.
Otherwise, the mont the Sword Essence within him was exhausted would be the mont he died.
With this realization, his Sword Heart suddenly trembled!
Sword Cultivators should have the montum of one sword breaking ten thousand techniques!
Slay demons, banish devils, open the heavens, and split the earth!
Even in death, they must not lose the montum of being a swordsman!
How could they be held back by these three monsters before them?
Apparently influenced by his state of mind, the fourteen strands of Supre Profound Sword Qi behind him suddenly radiated a fierce Sword Aura!
In an instant, the spiraling speed of the fourteen strands of Supre Profound Sword Qi abruptly increased, and in the blink of an eye, they condensed into a giant sword a hundred feet long towering behind him in the sky!
The sword erged!
A condensed Sword Intent rose into the sky!
The released montum directly caused clouds in the surrounding void to scatter!
At the mont the sword ford, Shen Wen’an’s eyes emitted two tangible Sword Aura streaks, and with a slight movent of his mind!
The hundred-foot giant sword charged forth with overwhelming force, fiercely cleaving at the three people before him!
"Not good!"
"This seems like Sword Intent!"
"Impossible! This boy hasn’t reached the Sword Immortal Realm, how could he comprehend an attack containing such a realm!?"
"We’ve been locked onto!"
The three in the distance saw the giant sword cleaving down and were instantly terrified in their eyes!
"We have no choice but to take it head-on!"
The long-browed elder shouted in a low voice, a flash of light in his hand as he took out a pair of exquisite copper rings, throwing them into the air!
The beardless man and the old woman beside him seed to know what he had taken out, imdiately withdrawing their Spiritual Power Shields and forming formulas to channel all their spiritual power into the pair of copper rings!
With the infusion of their spiritual power, the pair of copper rings in the air suddenly expanded, continually colliding!
A crisp sound rang out, a series of sound waves erged out of nowhere, all rushing toward Shen Wen’an’s giant sword.
The downward cleaving montum of the giant sword, upon encountering these layers of sound waves, appeared to be trapped in a void mire, the speed drastically reduced, unable to cleave down!
"Such a familiar attack thod..."
Upon seeing this scene, Shen Wen’an suddenly furrowed his brows.
This bizarre attack thod felt very familiar to him.
"Could it be that item?"
His gaze fixed on the copper rings in the air that continually collided to produce sound waves prompted Shen Wen’an’s mind to instantly recall the Hundred Beasts Mountain disciple riding the azure ox he encountered years ago at Dragon Coiling Mountain.
At that ti, the disciple had brought out a piece of a bronze fragnt, and the sound waves generated through striking it severed his connection with the Dragon Soul Magical Sword.
Later, while killing the Fetal Breathing Pig Demon in the Black Pine Forest Spirit Crystal Vein, he encountered the sa situation again.
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