Nine Evolutions of the True Spirit

The monk whose sleeves were torn by Lu Ping said angrily: "This kid is slipping fast!"

The other monk obviously did not expect that Lu Ping was still looking like a fish and a net broke just now, but in a blink of an eye he ran fast. Knowing this, he would not have his own identity just now, so he sneered: "Run, where can he go? Run, I have already sent a message that Senior Brother Hu and Junior Brother Zeng have rushed over to intercept him on the way."

When Lu Ping saw the two Xuanling cultivators, he had already thought about it.

As soon as he fought, Lu Ping discovered that the cultivator who did it with him should have a five-layer hemolytic cultivation level. If it was on weekdays, he said that he would not fight him, and even if he was lost, he would be sure to escape.

However, there was another person next to this monk who was gazing at him, and he delayed for a while, not to mention that the monks next to him would take action, fearing that other profound spirit monks who encircled him would also come, so Lu Ping made a decisive decision. He fled to the north with a water escape talisman he refined.

To the south is the territory of the Xuanling Sect. There are monks chasing and blocking him behind and in front of him, and he can only flee to the north, although the future is probably unpredictable to the north.

This Shui Escape Talisman lasted for about half a stick of incense, but after Lu Ping escaped dozens of miles, he suddenly felt a sword light slashing towards him, and a voice chuckles: "Where to escape, come out!"

Lu Ping’s water escape was interrupted and he leaped up from the sea. He saw that he was in front of a monk of the profound spirit sect of the four-layer hemolytic monk. Not far from this monk, another monk of the profound spirit sect had no face. Looking at Lu Ping with an expression, Lu Ping's divine sense probed the past, and was immediately blocked by a more powerful divine sense. Lu Ping was shocked, knowing that this is a monk even more terrifying than the monk in front of him.

The white-faced monk in front of him was very young, similar to Lu Ping, but his four-layer hemolytic cultivation base clearly told Lu Ping that he was a genius!

The white-faced monk obviously regarded Lu Ping as a sword-practising opponent, and as soon as he shot it was a set of "Eighteen Happy Swords". Every sword used was handsome, but extremely quick, and went straight to the vital point of people. It was as if the breeze was swirling in the air, making it impossible to figure out, but it was everywhere.

The cheerful sword style, waving in the air brought a light wind howl, as if a happy elf was singing ethereal songs in the sky, and the breeze of the sky gathered around his sword style. This is the "strength" of the wind system swordsmanship. realm.

Lu Ping’s face was solemn. This was the first time Lu Ping had fought against a monk in the hemolytic phase who had comprehended the realm of "power." Lu Ping raised a pair of Yan Ling swords, and used the "Sword Art of Shocking Waves on the Shore" to interact with the white-faced monk. Bucket. Layers of knife waves are endless like waves of the sea.

Although wind is everywhere, water is also pervasive, and the two are actually deadlocked at this moment.

The white-faced monk's eyes lit up when Lu Ping used the "Sword Art of the Storm on the Shore". He didn't expect that he would encounter a monk who also understood the "power", which made the Xuanling faction who was a little bit disheartened. The genius monk's expression shook, and the Xuanling Sect monk who swept behind was also quite surprised.

After the two had fought seven or eight moves, the white-faced cultivator had already gained the upper hand due to his cultivation level being several levels higher than that of Lu Ping, but after the seventy or eighty moves passed, the white-faced cultivator still had the same upper hand, and Lu Ping still had the same upper hand. Unhurriedly display his swordsmanship.

At this time, the white-faced cultivator realized that the mana of this little cultivator of True Spirit Sect's hemolytic layer was so profound, his cultivation base was much higher than his, and he was fighting with all his strength. This person was still full of energy, and he His sword power was like a huge wave, layer after layer, the back wave pushed the front wave, endlessly, while resisting his own offensive, there was a faint counterattack hidden in this wave.

Didn't he do his best, the white-faced monk couldn't believe it.

At this moment, Lu Ping's sword power suddenly changed, as if wind was blowing on the rolling sea, and the water used the wind to help the water and waves. Lu Ping's double knives turned up the huge waves and fought back against the white-faced monk. .

"Take advantage!"

The black-faced monk who swept behind him exclaimed. When the white-faced monk heard this exclamation, his white jade face became even paler, pale!

The situation reversed in an instant. The white-faced monk who had the upper hand was suddenly suppressed by the layers of sword waves carried by Lu Ping. Only the power of resistance was left, but the white-faced monk had a deep cultivation base after all. But it was not something that Lu Ping could defeat in a short time, not to mention that there was a profound spirit cultivator next to him with a higher cultivation level.

At this moment, the Profound Spirit Sect monk who swept the formation seemed to be impatient. With a flick of his right **** and thumb, a cloud of sea water suddenly jumped up on the surface of the sea, which instantly turned into a crystal clear, gleaming triangular thorn. Flew towards Luping's throat.

The three-sided thorn was still several meters away, and Lu Ping felt that a deep chill had pierced his throat. Lu Ping made a strange cry, waved and threw two talisman urns into two water shields, one in front and one back in the back. In front of the land plane, he jumped into the sea at the same time, patted a water escape symbol on his body, and once again turned into a stream of water and fled to the northwest.

The three-sided thorn was blocked by the two water shields. After the two water shields were broken, Lu Ping had already escaped. The white-faced monk lost the sword fight and said in a vexed mood: " What a cunning kid, will he just escape?"

The cruel monk on the side glanced at him and said, "If you insist on fighting him first, how can you get him out of here! But he can't run far. Brother Pang has already chased him, Brother Yi Pang. The cultivation base and speed in the later stage of hemolysis is that no matter how many water escapes this guy has, it is in vain."

The white-faced cultivator heard the cruel cultivator say so, his irritability suddenly calmed down a lot, and said, "This is true!"

Lu Ping didn't know at this time, the biggest test of his pursuit was already waiting for him on the way.

Lu Ping just seemed to have made progress in the sword fight with the white-faced monk, but for a while he forgot to escape and was immersed in the understanding of swordsmanship. It was not until the cold monk on the side shot that Lu Ping was shocked and quickly fled. This time the other party is holding big, even if he can escape, he has to peel off the skin!

An aura suddenly exploded in front of Lu Ping, and the sea seemed to freeze suddenly in front of the land level. Lu Ping had no choice but to interrupt the water escape again and jumped out of the sea.

However, he saw a monk of the Profound Spirit School standing in front of him with his hand held down. This monk had a little surprise in his eyes, as if he was guessing how Lu Ping’s blood dissolving 1st level cultivation base could escape successfully under the block of his four junior brothers. Out.

Lu Ping had only horror in his eyes at this time. As far as his divine sense could reach, a straight spirit shot straight into the sky above the monk's head.

Spiritual smoke!

This is the spirit and energy that the monks in the late stage of hemolysis can condense their huge bloodline spiritual power!

At this moment, Lu Ping seems to be doomed to escape!

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