Eternal Tranquility

"Go ahead." Liu Qinghuan said, "Since we have met him, we will help him fight."

The two approached, but before they arrived, two second-level monsters rushed out of the battle group and rushed toward the two.

Mo Qianli took out his lantern, reached out and threw a ball of warm downy firelight at one of the lacquer-feathered and golden-eyed eagles: "Flat-haired beast, come here!"

As he spoke, it flew up from the little hoofed horned beast and quickly dodged to the side.

The lacquer-feathered golden-eyed eagle screamed, dodged the fire and chased after it.

The other one was a flying centipede, a middle-grade second-level creature. Each segment of its body was covered in black armor with a metallic luster, and it was over two feet long. Each of the countless thin legs is like a sharp sickle, swimming quickly, and the sound of "clang" is endless. The sharp fangs in his mouth were scissoring towards Liu Qinghuan!

Liu Qinghuan patted his body, and the little hoofed horned beast was taken back into the spirit beast bag in a blink of an eye. The body rotated several times and passed by the claws. A gray light flashed between his brows, and the sword of life and death quickly expanded into a long sword, and he turned around and slashed!

The two compound eyes of the flying centipede flashed with cold light, and its body was bent and twisted. Its huge body was whipped over like a whip with a chilling sound.

Liu Qinghuan's figure drifted away in the wind, but the gray sword continued to slash forward without dodging.

"Bang!" The flying centipede's tail swept across, knocking the gray sword straight, causing it to fly backwards.

A hint of coldness appeared at the corner of Liu Qinghuan's mouth, and the technique in his hand suddenly changed, and he saw the gray long sword that had been knocked away suddenly dissipated like smoke. There was a flash of gray light in the middle of the Flying Centipede's body, and a long sword suddenly emerged from the void, slashing between its two bodies as fast as lightning!

This change was so strange that even though the Flying Centipede tried its best to shrink its body, it couldn't make it in time!

Although there was black armor covering the joints and limbs, it was the most vulnerable place. In addition, Liu Qinghuan's sword of life and death was so sharp. In an instant, the black armor was shattered and black blood spattered. The wound was so deep that it almost penetrated!

Liu Qinghuan's eyes showed satisfaction.

The first form of the "Eight-Character Sword Technique" of the "Huanzi Jue" is about the moon moving and the stars changing. It fully displays the magic characters in the sword moves, showing the unpredictable changes and surprises.

The Flying Centipede was in great pain and twisted its head back, and a stream of extremely smelly black venom sprayed towards the gray sword.

Its venom is highly corrosive, and even a high-grade spiritual weapon will be damaged if it touches even a little bit.

But it was destined to be disappointed today. Liu Qinghuan's sword intention of life and death was realized in the anger of Xuanyang and the death energy of Xuanyin. It was a very special existence, but it could not be corroded by ordinary venom.

What's even more frightening is that the long gray sword, soaked in black venom, stabs its mouth instead!

The Flying Centipede was so frightened that he shut his mouth and turned around. But he didn't expect that it was still a phantom this time. The sword was slightly blurred, and there was a flash of gray light at its tail!

If the Flying Centipede could make a sound, it would probably be roaring with rage right now. But even if it couldn't make a sound, it still opened its big mouth and roared silently, and its two fangs clicked loudly. The tail tightened rapidly, and the hard back armor was connected into one piece without any flaws.

But he didn't expect that the long sword that had just been soaked in the black liquid and gradually blurred suddenly condensed, passed through the fangs like an arrow from the string, and shot electricity into its open mouth!

The movement of the moon and the change of the stars is not a simple magic trick. The key point is still between the two words "shift" and "change".

Liu Qinghuan grabbed the fallen body of the flying centipede with his right hand and put it into the storage bag. With another move, the gray sword flew back to his side.

Liu Qinghuan was extremely satisfied. "Eight-Character Sword Art" is indeed exquisite, but it is too difficult to practice. He practiced this pose alone for half a year before he achieved today's results.

There are several forms of the Huanzi Jue, not to mention the other several characters of the Sword Jue.

"Senior, senior! Help!" A monk at the ninth level of qi training shouted and flew towards him in panic.

Liu Qinghuan turned around and saw an extremely ugly second-level low-grade gray moth chasing behind him. With a flash of its wings, it had already forced itself into the Qi Practitioner.

Liu Qinghuan's thoughts moved, and the gray sword at his side came forward.

The killing was so intense that the sky was dark and the earth was dark. Fortunately, although there were many monsters and beasts, there were also many monks on the side. Monks from the direction of Eagle's Nest City came one after another to join them, and finally killed all the monsters and beasts.

At the end of the battle, many people were disgraced and embarrassed, and some were injured and died. Those monks who died had their belongings picked up and burned on fire. At least they ended up with their bodies exposed in the wilderness.

Several foundation-building monks flew over and greeted Liu Mo and the others.

"Hey, it's you guys." Mo Qianli smiled and said, "I didn't know you were coming to the Eagle's Nest City too."

"You can come, but we can't?" one of them laughed and scolded.

A few people joked a little, repaired themselves, then dispersed and continued on their way.

"Who are those people?" Liu Qinghuan asked.

A hint of sneer appeared at the corner of Mo Qianli's mouth: "They are the descendants of several elders of small and medium-sized sects. I met them at a party, and they were just a bunch of dudes."

Liu Qinghuan said "Oh" and summoned the small hoofed horned beast. They would not walk slowly with those Qi-training monks, leaving the devastated battlefield behind them in the blink of an eye.

During the subsequent journey, the two of them were attacked by several groups of monsters. If they were defeated, they would fight. If they couldn't be defeated, they would run away. Sometimes they would help the lower-level monks when they saw them in danger.

When encountering a large group of monsters, the monks on their way spontaneously formed a group to resist. Casualties occurred from time to time, and monks were constantly killed in the mouths of beasts. Blood spilled down, dyeing the water and trees in the swamp red.

Everyone had a heavy heart, and most of them had not expected that the journey would be so difficult. Some qi-training monks simply gave up going straight and flew to the outskirts of Qushang Swamp, choosing a detour. And there are many people who do this.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the backs of the leaving Qi Practitioners with a solemn expression. Mo Qianli next to him asked in confusion: "Brother Liu, what's wrong?"

"Time." Liu Qinghuan said: "There is not enough time. If they circle from outside, the distance will almost double. There is not enough time to reach Haoyuan City."

"How could it be?" Mo Qianli said, "It doesn't matter how many days it is at night."

Liu Qinghuan glanced at him, then turned to look into the depths of Qushang Swamp. Under the gray sky, the vast forests and swamps looked like ferocious beasts that had been dormant for thousands of years, about to reveal their ferocious fangs.

Liu Qinghuan listened to the whistling wind: "The war is not far away. The sooner we can reach Haoyuan City, the sooner we will be safe. And those Qi-training monks are already traveling slowly. If they take another detour, they will probably not have time to enter." Haoyuan City.”

By then, monsters were raging outside the city, and their lives were even more in danger.

Since the establishment of Eagle's Nest City, many monks from sects have gathered there, and the number of people in Haoyuan City has dropped sharply. Now that the war is imminent, the Rogue Cultivator Alliance has no choice but to send a request for the Immortal Cultivator Alliance to dispatch a group of people for support.

Mo Qianli muttered: "Why don't we send Nascent Soul cultivators to destroy the lairs of those fourth-level monsters and kill all the third-level monsters? The other low-level monsters have no command and can just kill them at will." Can clear light.”

Liu Qinghuan clapped his hands and said: "This is a good idea. If the Immortal Cultivation Alliance doesn't invite you to advise them, it will be their loss."

He turned his hand and slapped Mo Qianli on the head: "What do you think you do with this head? The third and fourth levels must be so easy to kill. Back then in the Taixuanji Really Big Cave, there were so many multi-dimensional infant monks besieging two incarnations. Demon cultivator, why is there another one running away?"

The two of them sat on the little hoofed horned beast and chatted while rushing on their way. Because there was a small horned beast traveling on his behalf, he could barely recover some spiritual power during the journey, which was better than others.

It wasn't until the middle of the trip that the attacks from the monsters began to decrease. Even so, it was already more than half a month later when they arrived at Haoyuan City.

The original journey of eight or nine days was suddenly doubled!

As foundation-building monks, they were already the fastest, and there were more people coming from behind.