I will survive with proficiency

battle scene.

Relying on her excellent ice spells, Yun Haitang continuously delivered attacks.

escape?

I'm afraid I can't escape.

beat?

Can't beat it.

Yun Haitang could feel that her spiritual power was passing away quickly, and if she kept going like this, she would lose sooner or later. She prepared for the worst, and in the worst case, everything will be destroyed.

Just a little unwilling.

There are still too many things that have not been done, too many lives that have not been experienced, too many foreign lands that have not been visited, and too many emotions that have not been released.

Originally, I thought that since the demon cultivator aimed to make all righteous monks become demons, naturally he would not kill the herb picker at will. Seeing that this area has been destroyed by demonic cultivators for many days today, I think that there should be no demonic cultivators in this area again.

I never thought it would be so abnormal, but I actually encountered it.

And the other party vowed not to give up.

However, since he was going to die, he had to drag the opponent half his life.

"Boom~"

"Humph, hum, let's see how much spiritual power you still have." The middle-aged Moxiu snorted coldly, increasing the control of the black energy and black snake.

Sudden.

"咻~", "咻~"

A few ice swords suddenly struck the back of the middle-aged Moxiu from the dark place, and just as he was about to succeed, the middle-aged Moxiu swung back suddenly, and a wave of spiritual power swept over him.

The ice sword suddenly disappeared.

"Oh, I knew you would sneak attack."

The middle-aged Moxiu sneered, and at the same time swung his magical weapon towards a shadowy place, and several bundles of fiery spiritual power went straight away.

It collided with Chen Ping's wave-scale halo mask and made several loud noises.

"If you are told to go, but you still want to come back to die, then never leave."

Moxiu's face was extremely cold.

Immediately rushed towards Chen Ping, the black air gathered from the soil, from the trees, from his magic weapon, forming a terrifying pitch-black swimming snake, which opened its bloody mouth, as if to devour everything in the world.

'This is the time. '

Chen Ping seized this opportunity, taking advantage of the moment when Moxiu unleashed a large amount of spiritual power, and instantly sacrificed the green sword that was ready to go.

The Qingmang sword at the master level and in the state of Wanjian Guiyi was extremely domineering, and it came in an instant, without giving Mo Xiu any time to react, piercing the black snake's big mouth, and piercing Mo Xiu's body with a sword.

"Boom~"

The sky seemed to have changed.

The overflowing spiritual power razed the surrounding area to the ground, and even Yun Haitang, who was already scarred, couldn't resist the spell, and a trace of blood involuntarily oozed from the corner of her mouth.

The middle-aged magic cultivator was shocked.

Glancing at his abdomen that was pierced through a small half, he stared at Chen Ping with glaring eyes, his teeth almost gnawed into pieces:

"Okay, okay, okay, let the old man see what else you can do."

Facing Chen Ping and Yun Haitang's uninterrupted magic attacks, he angrily recited formulas:

"Heaven and earth are boundless, collect ~yin~, swallow ~yuan~, devour ~soul~"

At this tactic, Chen Ping, who had just used the Qingmang Sword for the second time, immediately saw the blood beads on his chest, forming a dense bloody network in an instant.

"duang~"

The blood beads on Chen Ping's chest burst at the sound, and the bloodshot network weakened by one-third of its density.

'The soul attack on the ninth floor of the foundation building is so terrifying. '

Chen Ping didn't have time to think any more at this moment, even Yun Haitang didn't care about it, and swung the Qingmang sword with all his strength again.

"Boom~", "Dang~", "..."

The scale ring fell, the golden tortoise shell shattered, and the golden armor talisman mask was crumbling...

"See how much defense you have!"

"Huh? Still doing this trick?"

The middle-aged Moxiu couldn't help snorting when he saw Chen Ping cast the Qingmang Sword for the fourth time.

Although under the pincer attack of Chen Ping and the two, especially after being hit twice by the Qingmang sword, the middle-aged Moxiu's body has been injured in many places.

But the middle-aged Moxiu still has the upper hand for himself.

In the previous confrontation with Yun Haitang, the middle-aged demon cultivator kept his beating in order to capture Yun Haitang alive without causing serious injury to Yun Haitang.

But after being hit by Chen Ping's first blow of the Qingmang sword, the middle-aged demon cultivator had completely gone berserk, without the slightest thought of pity and pity, and not only sacrificed the soul attack method for the first time.

Magic attacks are also everywhere.

This is true for Chen Ping.

The same is true for Yun Haitang.

Although the middle-aged demon cultivator was afraid of the power of Chen Ping's Qingmang sword, he also saw that Chen Ping only had four foundations, and he didn't think Chen Ping could make many more blows with such a powerful secret technique.

Spiritual power in the middle stage of foundation establishment is limited after all.

As long as Chen Ping's layers of "shell" are broken, the middle-aged Moxiu is confident that he will be able to kill Chen Ping sooner or later.

Even if he himself is disabled.

now.

The middle-aged demon cultivator snorted coldly, and prepared to meet Chen Ping's Qingmang sword with all his defense power, and at the same time stepped forward, using his spiritual power.

But at this moment, he was taken aback.

The middle-aged Mo Xiu sensed something was wrong.

Something is wrong inside the body.

…Spiritual power was hindered, thinking slowed down, and it seemed that the muscles had become a lot stiffer.

has a problem.

The middle-aged Moxiu suddenly raised his head and looked at Chen Ping, his eyes were full of disbelief.

This is, poisoned?

When did you get poisoned?

the other side.

Seeing the appearance of the middle-aged demon cultivator, Chen Ping couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Finally waited for this moment.

The last time he read about the effects of "Aconite Pills" was more than ten years ago. Just remember that this kind of poison is extremely deadly to monks in the Qi training period, dozens of breaths can overwhelm a monk.

But I don't remember the effect on the Foundation Establishment monks at all.

He admitted that there was a gambling element.

If it is really ineffective, then you can only run away with all your strength, hoping to fight for your life as much as possible.

Fortunately, it works.

As long as he can drag down the opponent a little bit, delay the opponent's ability to move a little bit, Chen Ping can turn passive into active and tear apart the opponent's defense.

At this moment, Chen Ping no longer hesitated, poured all his spiritual energy into it, and pulled the Qingmang sword to hit the poisoned middle-aged Moxiu with all his strength.

go to hell.

The middle-aged demon cultivator saw the even more powerful Qingmang sword falling from the sky, but he couldn't use his spiritual power to resist it. Knowing that the situation was over, he gave up resisting, and a bunch of attack spells went straight to Chen Ping and Yun Haitang.

"Boom~"

There was a loud bang.

The middle-aged Mo Xiu was bloody and bloody, one leg was gone, and the magic robe on his right arm was empty.

The remaining breath made the middle-aged Moxiu slightly raise his head, looking at Chen Ping who was walking slowly in the distance.

This monk only built the fourth floor of the foundation.

How did you lose?

The middle-aged demon cultivator felt that he would not die with peace in his eyes. He never thought that one day he would die at the hands of a fourth-level foundation-building monk.

This is too reconciled.

The strong sense of unwillingness gave him a strong desire to survive:

"Wait, wait, heck, I shouldn't have thought of your Taoist companion. So... I still have a dozen Taoist companions, all of which are given to fellow daoists, and should be used to help fellow daoists."

"Don't do it, don't do it, I have a way to help you get out of the fog."

"Well, wait..."

"Whoo~"

A small sword of spiritual power pierced through the middle-aged Moxiu's head.

The information is really good.

but.

Only the dead don't lie.

Until now, Chen Ping had no time to look at his own situation.

...The scale wave ring mask and the golden tortoise armor mask have long been broken, and the golden armor symbol has also dimmed its aura. Fortunately, the golden tortoise armor mask has been repaired to Dzogchen, otherwise it will definitely suffer a lot today.

The blood beads have been completely shattered.

There is no longer a magic weapon to resist the soul.

He suffered some injuries to varying degrees, but none of them were too serious, and he should be able to recover soon. This was also due to Yun Haitang blocking a lot of firepower for him.

Chen Ping quickly ate a Qi Gathering Pill, and then quickly took care of the scene. The battle lasted for tens of breaths, and it was unknown if the sixth child in the forest was disturbed.

You have to get out of here as soon as possible.

Once the sixth child heard the news, the consequences would be disastrous.

Chen Ping first dragged the middle-aged Moxiu's body into the storage bag, and then quickly took a few pictures of evil-killing talismans to drive away the wandering spirits.

Then quickly clean up the traces of his existence.

While he was busy, he glanced at Yun Haitang, who was kneeling on one knee in the distance with a pale face, and said with concern:

"How are you? Are you okay?"

While asking, he continued to clean up the scene, hoping to erase all traces of himself as quickly as possible, and retrieve the fallen scale ring.

Because he didn't hear Yun Haitang's reply, he couldn't help turning his head to look at her again.

Suddenly my heart skipped a beat.

In the distance, Yun Haitang fell to the ground.

lifeless.