Drunk Immortal Gourd

"Stop being so verbose, just hit him if you want!" Qingyang said impatiently.

Qingyang's words completely angered the short man. The other party, a small first-level foundation-building monk, actually took the initiative to provoke himself, a third-level foundation-building monk. He really didn't know how to live or die. He snorted coldly and said: "Humph, since If you are in a hurry to reincarnate, I will help you.”

As soon as he finished speaking, the foundation-building monk had a thought, and a seven or eight-foot long purple gold dragon knife appeared in the air, transformed into a dragon-shaped light and shadow, and struck Qingyang.

Qingyang had already made preparations. He took out the three spiritual swords of Qingmu Sword, Hantan Sword, and Qianfeng Sword, and displayed his special skill, Three Yuan Sword Formation, a huge sword formation, with countless swords. The sword shadow moved towards the purple-gold dragon sword.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Qingyang. It is difficult for the iron-armed monkey to defeat the tall third-level foundation-building monk, and it is difficult for the alcoholic queen bee to hold off the fifth-level foundation-building monk for a long time. Once the fifth-level foundation-building monk is Once the monks get out of trouble, the situation on Qingyang's side will quickly collapse, and there will be no hope of victory, so Qingyang must fight quickly and kill the others before that happens.

Seeing the power of Qingyang's sword formation, the short third-level foundation-building monk was also a little surprised. He did not expect that Qingyang, a first-level foundation-building monk, could actually use such a powerful sword formation. As soon as this sword formation was used, It can cause huge pressure on yourself.

Although the short monk was surprised, he still felt a little disdain for Qingyang, because the other party's cultivation level was much lower than his. He felt that Qingyang's sword formation was evenly matched with his, and no one could do anything about him. It is simply impossible to defeat yourself.

The short monk quickly paid the price for his carelessness. The Purple Gold Panlong Sword struck the three-yuan sword formation without causing any waves at all. It flew back faster than before, and the three-yuan sword array flew back faster than before. The sword formation continued to kill the short monk.

Seeing that the power of the sword formation on the opposite side had not decreased much and was about to fall on him, the short monk was horrified. However, at this time, it was too late to use other methods and could only use the true energy throughout his body. , activating the defensive shield on the body.

When encountering the Three-Yuan Sword Formation, the defensive shield of the foundation-building monk was like paper and was instantly destroyed. However, the short monk also had a low-grade defensive spiritual weapon on his body. It was just that things happened in a hurry, and the defensive spiritual weapon was The power has not yet been activated to its maximum extent.

Just hearing a bang, the Three-Yuan Sword Formation broke through the defensive spiritual weapon and struck the short foundation-building monk. The two consecutive layers of defense also consumed most of the energy of the Three-Yuan Sword Formation. The short monk continued He took five or six steps back and fell to the ground.

Looking at him now, he was completely naked, with wounds of all sizes and sizes everywhere. There was not a single piece of intact flesh and blood on his body, and a large area of ​​blood and flesh was sprayed out, almost dyeing the entire surrounding area red. After being severely injured, the short monk was unable to move even though he was not dead yet. He had lost half of his life and could only be slaughtered by others.

Naturally, Qingyang would not miss such a good opportunity. He raised a flying sword and slashed at the short monk's head. Facing the attack, the short monk could not resist and could only ask for help from the tall monk next to him.

It's just that the tall monk was dragged by the iron-armed monkey. Not to mention that he couldn't get rid of the iron-armed monkey. Even if he could free his hands, it would be too late. With a pop sound, the spiritual sword struck the short monk's neck, and his head instantly fell to the side. Then Qingyang cast a spell and released a ball of flame, which burned the short monk's body and spirit completely.

After taking care of the short monk, Qingyang quickly turned his spirit sword and cooperated with the iron-armed monkey next to him. One person and one monkey teamed up to deal with the tall third-level monk.

Qingyang killed the short monk cleanly just now. This was because Qingyang's Three-Yuan Sword Formation was extremely powerful, but also because the other party was too careless and underestimated Qingyang's strength. Otherwise, although Qingyang would have won in the end, But it won't win so quickly.

Although the tall monk didn't have time to save his companion, he knew Qingyang's true strength. He knew that this kid's cultivation level was not high, but the sword array he used was so powerful that he could kill even the third-level monks. With the short monk's lessons learned, the tall monk would naturally not give Qingyang an opportunity to take advantage of him. Every time he faced off against Qingyang, he would be heavily insured.

The tall monk was extremely cunning. Two quarters of an hour passed in the blink of an eye, and Qingyang did not hurt the other party. This was partly because the tall monk was stronger than the short monk, but the more reason was that the other party was more cautious. Don't give Qingyang a chance to cheat.

In desperation, Qingyang could only resort to head-to-head combat. He and the Iron-armed Monkey teamed up to hold the opponent down, and then used the Three-Yuan Sword Formation to launch a strong attack. In this case, the tall monk could only fight head-on. , although he was more prepared than the short monk, but facing the huge power of the Three-Yuan Sword Formation, injuries were inevitable. Before long, the tall monk's defense methods had been exhausted, and his body suffered continuous heavy injuries, and even his movements were unable to do so. Much slower.

No one could take advantage of this hard-fought approach. The tall monk suffered heavy injuries, and the true energy in Qingyang's body was almost completely consumed. His spiritual mind was overloaded, and the energy and blood in his body were boiling, as if it were boiling. Like boiling water, there is always a danger of riots.

Not only Qingyang, but also the iron-armed monkey's condition was not much better. His physical strength was almost exhausted and his body suffered numerous wounds. The blood flowed down his hair and formed blood scabs. Especially on his back, because he failed to dodge, he was hit directly by the tall monk's spiritual energy, cutting a half-foot-deep hole, and even the bones were exposed. If it weren't for the fact that this place was not a critical point, the iron-armed monkey might have been killed in just one move.

When the battle reaches this level, it depends on strength and perseverance. No tricks will work. It just depends on who can hold on longer. But generally speaking, Qingyang and the Iron-armed Monkey still have a slight advantage. With two against one, they can kill each other even if they are exhausted.

The tall third-level foundation-building monk never thought that he would be pushed to this extent by a first-level foundation-building monk. Seeing that he might lose his life if he continued to be delayed, he immediately made plans to escape. But thinking about the methods of Master Lingxu, thinking about the name of the Blood Demon Sect, and thinking about the spiritual blood master in the Nascent Soul stage, this idea was instantly dismissed.

The tall man was worthy of being a monk who could enter the middle stage of foundation building in just one step. His potential should not be underestimated. Even under such circumstances, he persisted for another quarter of an hour. The alcoholic Queen Bee was becoming more and more strenuous. , the illusion is on the verge of being shattered at any time.