Beast

The six-foot-long black panther jumped three to four feet away, its tail swung, blood dripped down, and it was thrown backwards. The black and white hair on its front arms was filled with blood, dripping onto its front paws. Every time it landed, the ground was covered with blood.

They will all leave a bloody paw print.

"Bang...bang"

The fine steel rod in his hand struck the tree trunks and rocks from time to time. Each time he struck, the speed would increase by a minute. During the tossing and turning, his figure did not stagnate at all.

Yang Qing, with a stern look on his face, closely followed the injured Black Panther three feet away, as if in pursuit.

"Breathe...breathe...breathe"

"Breathing Technique" Yang Qing is practicing all the time. At this moment, Yang Qing can maintain the operation of the breathing technique without any distraction.

Lean your body seven points, change your legs, and cover a distance of half a foot in one step.

The black panther lost blood, its tail was injured, and its speed slowed down. However, Yang Qing's speed continued unabated, and the distance between the two gradually shortened.

Turn around and slash diagonally!

When Yang Qing was less than two feet away from the black panther, Yang Qing exerted force on both legs at the same time, soared into the air, turned around and slashed diagonally towards the black panther, hoping to kill the black panther with this blow.

"Woo..."

The stainless steel rod came with a fierce force, splitting the air, and the whistling sound was heard.

The black panther suddenly lowered its waist, then used its hind legs to rush out and hug the tree.

Stormy waves!

Yang Qing's blow failed. With the power of the rotation of the diagonal chop, his body spun in the air, straightened, the steel rod was raised high, and the stormy waves followed.

"Bounce, jump, jump..."

Ten stick shadows hit the rocks one after another, causing them to shatter and splash.

"Evil"

The black panther roared in pain, and the front paws hugging the tree trunk moved faster, climbing up even faster.

There was nothing on the dark buttocks of the black panther. Yang Qing's violent movement took away the long and thick tail of the black panther.

The leopard's blood fell downwards in strands, hitting the rocks under the tree with drops.

Yang Qing raised his head and looked sternly at the roaring black panther. The black panther was lying on a horizontal branch of a tree at a height of seven to eight feet. The blood on his front arms and buttocks was still there.

The black panther was too sensitive to climb up the tree. When Yang Qing chased it under the tree, it had already climbed seven or eight feet high. This time Yang Qing could not even hit it with a stainless steel rod when he jumped up.

One person and one leopard, one at the bottom and one at the top, one waiting calmly and the other growling and threatening from time to time, just looking at each other.

The black panther was at the end of its rope and had nowhere to escape. Yang Qing couldn't hit it, so he didn't feel anxious.

Yang Qing stepped back and threw out the fine steel rod in his hand. The black panther moved and restrained himself from running out.

Pretending to throw it again, the black panther stared at him motionless.

This time, Yang Qing's arms were rounded and the stainless steel rod was whistling, and he was about to hit the black panther.

When the black panther saw Yang Qing's action, he flicked his four claws, and his body flashed away from the tree branch.

The whistling stopped and started again.

This time, the fine steel rod really escaped.

"Woo...boom"

The black panther nimbly ran away from the tree branch and before it hugged another tree trunk, the panther's body was rotated and hit the steel rod, and the fine steel rod was thrown one or two feet away.

"Boom"

The black panther and the fine steel rod landed on the ground at the same time. The fine steel rod grunted aside, and the black panther lay on the ground twitching. After two or three breaths, it became motionless.

"call…"

Yang Qing breathed a long sigh of relief and walked forward slowly.

The black panther's mouth opened slightly, blood foam gushed out, and his sternum collapsed. At this time, he had expired.

After confirming that the black panther was not pretending to be dead, Yang Qing stepped forward, picked up the fine steel rod, untied the baggage on his back, and took out a fragment similar to the tip of a knife from the wooden box.

Crouching down, he began to pick useful materials from the black panther's corpse.

At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came from behind. The sound of breaking through the air was sharp and harsh.

Yang Qing was shocked and hurriedly rolled over, and the sound of "Puff...Peng" was heard.

The black panther's body was broken into two pieces, with blood gushing out. Between the two pieces of the body, a three-foot-long sword was inserted. The sword was light gray with a light red halo on the outside.

The long sword's pale red light rose again, and it suddenly started to move.

"Shua"

There was another sound, and he slashed diagonally towards the rolling Yang Qing.

"clang"

Yang Qing's consciousness has been shrouded in a range of ten feet, carefully observing every move of the long sword, shaking his shoulders, lifting the stainless steel rod, and connecting with the long sword.

The long sword was swung away, flipped several times in the air, and flew to the side.

Yang Qing stood up with his stick, but did not pursue him. He stared coldly at the direction of the sword, with murderous intent boiling in his heart.

The owner of this long sword obviously wanted to kill him, and he would do it behind the scenes without mercy.

The long sword flew more than twenty feet and fell into the hands of a young man wearing a black robe with a small tripod embroidered on his chest. This young man's face was quite handsome, but there was a hint of lunar calendar between his eyebrows, which made him look gloomy.

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"You little thief, you dare to kill my spiritual beast, how do you plan to compensate me?" the young man in black robe said gloomily, his clear voice full of harshness.

"When did these monsters become your spiritual beasts? You tried to kill me first, but you made excuses and blamed me," Yang Qing said coldly.

Naturally, Yang Qing would not believe the nonsense of this stern-faced young man, and suspected that he was motivated by wealth and wanted to kill someone and keep the black panther's body for himself.

"I have been tracking this black panther for more than three days. When I was about to succeed, you killed me. How could I not kill you?" The young man in black robe stood there, looking at the black panther on the ground, and said through gritted teeth.

"You cut this black panther in two. It was only injured before and is not dead. Since it is your spiritual beast, I will leave." Yang Qing said in a cold voice, holding the stainless steel rod, and turned around to leave.

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"Huh, what you said makes sense, I'll let you go today." The young man in black robe relaxed. When he saw Yang Qing was about to leave, he waved his hand and said with slight urging.

"My precious spiritual beast, I never thought you would die in my hands," the young man in black robe said sadly to the black panther that was broken into two pieces.

"Boy, you know what's going on," the young man in black robe thought with a sneer in his heart.

"If you let me go, I won't let you go." Yang Qing raised the fine steel rod at an angle and rushed towards the young man in black robe, saying coldly.

At this time, Yang Qing was convinced that the black panther was his spiritual beast was all nonsense, and that he wanted to rob him was true.

"You poor man wants to fight me even if you don't even have a magical weapon. Damn it, let me show you how powerful I am," the young man in black robe said mockingly.

The gray robe on Yang Qing's body was badly worn, and the original Yang Qing could be seen, and the fine iron rod in his hand still had several signs of damage. The young man in black robe directly classified Yang Qing as a pauper.

The young man in black robe stayed still and moved his hands together. The long sword in his hand flew out and stabbed Yang Qing.

The long sword stabbed straight at extremely fast speed. The sword's light red light shone brightly, like a burning arrow, heading straight towards Yang Qing's chest.

"bite"

Yang Qing's clothes squeaked fiercely, and the steel rod in his hand was raised again, hitting the body of the long sword.

Tilting is a defensive move with little power. It only tilts the long sword to one side and passes sideways without losing speed.

The long sword turned over and stabbed from behind.

Without looking back, Yang Qing swung the long stick back, and the steel rod and the long sword collided again.

"Ding, ding, ding"

The long sword danced in the air, as if commanded by an arm, it was extremely flexible, the angle it struck was tricky, and its speed was also very fast.

Yang Qing had to stop and use the fine steel rod to resist the sword's attack.

Although this was not the first time he had fought against a Qi Refining monk, he was not surprised to see the black robe standing aside directing the attack with the long sword. What surprised him was that the long sword could be used with moves as if it were being held in his hand.

Yang Qing danced the fine steel rod left and right, blocking half of Yang Qing's body like a black light curtain, and the long sword stabbed on the black screen, making a clanking sound, but not a single sword pierced his body.

He stepped back and rushed towards the young man in black robe. He retracted the fine steel rod from the back of his body and then quickly pointed it out.

One end of the fine steel rod hit the tip of the sword, and the long sword flew away. Yang Qing used this force to rush towards the black-robed young man even faster.

"call…"

A heat wave suddenly appeared, like a beast preying on prey. The green and yellow weeds on the ground withered, turned black, and finally burned.

Yang Qing danced the steel rod again, and a dark curtain appeared, airtight.

The light red heat wave collided with the black curtain, causing sparks to fly.

This is the magic of the Qi Master!

Although the black curtain prevented the reddish heat wave from hitting Yang Qing, the palm holding the fine steel rod was still dried and cracked by the heat wave. The cold hair on his face and eyebrows were withered, and the long hair tied behind his head was already curled.

The sweat on his body was evaporated, and his gray robe was hot and dry.

If this heat wave directly hits Yang Qing, he will turn into a fireball and be burned to death. The spells of monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm are actually so powerful.

Ignoring the burning pain in my palms, I charged again with the still cold steel rod.

After the young man in black robe used this spell, his face turned pale and he looked tired. When he saw Yang Qing rushing over desperately, he reached into his arms, took out a handful of white powder, and sprinkled it towards Yang Qing's face.

No need to think that it must be poison, Yang Qing stopped breathing, his eyes stung, and tears flowed down his face.

Behind the body, away from the powder, there was a sharp sound of breaking through the air again.

My vision is blurred and I can only rely on my spiritual sense to capture it.

"bite"

The long sword was knocked away by the fine steel rod, flipped over, and shot into the air.

The young man in black robe stood on the long sword, flew into the air, threw a pill into his mouth, and said harsh words: "Poor man, you are lucky today. I am hungry. I will kill you when I am full."

Not too late”

The young man in black robe angrily ran away with his sword at a very fast speed.

Yang Qing's vision was blurred, and the steel rod protected his body, so he could only let the young man in black robe leave.

"Humph" Yang Qing snorted coldly, tears still bursting from his eyes, and he was still frightened. He didn't expect the spell to be so powerful.

This is still used by monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm. As for monks with higher cultivation levels, they also have combat skills and magical powers. How powerful it will be.

Let go of your consciousness, go to the black panther's body, simply collect some materials, and return to the waterfall with the stainless steel rod.

This short period of time made Yang Qing physically exhausted.

This kind of high-intensity fighting consumes physical strength quickly. After physical strength is restored, the strength will definitely increase.

No wonder it is said that fighting is the best way to practice.

In the clearing, all the husbands gathered around the mother-in-law whose throat was severed, and screamed softly.

Yang Qing did not disturb his husband, but walked silently to the waterfall, put the things away, and practiced the sixteen innate postures of the "Thirty-Six Forms of Hunyuan".

My vision is no longer blurry, but tears are streaming down my face, and there is a gap in my stuffy heart.;