My Daily Cultivation Life with a Clumsy Female Disciple

Qingyuan would never have thought that the one-quarter probability would be lucky enough to fall on his head.

The four people fled in four directions, and the terrifying demon just happened to chase him in this direction.

Originally, his divine light technique could attack, defend, and run, which was extremely mysterious and comprehensive. When his combat power was not inferior to others, his escape technique was not inferior to others.

In the past, his escape technique was invincible. Those who could beat him could not run away from him, and those who could run away from him could not beat him... But he never expected that this time he could neither beat nor run away.

Not long after Qingyuan ran out, he felt that there was a sharp intention pressing towards him. He looked back and saw a slender figure appearing and disappearing in the darkness, approaching him at a rapid speed.

"What speed is this?" He was shocked and said, "What kind of monster is this?!"

It was probably difficult for him to imagine that such a sword cultivator with extremely terrifying combat power had an extremely stable master who was better at escaping than him; it was also difficult for him to imagine that her escape technique was a fairy technique.

Although Qingyuan had accelerated several times, he still didn't run too far, and he was soon caught up by the terrifying woman.

Before the person arrived, the sword energy arrived first.

A sword energy pointed directly at his back, Qingyuan didn't dare to run anymore, and hurriedly formed a shield behind him with a divine light to block the sword energy; he had fought with the woman before, and knew that his divine light could not block the sword energy of this person. When the divine light shield was formed, he dodged from the side.

Sure enough, as soon as he dodged, a sword energy cut off the corner of his clothes and flew out, and his divine light shield still couldn't block it.

Qingyuan turned around to see the woman who was killing with a sword. With his knowledge, he could never understand why the quality of his magical skills and techniques of the Jindan period could not match the sword energy of the foundation-building period.

But he didn't have a chance to study it, because the flying woman suddenly shook and disappeared in front of him.

"Huh!"

Qingyuan had fought for many years, and he had some ability after all. With the divine light in his hand, he subconsciously blocked to the side.

"Pah!"

He blocked the terrifying sword of the woman.

...Although the divine light was still cut by the sword energy, it also scratched his arm.

The sword energy came out first, and the woman appeared immediately. The sword energy on the scratched arm was like a maggot on the tarsal bone, eroding him. He was enduring the pain, and another sword stabbed at him. He condensed his light and flashed...

Then, the swords fell like rain, and the condensed sword energy came to him.

The divine light around Qingyuan shone in the darkness, just like a fairy in the sky. However, he could only parry when facing the woman's sword. Sword energy, escape technique, body movement, sword technique, Qingyuan found that this woman had no shortcomings...

For the first time, Qingyuan felt that it was a mistake to practice such a comprehensive technique. If he specialized in escape technique, he might have run away long ago; if he specialized in fighting, he might have a chance to die with this woman; if he focused on defense, he might not be broken by this terrifying sword energy. But he had none of them, so he could only be beaten here, or even tortured!

Every time a sword came, it broke his divine light, and there was a crisp sound of divine light breaking...

That crisp sound was still very pleasant in the darkness.

But for Qingyuan, it was a kind of punishment, a kind of slow slicing.

Because every time the defense was broken, there would be a wound on his body left by the sword energy; he struggled to hold on, but it seemed meaningless. The longer he held on, the more sword wounds he had on his body. At this time, he was almost turning purple.

Finally...

"Snap..."

"Crash!"

Two crisp sounds.

Qingyuan's divine light was completely disintegrated by the sword energy and shattered completely. He was covered with sword wounds, and the blood and pain had blurred his consciousness.

He vaguely saw in the darkness in front of him, a beautiful woman holding a sword walked towards him, stretched out her left hand to him, and handed him a star.

He could no longer tell whether it was good or bad, he just felt relieved, he thought it was a blessing from the celestial being, he reached out and took the star...

"Boom!"

The purple sword energy exploded in the darkness, and another Jindan cultivator left this world forever.

The sword energy surrounded Li Shiyin, she put the Qingxing Sword back into the scabbard and exhaled lightly.

This man was a bit tricky, his skills were a bit strange, his body skills, combat power, and defense were all strong, it took her a lot of time.

... Maybe the master would like this man's skills very much, she thought.

Thinking of the master, she turned around and prepared to hunt the next target.

But she just raised her feet and froze!

Danger!

Horror!

Powerful!

An extremely powerful enemy has arrived!

She raised her head and looked ahead. In the darkness, there was a man's broad back, that back was so oppressive that she couldn't see clearly.

The mind eye failed!

"Nascent Soul?" she asked aloud.

"He is really a foundation-building cultivator!" Zi Yi turned his back to Li Shiyin and shook his head, "There hasn't been such a genius in the Immortal Land for a long time." Li Shiyin thought of Lu Junxing and her master, and said honestly: "You are short-sighted."

"Oh?" Zi Yi was stunned, then laughed twice, and said, "Indeed, I am old and my knowledge is not as good as before.

"But, you know, there are countless geniuses who died at my hands. There are also geniuses like you, and I will always remember them for a long time. "

Li Shiyin put the Qingxing Sword in her hand into the Qiankun bag and said seriously: "I will not die."

"Put away the sword..." Zi Yi still turned his back to Li Shiyin and asked, "Are you going to beg me to forgive you?

"...Although you killed many of my disciples, with your appearance and talent, I can still give you a chance to be my cauldron."

"No." Li Shiyin replied, she stretched out her hand forward, and a sword like the starry sky slowly condensed in her hand. In such darkness, it replaced the light of the Zhoutian stars. She continued to say to Zi Yi, "What I mean is that you are very powerful, so I have to be more serious."

"A very good natal sword... It must be at the level of a magic weapon!" Zi Yi praised, "But you dare to attack me?"

Li Shiyin raised the Muran Sword and said to Zi Yi: "The realm is no longer in my eyes. You are just a little stronger than me, why don't I dare to attack?"

"So arrogant! You are worthy of your talent!" Zi Yi nodded, "A small foundation-building cultivator dares to attack a Yuanying cultivator!"

"What about Yuanying? "Li Shiyin asked.

After that, she stopped talking nonsense and attacked the back first!

The Starlight Reception Technique was used first, and the stars in the sky lit up, adding strength to her; the Battle Spirit Technique was activated again, and the mana in her body boiled up, and every drop of mana was cheering; the sword energy was running to the peak, the third level of sword energy, and solid sword energy was stimulated from her body.

Finally, Feixian asked!

Her figure suddenly disappeared, and the next moment, a huge sword energy condensed by countless small sword energy came down from the sky and stabbed directly at Zi Yi...

"It's really powerful! "Zi Yi looked up at the sword energy falling from above his head. That sharp aura, that powerful aura, that condensed aura, this was not the sword energy that a foundation-building cultivator should have.

He felt that his opponent was a Yuanying stage cultivator.

He raised his hands to the sky, and a white figure like him emerged from his body, also raised his hands to the sky, and held up the sword energy.

"But..." Zi Yi laughed and was about to speak.

"Puff!"

A sword pierced through the white figure and his defensive magic weapon from his vest, and pierced into his body firmly!