I have a devouring system for spiritual energy recovery

Squeeze——!

Accompanied by a loud sword sound, it resounded all around.

The three long swords surrounding Feng Lingqiu erupted with three completely different auras, and flew towards the young man in blue.

The sword energy was so powerful that the young man in blue on the opposite side was almost breathless.

The sword energy he just slashed out became extremely ridiculous under Feng Lingqiu's terrifying move.

His sword energy shattered without even being able to last for a breath.

Three rays of sword light pierced into the body of the young man in blue, and then broke out, leaving three bloody holes in his body.

The eyes of the young man in blue also lost their sparkle at this moment, his breath gradually weakened, and his body fell powerlessly backward.

With just one move, the young man in blue was killed!

Yi Zhiyu's beautiful eyes widened even more when she saw this scene.

Feng Lingqiu rarely took action.

So much so that she felt that Feng Lingqiu was a mediocre alchemist.

But now it seems that her previous understanding of Feng Lingqiu was not thorough enough.

Feng Lingqiu is clearly a low-key sword cultivator!

He was so low-key that Feng Lingqiu almost didn't use his sword to kill the enemy in front of Yi Zhiyu and the girls.

no, maybe say...

In the past, Feng Lingqiu had no chance to make a move.

Because Yi Zhiyu and the others would take action for Feng Lingqiu to resolve the battle.

Feng Lingqiu's level is too high, and he doesn't need to take action personally to deal with Xiao Zayu.

That will only look out of place.

Bang!

The body of the young man in blue fell to the ground, making a dull sound.

Feng Lingqiu also stepped forward, inspected his body, and put away all three long swords with a big move.

"So... your swordsmanship is so strong." Yi Zhiyu came back to his senses in a daze and said in an incredible tone.

"Otherwise, how can I guide Lan'er in his cultivation?" Feng Lingqiu silently looked back at Yi Zhiyu.

I just don't understand, why do you think I'm powerless?

Feng Lingqiu just wanted to complain about this.

Yi Zhiyu's mouth twitched.

"Because you have never taken the initiative to expose this matter all this time, and this person is also a first-grade Mingdao Venerable, and he is also a swordsman with a strong cultivation level. His attack just now, even if a third-grade Mingdao Venerable encounters it, will not Will you find it difficult?" Yi Zhiyu finished speaking in a brisk tone and walked to Feng Lingqiu's side.

"Because many times I forget that mastering the sword intention is still a matter of sword cultivation." Feng Lingqiu told the truth.

He follows his true master, Qiu Lingfeng, and has many and complex abilities. It is normal for him to be unable to remember some skills that are not commonly used for a while.

Ugh!

After all, this is a trouble that only belongs to geniuses.

Guys with mediocre talents like Yi Zhiyu will never be able to understand it.

"???"

Yi Zhiyu was obviously stunned for a moment.

"Let's not mention these things for now. Let's check on this aboriginal first." Feng Lingqiu changed the topic.

"Okay." Yi Zhiyu nodded gently.

Feng Lingqiu's current situation is not very good.

Because the crystal on the back of his hand sends messages to the so-called "aboriginals" all the time, attracting the "aboriginals" to hunt him.

That is to say...

In the current space on the third floor of the tower, it seems that there is no place more dangerous than staying next to Feng Lingqiu.

But even so, Yi Zhiyu was willing to continue to follow him, which made Feng Lingqiu somewhat touched.

Although he himself will not encounter any accidents at all.

Feng Lingqiu checked the belongings of the young man in blue with ease.

Apart from the long sword, there was nothing valuable on the young man in blue.

A complete poor guy...

Feng Lingqiu's eyes showed a little disappointment.

As for useful information, Feng Lingqiu did not find any information on the body of the young man in blue.

The information he currently knows is that the "aboriginal" identity of the young man in blue comes from the power of the curse.

Feng Lingqiu didn't want to know the specific content.

All he cares about now is how to get to the higher space in the tower.

Suddenly, Feng Lingqiu's eyes narrowed and he looked in one direction.

In that direction, several auras of Venerable Mingdao were rushing towards this place.

It was obvious that he was coming for Feng Lingqiu.

"It seems like someone is coming again, should we run?"

Yi Zhiyu's perception was much weaker than Feng Lingqiu's. After a while, she noticed something unusual and asked Feng Lingqiu in a low voice.

"What's the point of running away? Just stay here. Anyway, I'm in red status now, which has a taunting effect on everyone in the entire third floor of the tower." Feng Lingqiu shrugged, not wanting to run at all. mean.

Mainly because he had nowhere to run.

This would only consume Feng Lingqiu's own physical strength.

Oh, actually Feng Lingqiu is not afraid of consumption.

Because he has mastered the healing technique, he can restore his own state accordingly.

As an alchemist, the way he restores his condition is not with elixirs, but with healing techniques.

This situation can only be described as cheating.

What's more, if Feng Lingqiu is willing, he can summon thousands of clones of himself at any time to start a righteous gang fight.

His fighting power alone can withstand countless forces.

Of course.

Feng Lingqiu obviously had no intention of exposing so many of his trump cards.

And dealing with such a few stinky sweet potatoes and rotten bird eggs, Feng Lingqiu didn't feel like he had anything to be serious about.

But well...

Although his attitude is like this, when he fights, he will still strive to kill with one blow.

To prevent the other side from resorting to any stupid tricks, he could be killed instead.

Although he will not die, he will feel embarrassed.

Social death is even more fatal to Feng Lingqiu.

Yi Zhiyu obviously didn't understand the meaning of Feng Lingqiu's words.

But after so many years, she has been able to roughly seal Lingqiu's thoughts.

That is to sit here and wait for the aborigines to come and kill them.

"You are really confident in your own strength..." Yi Zhiyu took a deep breath, took out his weapon, and said.

There were a total of seven people opposite, including a third-grade Mingdao Venerable, and the others were all first-grade Mingdao Venerables.

With such fighting power, Yi Zhiyu didn't have much confidence that he could beat the opponent.

"Put away your weapons and leave them all to me." Feng Lingqiu stretched out a big hand, held down Yi Zhiyu's body that was about to move, and whispered.

"Huh?" Yi Zhiyu glanced at Feng Lingqiu in surprise, almost suspecting that he heard wrongly.

"It's a rare opportunity to stretch your muscles and bones. Leave all the subsequent battles to me." Feng Lingqiu moved his limbs and said slowly.

At this time, this group of aborigines had arrived in front of Feng Lingqiu.

They stood in mid-air, led by a middle-aged man with a vicissitudes of life.

When he saw the body of the young man in blue lying on the ground, his pupils shrank suddenly. He couldn't suppress the anger in his heart at all. He gritted his teeth and said to Feng Lingqiu: "Arrogant boy, I want you to pay for your blood debt!"