Fairies Are Fierce

Chapter 50 Why worry about the blue sky on the road?

Tread Tread——

Tread Tread——

Thin raindrops fell in the endless dense forest, rapid footsteps appeared and disappeared in the rain curtain, and there were beast howls and calls from far behind:

"Stop running away, I'll give you a good time."

Two figures, one behind the other, walked through the endless forest. They didn't know where they went or how far they had to run. They were both sweating like rain and panting like cattle.

Gradually, the people running behind could no longer run and their speed began to slow down.

But the person who slowed down was not Wang Rui, who had a shallow cultivation level, but Zuo Lingquan, who had reached the end of his strength.

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and is gifted with unparalleled explosive power. However, no matter how good his explosive power is, he is still a mortal body.

How far can an ordinary person run at full speed, even if he is trying to escape?

Under normal circumstances, sprinters can sprint for half a mile at full speed. Zuo Lingquan ran nearly five miles.

Even if Wang Rui only has the third level of Qi Refining, he still has True Qi to rely on. As long as the True Qi is not exhausted, the True Qi in his body will continuously feed his body, and he will not die from exhaustion no matter how far he runs. The same is true for the six monks who are chasing after him.

Manpower will eventually be exhausted, but heaven will not.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this sentence before, but now he finds that it is indeed true.

No matter whether he is unwilling or unwilling, he cannot escape the gradual loss of strength in his body; he wants to take a breath, but the breath is getting shorter and shorter.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still as sharp as a sword, but his purple complexion and beating heartbeat kept reminding him that it was time to stop and rest.

But I can’t stop, I’ll die if I stop!

Wang Rui's breathing was equally heavy, and he ran forward with his head buried in the air, looking for a way out.

Ever since he was rescued last time, in Wang Rui's mind, Zuo Lingquan was much better than him, and he never thought that Zuo Lingquan would not be able to keep up.

But as he ran, Wang Rui also noticed that the distance between Zuo Lingquan and Zuo Lingquan was getting farther and farther, until the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

Wang Rui stopped quickly and turned around to ask in the smallest voice.

Zuo Lingquan stood there, holding a long sword in his hand, raindrops sliding down the sword's edge; his back was to Wang Rui, and sweat was steaming from his body.

Wang Rui didn't know why, looked behind cautiously, and whispered:

"Senior Brother Zuo, run quickly, these people are coming after you soon."

Zuo Lingquan looked into the depths of the forest behind him, adjusted his breathing with all his strength, suppressed the tremors of his muscles, and spoke in a calm voice:

"If you run, you will die. If you don't run, you will die. How can a swordsman turn his back on the enemy and run to death? You go first, and I will fight out."

Wang Rui actually knew that running would mean death.

Of the six monks behind, five of them were at least the eighth level of Qi Refining. Regardless of endurance or combat power, they could be crushed without any suspense.

Now we are keeping a little distance, just because the wandering warlocks can't run fast. The martial arts cultivators holding the shield are afraid that Zuo Lingquan will ambush and steal people, so they deliberately slow down and hug each other. There are two beasts following the traces behind. No matter how far they run, they can't escape. Don't fall off.

But if you keep running, you will at least have a glimmer of hope. What if the division commanders come over?

Qihuang Valley is a hundred miles away. In fact, it is better to hope that a Great Monster will emerge from the mountains and scare away a few wild cultivators.

But no matter how unrealistic it is, there is always some hope. If you go back, you will definitely die!

Wang Rui walked up quickly and was about to persuade Zuo Lingquan not to act out of anger, but when he saw Zuo Lingquan's purple complexion, he understood why Zuo Lingquan stopped - he would have to run to death if he ran again. Zuo Lingquan's only chance of survival is to go back and kill six opponents while he still has some strength.

Wang Rui opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.

"You go."

Zuo Lingquan took a deep breath and walked forward with his sword in hand.

Wang Rui hesitated for a moment, looked back at the depths of Evergreen Mountain, and then at Zuo Lingquan's back. Finally, he gritted his teeth, ran forward, and grabbed Zuo Lingquan:

"Brother, don't be so reckless, if you want to outsmart, I have a way."

Zuo Lingquan stopped in his tracks, and looked at Wang Rui in a blink of an eye, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

After all, there is no solution to the situation, if there is a glimmer of life, who would be willing to go back to die.

Wang Rui wiped the rain off his face, looked left and right at the dense rainforest, and then pointed to the crown of a big tree:

"Senior brother, you better ambush there. I had a great opportunity when I was a child and learned a secret technique. I didn't dare to show it in Qihuang Valley before. It's no longer possible to use it now, just look at it."

While speaking, Wang Rui took out the water bag from his waist and handed it to Zuo Lingquan:

"By the way, human blood is needed to perform the technique, senior brother, put a few drops of blood in it."

In a desperate situation, no matter how unreliable the method is, you have to try it, it is better than risking your life.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for only a moment, but still believed Wang Rui. After taking the water bag and filling his mouth, he cut his finger with the blade of his sword, dropped the blood in it, and handed it to Wang Rui:

"Is it enough?"

"Enough, take care of the wound, don't be caught by the tracking beasts in advance."

Wang Rui took the water bag and ran to the rear quickly, while the beasts behind were getting closer and closer.

Zuo Lingquan treated the wound on his finger, concealed his whereabouts, and walked lightly to the big tree in the distance, climbed up the big tree, and hid his figure among the canopy.

Soon, six figures in black cloaks showed their figures under the canopy at the end of the field of vision, and walked towards this side quickly.

Through the dense canopy of trees, one could vaguely see the man holding the sword and shield walking in front, the other five people walking behind, each paying attention to the surroundings, while two black panthers with black bodies were following the trail ahead.

Zuo Lingquan held his breath and waited for the opportunity in the canopy. At the same time, he also paid attention to the direction in which Wang Rui disappeared, wanting to see what kind of thing Wang Rui was hiding that could make a comeback in this desperate situation.

It's a pity that Zuo Lingquan waited for a long time, but he couldn't see anything earth-shattering born. On the contrary, a few wild cultivators in the distance were getting closer and closer, and finally reached the place where the two of them stayed just now, faint words came from the night rain:

"The footprints disappeared, it seems that I didn't run away..."

"Without True Qi by my side, it's unbelievable to run so far. I guess I walked slowly in hiding..."

"Ambush carefully, Zhao Ze, have you found any traces..."

"Wait a minute... the leopard smells blood, the two of them are going to the southwest..."

"Chase."

…

Among the dense forests, the six monks were on guard in all directions, and moved towards the southwest, gradually drifting away.

Zuo Lingquan felt like he was struck by lightning!

He stared at the six people who had gone away, his breathing had stagnated, but his eyes trembled uncontrollably.

…

"The operation requires human blood, senior brother, put a few drops of blood in it..."

"I have learned a secret technique...just look at mine..."

…

The words just now are still vivid in my memory, and now Zuo Lingquan sees them.

What kind of nonsense secret technique, the technique of luring the enemy, it's just a life for a life!

He saved Wang Rui once, but he didn't expect Wang Rui to repay him in this way!

The knuckles of Zuo Lingquan's hand holding the sword hilt were white, and the sword hilt wrapped with black rope seemed to be crushed.

There was no way out just now, but now a way out is right in front of you.

Reason told Zuo Lingquan that he should seize this opportunity.

Don't make a sound, don't be reckless, if there is any impulsiveness, both of them will die in vain, wasting the efforts of others.

The enemy has gone far, now he only needs to wait for a while, and then flee in the opposite direction carefully, and he will have a chance to escape.

Zuo Lingquan is doing this, and so it should be.

But he is not willing to do this!

He started practicing swords early and late at the age of three, and has practiced for fourteen years, and he has never slacked off even a single day.

He squeezed his own potential almost harshly, stabbing sword after sword almost stubbornly, for what?

In order to not be weaker than others in this life.

In order to gain a firm foothold in this world where people can move mountains and seas, so as not to be like now, watching others die for you, but there is nothing you can do.

Because of this kind of thing, there is a first time, and there will be a second and third time in the future.

After receiving this love today, there may be a situation that is even more serious than that in the future. At that time, will he continue to drag on?

The enemy this time is indeed strong, too strong to see any chance, but when is the enemy not strong?

One can only choose friends, not enemies. If you expect the enemy to be weaker than you every time, then what is the point of practicing this sword?

thunderbolt--

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the rainforest turned into day.

Zuo Lingquan clutched the sword that had been with him for more than ten years and stared at the direction in which the wild cultivators were leaving.

The enemy has gone far away, and there are beast howls, running and scolding sounds in the distance.

Wang Rui has been discovered and won't be able to escape for long.

The chances of winning are almost gone. It is a reckless act to kill someone in a hurry and is not advisable!

If you don't leave now, it will be too late...

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The wind was strong and the rain was pouring.

Under the vast power of heaven, in the endless rain forest, six people marched quickly in a team, following the two black panthers, chasing the enemies fleeing in the woods.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and the raindrops were like soybeans, hitting the canopy of the trees. The crackling sound even suppressed the howls of animals and conversations.

Ancestor Qian Teng was protected by several people in the middle. During the chase, he raised his eyes to the top of the tree crown, with a slightly solemn expression on his face:

"Why did it rain so hard suddenly?"

"That's how it is in the deep mountains and old forests. Fight quickly. If you wait too long, be careful of the people from Qihuang Valley arriving."

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and followed the two black panthers, chasing the inaudible blood stains on the muddy ground.

Not long after the six people left, the two black panthers stopped at the same time and looked at a pool among the mountains.

Zhao Ze was carrying a box wrapped in black cloth and raised his hand to signal:

"In the pool."

After everyone exchanged glances, Tu Yang and Jian Wuye, two martial arts cultivators, cautiously approached the water pool and set up defenses at the edge of the water pool.

Ancestor Qian Teng gave a signal with his eyes, and his disciple Fan Chenglin nodded slightly. He came to the edge of the pool with a black ruler in hand, inserted the ruler into the opposite side, pinched the magic rule with his right hand, and pressed the ruler with his left hand.

Buzz buzz——

Under the pouring rain, the deep pool began to vibrate visibly with the naked eye. Ripples appeared on the surface of the pool, and the silt and gravel at the bottom of the pool began to roll, turning the pool into a pool of viscous mud in an instant.

The shock lasted only a moment before the pool surged. Wang Rui, desperate, rushed out of the mud, turned around and ran to the other side of the pool.

But the six of them were prepared, so how could they give them a chance to escape.

The talisman in Nangong Xin's hand was ready to go. When he saw someone rushing out of the quagmire, he immediately wanted to use the talisman to kill him.

But just when Nangong Xin was about to take action, the black cloak of Qian Teng Ancestor standing next to him suddenly swelled, and his whole body moved sideways quickly; Nangong Xin's worry-free talisman, which had never been removed, also quickly moved to the rear. .

"Watch out!"

Tu Yang sensed something was wrong, turned around from the water pool, looked up and saw a black afterimage rushing out of the crowd behind him, and a long sword with a bit of cold light, piercing Nangong Xin's back.

Nangong Xin and Qian Teng Ancestor, for the sake of safety, stood at the back.

Being attacked, Nangong Xin couldn't hide from the front, and the same was true from behind.

Bang——

The worry-free talisman exploded, but it still failed to hinder the sword's edge.

Nangong Xin realized something was wrong, and turned out a snow-white talisman in his hand. But before he could activate it, he saw a sword tip revealed between his eyes!

crack——

The edge of the sword is ready to be withdrawn at the first touch.

As soon as everyone in Baisheng Valley reacted, Nangong Xin fell to the ground, blood flowed from the back of his head, and the talisman holder in his hand fell out.

The remaining five people turned around and looked behind them as if facing a formidable enemy.

Behind, in the dense forest swept by the violent wind and rain, a black shadow stood under the ancient trees in the sky.

The three-foot green blade in his hand was still dripping with blood.

thunderbolt--

Thunder sounded overhead, and bright electric light illuminated the earth, creating thousands of shadows in the twisted and tangled dense forest.

The shadow's face flashed away, and the only thing that left an impression on everyone was the eyes.

Those eyes are as sharp as a sword!

Wang Rui crawled out of the pool, ran a long distance, and found that he was not dead. He quickly looked back; but after seeing the situation clearly, he was stunned at first, and then became a little anxious:

"Senior Brother Zuo, what are you doing when you come back?"

"kill."

After Zuo Lingquan uttered two words, he pointed his sword at the ground and walked towards the remaining five people.

Tu Yang was originally looking at Zuo Lingquan's body, but when he saw the sword, his expression suddenly condensed:

"Something's wrong."

In fact, there is no need to remind, Ancestor Qianto and others have already noticed it.

The sword was drawn out too quickly just now and I couldn't see it clearly. Now if I look carefully, I can clearly see that there is black mist that appears and disappears on the long sword in Zuo Lingquan's right hand.

The lines of rain falling from the sky are also invisiblely pulled, and they all drift in the direction of Zuo Lingquan, just like a high river flowing into a low valley.

Zhao Ze's five elements were close to the water. He felt the True Qi in his body was stirring. Looking at the changes in the Celestial Phenomenon around him, he said with some surprise:

"Is this Spirit Valley?"

Ancestor Qian Teng has reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining and has profound experience. He frowned and explained:

"The realm has been broken. The two meridians of Ren and Du are fully connected, the Little Zhoutian has been completed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges on its own. It's not a spiritual valley, but it's not far off."

"what to do?"

"What do you think we should do? Why don't we apologize and leave?"

"..."

Everyone stopped talking and slowly formed their formation.

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and strode towards Zuo Lingquan, followed closely by Jian Wuye.

Master Qian Teng and his disciples retreated at the same time and took out their Law Weapons again.

Zhao Ze took out a jade flute, put it to his lips and blew it. In an instant, all the beasts in the dense forest under the rain curtain fled and gathered here.

And the other side.

Zuo Lingquan walked slowly with his sword in hand, his face expressionless, and he was actually a little confused in his heart.

He rushed forward with all his strength, because the opponent was too powerful, so he could only analyze the situation with all his heart and try his best to squeeze his own potential.

But as he ran, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem so tired.

This feeling is like an extremely tired person who suddenly walks into a refreshing and cool room, takes a sip of herbal tea, and there are a few young and beautiful girls around him kneading and kneading, his limbs and bones are instantly clear.

Zuo Lingquan originally thought this was a flashback before his body collapsed, but after a sword pierced Nangong Xin's head, he only felt confident.

This is how my sword should be!

Zuo Lingquan felt the Qi Sea point under the navel, there was a weak but obvious heat flow, which rose along the Ren Meridian on the chest line; then turned back along the Du Meridian near the spine, and finally returned to Qi Sea.

The flow is extremely fast, and with each cycle, the heat flow becomes clearer.

This hot current, as he held the sword and was ready to go, it became concrete in front of his eyes - wisps of black mist loomed on the bright sword blade, increasing every minute and every second.

The water color of the Five Elements is black, this is True Qi!

Zuo Lingquan felt the sudden appearance of True Qi in his body, but he was not ecstatic or happy in his heart. He felt that this was God finally opening his eyes.

Because he deserves it!

He has been working hard for 14 years, but he never expects blessings from heaven and reaping things for nothing; what he relies on is one sword after another, and the accumulation of dripping water and rocks, and he has never slacked off for a day.

The True Qi that appeared in his body was not a gift given to him by God out of kindness, but something that he should have obtained with his ability long ago, but came too late!

thunderbolt--

The electric python rushed through the sea of ​​clouds, and a thunder sounded in the sky.

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and strode forward.

Zuo Lingquan gently twisted the edge of the sword and raised his eyes.

The rainforest, which was raging with violent wind and rain, fell silent at this moment.

Thousands of birds and beasts attracted by the beast-calling flute fell silent at the same time.

Jian Wuye, who was following Tu Yang, suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He is also a swordsman, and he understands the pressure and penetrating power coming from his face. That is the 'Sword Intent' that only strong swordsmen can have.

Sword Intent is a very mysterious term. It can't be seen or touched. No one can tell what it is, but everyone can feel it.

If I had to find a description, it would be the look in the front - condescending, unrivaled, telling you clearly that you are going to die soon!

Jian Wuye swallowed, unable to face the sharp edge, and slowly backed away.

Tu Yang was walking on a domineering path, and he felt that there was an indestructible blade in front of him, waiting for him to hit it.

But Tu Yang couldn't retreat.

The disciples of Tiedong Mansion have always made progress without retreating. If they advance, they will live, if they retreat, they will die.

"Breaking the military!"

Tu Yang roared angrily, and the Elephant King Shield in his hand burst into white light. His muscles were towering, and the white True Qi could be clearly seen, coming out from the limbs and bones, and merged into the Elephant King Shield in his hand.

At the same moment, Zuo Lingquan's speed surged. He held a three-foot green sword in his hand, but he didn't see how to draw the sword. The tip of the sword was already pointed at the center of the Elephant King's shield.

Boom——

The clear sword cry echoed in the violent wind and rain!

This sword is far less powerful than the last time, but the sound is much purer and clearer, because this is Zuo Lingquan's own True Qi!

Threads of black mist on the sword's edge poured out the moment the sword tip touched the round shield, like a stream of ink as thin as a blade, penetrated the unstoppable Elephant King's shield and hit Tu Yang right in the heart.

crack——

Tu Yang, who was striding forward, saw the sword marks appearing behind the round shield. His body was still rushing forward, but he failed to hit anything.

Zuo Lingquan retracted his sword at the first touch, flew over from above, stopped firmly on the ground, and looked up at the remaining four people.

thump--

Tu Yang, who was behind him, rushed out for more than three feet before he fell to the ground. There was a sword wound on his back. The sword wound was neat and regular, just the cut surface of the sword strip. It didn't even damage the robe next to him.

"Tu Yang!"

Ancestor Qian Teng and the others didn't even notice that Tu Yang had suffered a fatal injury, so they hurriedly called out.

There was obviously no response to this call.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in hand. He wanted to go all out to deal with the remaining four people, but after one strike, he suddenly found that he was a little powerless - although he suddenly had True Qi in his body, it took time for his body to refine True Qi; True Qi's time-recovery, every sword move is full of nourishing water. Needless to say, after the sword is released, not a drop is left.

!

Facing four strong enemies, the depletion of True Qi is obviously a serious problem.

Zuo Lingquan reacted quickly, stopped in front of the four people, held the sword upside down with his hands behind his back, crushed the remaining white jade baht in his sleeve robe, his eyes were still cold, and he scanned the four people:

"Who are you?"

Ancestor Qian Teng found that Tu Yang was dead, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He did not dare to step forward rashly. He stood behind Jian Wuye and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

Zuo Lingquan stood in the rain and said calmly:

"Da Dan Prince Consort, don't you know that you are here to kill me?"

"Why are you so cultivated?"

"Curious? Then I will let you know today that fourteen years ago..."

…

Rory, please.

Wang Rui was afraid of being caught by his opponent, so he stood cautiously behind the enemy, staying very far away and not daring to move. When he saw the wise and powerful Senior Brother Zuo, he suddenly stopped and chatted, and jumped up and down in anxiety:

"Senior Brother Zuo, if you talk too much, you will die early. When you do things, you must be quick and clean."

Zuo Lingquan's face was stern, but his heart trembled, and he thought to himself: Do you think I don't know that villains die from talking too much? How can you delay time without talking?

Zuo Lingquan ignored his weak-sighted junior brother and continued talking to himself, talking about his past of practicing swordsmanship hard and his great vision for the future.

Ancestor Qian Teng has been practicing cultivation for nearly a hundred years, and his experience must be quite high. After listening to Zuo Lingquan Luo Liba for a long time, he gradually came to his senses:

"Hurry, he has just broken through, and the True Qi in his body is close to depletion. He is secretly doing Qi Condensation. Let's fight quickly!"

Jian Wuye originally thought that he would definitely die today, but when he heard these words, he reacted and did not let go of the remaining chance of survival. He rose up and came to Zuo Lingquan in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ze was good at controlling beasts, but his combat power was not strong, so he jumped directly into the dense forest next to the pool and commanded the insect beasts secretly.

Ancestor Qian Teng and his apprentice Fan Chenglin are both wandering warlocks. They have no chance of winning against a martial artist with such explosive power as Zuo Lingquan. As long as Jian Wuye dies, they can't even run away, so they both took out their weapons immediately. The ability to keep the bottom of the box.

Zuo Lingquan holds a white jade baht behind his back and uses Qihuang Valley's "Qi Yang Jue" to refine and absorb it. However, refining spiritual energy is a delicate job, and Qi Yang Jue is not a superior technique. Even when sitting cross-legged and entering meditation, the speed is slow, let alone It's time to talk about this kind of multitasking.

Seeing Jian Wuye risking his life, Zuo Lingquan could only put the crushed white jade baht in his sleeve robe, raised the sword and stepped forward again.

Although Zuo Lingquan is unable to use sword skills due to the thin True Qi, most of his physical strength has been restored by the nourishment of True Qi. No matter how little True Qi he has, he is still stronger than none, and his combat ability is only stronger than before.

However, Jian Wuye's desperate counterattack should not be underestimated. He raised his hand and performed a stunning stunt called "Yuxia Chengqi".

Among the nine sects, Jingtai is most famous for its 'swordsmanship' and 'beast control'. There are five killing moves in swordsmanship that can be passed on to foreigners. The national master Yue Pingyang learned three moves, and the strongest one is 'Yuxia Chengqi'.

I saw Jian Wuye raising his speed to the extreme, and the green sword light shone more than two feet from the tip of the sword. He made a move with the sword, but three sword shadows appeared in front of the sword point, pointing directly at Zuo Lingquan's eyebrows, heart, and Qi Sea.

Jingtai's swordsmanship is famous for its ghosts and ghosts, and it is most difficult to guard against the illusion and reality. When Yu Xiachengqi practiced to a great extent, she could shoot out hundreds of swords, some of which were false and some real. If she blocked the sword in the wrong place, she would die suddenly on the spot.

Zuo Lingquan had heard about this move in Qihuang Valley, and his method of dealing with it was very simple - avoid fighting without blocking a single sword, rely on the explosive power of his body to jump into the air, wait for three swords to pass under him, and then backhand A sword touched Jian Wuye's eyebrows like a dragonfly touching water.

Ding--

The edge of the sword is ready to be withdrawn at the first touch.

Jian Wuye thrust out his sword, but without turning back, he knelt down on the ground and made no sound again.

Zuo Lingquan calmly sheathed his sword in the air and fell back to the ground, intending to continue moving forward.

But when he looked up, he found that the Qianteng ancestor in front of him had already raised the bronze mirror when Jian Wuye rushed forward.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered a loss and immediately closed his eyes and tilted his head, but what he was waiting for was not a flash bomb, but Wang Rui's words:

"careful!"

Zuo Lingquan's heart sank, knowing that he had hit the trick, he retreated quickly, but his ankle was entangled inexplicably.

He lowered his eyes, and was surprised to find that a cyan ripple covered an area of ​​nearly ten feet around Qianteng Patriarch.

Wherever the ripples passed, trees, flowers and plants stretched out twisted vines, entangled everything that could be entangled.

For low-level monks, it is difficult to control True Qi outside the body. Under normal circumstances, only a martial artist at the second level of the Spiritual Valley can make his True Qi affect a target ten feet away; even if the internal practitioner specializes in magic, it is impossible for him to control Qi Refining. Eleventh level, affecting such a large area.

Zuo Lingquan understood this and looked up, only to see the old man standing by the pool. The black cloak had fallen off his body, his robes were bulging, his beard and hair were flying, and his face was as white as pale paper without any blood, as if he had been squeezed dry in an instant. vitality.

But in an instant, the dense rain forest with a radius of ten feet was covered by twisted vines.

No matter how fast Zuo Lingquan ran, he could not dodge ten feet away. Moreover, Fan Chenglin, who was holding a ruler next to him, rushed to Zuo Lingquan's vicinity before his death and inserted the ruler in his hand into the mud when the master took action; the ground trembled and rolled in an instant. , turned into a pulpy swamp under the rain, and there was no place to stand on it.

The two wandering warlocks devoted all their knowledge regardless of the cost, and the effect it brought was beyond Zuo Lingquan's cognition.

Zuo Lingquan felt his feet go limp and sank more than two inches. Before he could pull out his feet in the future, his whole body was covered by vines. He swung his sword and cut off a few vines, but it was impossible to sweep away the vines with a radius of ten feet in a flash.

At this critical moment, Zuo Lingquan heard another thunderous scolding:

"shock!"

Patriarch Qianteng held up the bronze mirror with both hands, pouring True Qi all over his body into it, brightening the brass mirror, and after a while, sparks of electric light shone.

Shock is like thunder, and thunder belongs to the wood of the five elements!

When Zuo Lingquan heard the word 'shock', his heart suddenly became cold. He poured the few True Qi into the remaining Wuyou Talisman without hesitation, and at the same time, he forcibly tore off the vines and threw himself to the ground.

clap--

As the word "shock" came out, light burst out from the bronze mirror, and then a twisted electric snake as thick as a bowl rushed out from between the bronze mirrors and landed in the rainforest covered with thousands of vines.

Although the worry-free talisman exploded, the worry-free talisman can at most deal with the monks of the sixth level, and it is not much different from a blow that spares no effort from the monks of the eleventh level.

bang——

The lightning flashed away, and the tangled vines exploded, splashing out countless pieces of wood that had been struck black by lightning.

The broken wood was scattered in the forest, and the earth-shattering movement came to an abrupt end.

"Senior Brother Zuo!"

Wang Rui, who was hiding in the distance, turned pale and called urgently, but he didn't dare to go forward.

"Cough cough cough——"

Patriarch Qian Teng coughed up a mouthful of black blood after the forcible operation, knelt down on the ground, and stared at the ruined rainforest.

Through the dim light, it was possible to see a figure lying in the center of the lightning strike, sinking into the softened mud.

"Quickly go and make up for it, don't let him recover."

After all, Ancestor Qian Teng only has the 11th level of Qi Refining. It would be difficult to kill a 12th level martial artist by forcefully using his lightning technique, but if hit head-on, it would be no problem to stun him.

Disciple Fan Chenglin, upon hearing this, quickly drew out his ruler and rushed towards the scorched area.

But as soon as he took a step, he saw the figure on the ground move.

! !

Fan Chenglin's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly backed away. When he looked carefully, he saw the figure on the ground 'turning over', revealing his robe that was completely burnt but still intact.

"Nangong Xin? What happened..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lingquan climbed up from the mud pit.

"Ahem - so damn cruel..."

Zuo Lingquan's clothes were in tatters and covered with mud, and even his hair was curled and smoking. However, with Nangong Xin's body and robe blocking him, he was not fatally injured.

Zuo Lingquan was struck by lightning and was dizzy. He wiped his face with the rain before he regained his breath. He raised his eyes to look at the two retreating opponents and said coldly:

"Is there any more tricks? It's my turn."

Patriarch Qian Teng himself is not a monk who is good at killing. He only has this unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box with his hands, let alone his apprentice.

Seeing that Tu Yang and Jian Wuye were both dead, Ancestor Qian Teng knew that he was doomed and roared in the blink of an eye:

"Zhao Ze! Why don't you come out? He's seriously injured and won't last long!"

Disciple Fan Chenglin was also retreating, looking for Zhao Ze's figure. Although Zhao Ze was not good at killing, he had tamed a few spiritual beasts and still had some fighting power. If he came out now, he might be able to escape. .

As Patriarch Qian Teng shouted in despair, movement soon came from the dense forest, but it was not Zhao Ze.

Buzz buzz——

There was a dense noise, like locusts passing through the sky, blocking out the sun and pressing down from the forest.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, sensing something was wrong, and immediately rushed towards Ancestor Qian Teng and Fan Chenglin.

When Fan Chenglin heard the sound, his already pale face turned a little whiter:

"Master, it seems like a man-eating bee, Zhao Ze ran away and wanted to destroy the body and eliminate any traces."

Patriarch Qian Teng naturally heard what it was, his eyes were blood red and he cursed angrily:

"Zhao Ze, you must die a good death! Even if I turn into a ghost, I will still..."

puff--

One sword kills the head!

Zuo Lingquan's movements were as fast as thunder. After killing Qian Teng Patriarch who had no remaining strength, he stabbed Fan Chenglin to death at the sixth level of Qi Refining with a backhand sword.

In the dense forest, a black swarm of bees also appeared, looking like a black cloud from a distance.

No matter how good Zuo Lingquan's sword skills are, he can't kill the locusts with his sword randomly. He ran to Wang Rui and said urgently:

"How to deal with cannibal bees?"

"Man-eating bees are poisonous. The rain is too heavy and we can't light a fire. We hide in the water and wait for the swarm to pass..."

Wang Rui was so frightened by the mighty swarm that he turned pale and plunged into the pond.

Zuo Lingquan had almost no True Qi in his body, and his skin and flesh were not invulnerable. When he saw the swarm coming towards him, he immediately jumped into the pool with him.

Plop——

The next moment, a black cloud composed of bees swarmed over from above...

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Fifteen thousand words, that’s seven updates~

In order to keep up the chapters, the number of words in the new book issue has exceeded too many orz

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