The fairy is fierce

The remaining clouds covered the setting sun, the sky darkened, and the river breeze blew across the quiet countryside. ♦♦  ♦♦

All roads had been blocked by the Zhang family, and entry and exit were strictly prohibited. There were Zhang family members patrolling everywhere, so that no one was seen in the countryside.

Zhang Yinfeng carried the sword case on his back and ran quickly along the river, faster than a wild horse, his eyes scanning between the river and the mountains and forests.

The second brother, Zhang Cheng, followed closely behind, holding a compass in his hand, and followed the instructions to track the sword.

"Brother, it seems to have stopped, on the southeast bank of the river."

Zhang Yinfeng slowed down and looked at the river beach in the southeast. There were endless reeds on the river beach, as high as waists; in previous years, the rising water level of the river would wash away the banks along the river, so there were no trees or mounds, and it looked very flat.

"Be careful of an ambush, I'll go ahead, you pay attention to the surroundings."

Zhang Yinfeng raised his hand and walked quickly towards the river beach.

Zhang Cheng drew out the sword from his waist, kept a distance of ten feet from Zhang Yinfeng, and asked:

"That Jian Wuyi, his swordsmanship is not like that of an ordinary casual cultivator, could he be a disciple of the Nine Sects?"

The sword box on Zhang Yinfeng's back opened automatically, and three long swords floated out of it, floating behind him, with a calm expression:

"The Nine Sects pay attention to the style of the big sects. They come to Qingyun City to take the swords, and they will not hide their heads and faces. Even if they don't give compensation, they will always leave a line of verbal incense. This person hides his name and dares not even reveal his appearance. Although his swordsmanship is good, he even responds hastily to the outer sword moves such as "Wind Sweeping the Clouds". He is definitely not a disciple of the Nine Sects. His cultivation is probably accumulated by killing in the depths of the Southern Wilderness, and he has just come out of the mountains. Once such a person makes an enemy, he must be killed, otherwise there will be endless troubles."

Zhang Cheng nodded slightly, said no more, lowered his voice, slowly walked into the dense reeds, and locked his eyes on the river bank a hundred feet away.

Zhang Yinfeng is at the seventh level of Linggu, and can control objects through the air. Although he is not as good as the disciples of the Nine Sects, the hard power brought by his years of fighting experience and realm should not be underestimated; he has fought countless encounters in the wild since he was a child. He walked more than ten feet away from the river, clasped his right wrist with his left hand, raised his right fingers, and a wisp of flame appeared on his fingertips.

The flame was red and yellow, which came from the eternal "earth core fire" in the Zhang family's sword-making furnace. As long as it burned long enough, it would be enough to melt the magic weapon. Even if there was only this wisp, it would never be able to compete with mortal objects.

"Leave!"

Zhang Yinfeng blew lightly, his robes swelled, and then he slapped his palms on the ground.

Boom

A muffled explosion sounded among the reeds.

Zhang Yinfeng pressed his right hand on the ground, and a flame appeared between his palms, turning into a ring of fire, spreading in all directions along the ground, instantly clearing the waist-high reeds, revealing the charred mud below.

For ordinary martial artists, even if the true qi leaves the body and appears red, it is only a phantom of the true qi, not a real entity.

But the flames shot out by Zhang Yinfeng's palm were real fire. The flames spread quickly, spreading more than ten feet in an instant, and everything was exposed wherever it passed.

When the flames spread into the river, the moment they touched the river water, they turned into white mist, which could not stop the flames from spreading outward.

At this moment, a black-clothed figure with a long sword on his back appeared under the river surface, and quickly rushed away from the water.

"Go!"

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were slightly cold, and he quickly raised his hand, used his two fingers as swords, and pointed forward.

Swoosh

The three swords suspended behind him, like living things, turned into three flying swords and pierced into the rolling waves.

And at this moment, a sword sound suddenly sounded from the back!

Swish

The sword sound was like a dragon's roar, ethereal and clear.

The sword intent that rushed straight into the sky turned the reed marsh illuminated by the fire into dead silence.

Zhang Yinfeng's face suddenly changed, and he felt a sharp blade suddenly appear behind him and nailed to the back of his head!

Without thinking, he had already covered his whole body with protective qi, and then condensed his true qi into red armor to protect his body surface, using the iconic skill of the sixth-level cultivator, true qi transformation.

Zhang Yinfeng reacted very quickly, and the two layers of protection took shape in an instant, protecting his whole body airtight.

But unfortunately, the expected surprise attack did not come.

More than 20 feet behind.

In order to avoid the fire ring with no dead angle, Zhang Cheng retreated a little distance, but before the fire ring disappeared, he found movement under his feet.

Zhang Cheng is the sixth level of Linggu. Although he comes from a family, his hard power is not much different from Xu Yuankui who comes from the Nine Sects. The magical powers and vast sea of ​​qi brought by the realm make him more solid than Xu Yuankui in terms of foundation, and he is definitely not a soft persimmon that can be squeezed by anyone.

After noticing the sneak attack, Zhang Cheng wanted to fly up into the air without looking down, and spread his protective qi to avoid it, but he was still a step too late.

When Zuo Lingquan and others were running away, they found that they could not get rid of it, so they had already discussed the countermeasures.

In order to sneak into the Zhang family for revenge, Zhao Wuxie carried a "Hidden Spirit Talisman" that could conceal his breath. As long as he held his breath and concentrated his qi without using his true qi, it would be difficult for the enemy to detect him.

Although Zhao Wuxie used one when he sneaked into the Zhang family, and only two were left, this was enough.

Cheng Jiujiang was buried in the mud. When Zhang Cheng walked nearby, the tiger-head boxing glove on his right fist burst into lightning, and the sea of ​​qi in his body surged and drained all the true qi that could be used at this time. He punched out with all his strength and smashed it at Zhang Cheng's feet.

Zhang Cheng was caught off guard. No matter how fast he reacted, he could not easily resolve the attack of the fourth-level cultivator who spared no effort.

Although the protective qi can cover the whole body, it can only protect the soles of the feet when one is in the air. When standing on the ground, it will be blocked by the place where you stand and cannot be fully deployed. Therefore, there is a flaw directly below.

Zhang Cheng knew this, and while unfolding the protective Gang Qi, he wanted to condense the Zhen Qi into armor covering his whole body to block the blow.

But the sixth level monk condenses the true energy into an entity, and the time required to dissipate it is much slower than opening the protective energy. Zhang Cheng's boots only had time to cover some red shadows before a punch as fast as thunder shattered the ground and hit the soles of his feet.

boom

There was a deafening thunder from the river bank.

Cheng Jiujiang's muscles were all tangled, and the tiger-head glove hit Zhang Cheng's boots. The surging energy was released. In an instant, the boots and trouser legs were shattered. The power of thunder wrapped in the glove turned into an electric current and rushed into Zhang Cheng. Within the city, it is transmitted to the meridians of the whole body.

The sole of Zhang Cheng's foot encountered this extremely violent punch. Although it was not seriously injured, short-term stagnation and paralysis were unavoidable. The protective Gang Qi that had just been deployed lost its support and dissipated for a moment.

It was also at this moment.

Zuo Lingquan, who was buried nearby, was already ready to attack. When Cheng Jiujiang punched him, his momentum surged and shattered the ground. The snow-white long sword in his hand had never been unsheathed. The tip of the sword had already reached Zhangcheng. the back of the head.

rustle

The snow-white long sword is Zhao Wuxie's sword. It is a medium-grade spiritual weapon named 'White Crane'. A little fine gold is added when it is cast, which complements the five elements of gold-loving monks.

Zuo Lingquan's five elements are close to water, so he cannot exert the power of this sword to its extreme, but no matter how unsuitable it is, a middle-grade spiritual weapon is still a hundred times more powerful than the ordinary Iron Sword Master.

Zuo Lingquan was seen making a move with his sword. The snow-white blade was infected by black mist, and the spiritual energy contained in the rolling river gathered at the edge of the sword at the same time.

The moment Zuo Lingquan's sword edge touched the back of Zhang Cheng's head, the sword energy like an ink dragon poured out without reservation, using the blade as a carrier to penetrate Zhang Cheng's stainless golden body.

You only have one chance, and you almost risk your life.

The power of this sword was stronger than any sword in the past, and even the blade of the long sword could not bear the humming sound of the cicada.

The brief paralysis in Zhang Cheng's body had not yet disappeared. When the sword intent shot up into the sky from behind, he knew that he was already dead and had no time to escape in any way.

The speed was so fast that Zhang Cheng didn't even have time to feel fear. He just showed a little ferocity in his eyes and said:

"elder brother……"

Bang

Dou Da's head was exploded by the concentrated sword energy.

Zhang Cheng's body also exploded at the same moment, and the surging true energy contained in the acupoints throughout his body broke through the flesh and skin, pouring out to the surrounding area with a terrifying power that could shatter everything.

Zhang Yinfeng used his true energy to protect his back and realized that Zhang Cheng was ambushed. He hooked three flying swords back with his fingers and rushed to help, but it was obviously too late.

When he turned back, he saw Zhang Cheng's head being smashed with a sword. Before Zhang Cheng died, the only thing he could do was to force the true energy to flow backwards to crush his own meridians and acupuncture points, giving the opponent a final blow.

"Dick!"

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were furious as he watched helplessly as a large living person exploded into a ball of blood mist in the distance.

The amount of true energy in the body of a sixth-level monk is close to twenty times that of Zuo Lingquan. Instead of dissipating his energy after death, he crushes his body in this way. Even if there is no mysterious magic, the power cannot be underestimated.

Cheng Jiujiang didn't expect Zhang Cheng to be so fierce, and his expression changed suddenly, but he was on the bottom of his feet and had no choice but to hide. He could only use his arms to cover his chest and abdomen, and resist with his stainless golden body.

Zhang Cheng's body exploded, and the red energy wrapped around the broken bones, skin, and flesh, and swept through Cheng Jiujiang's body in an instant. Even with the Wujin Golden Body resisting, he was still scraped with blood marks, his chest and robes were shattered, and his whole body was pressed in again. underground.

As for Zuo Lingquan, who was at the first level of Linggu, he didn't have the Wusui Golden Body to resist, and he was right behind Zhang Cheng, so it goes without saying how big the impact he received was.

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were filled with murderous intent, and he did not let go of the opportunity that Zhang Cheng had bought with his life. The three swords turned into white rainbows, and with unparalleled penetrating power, they pierced into the blood mist, aiming straight at Zuo Lingquan, who was pointing the sword.

Zhao Wuxie had already emerged from the river, and his eyes changed slightly when he saw this scene. Perhaps he felt that Zuo Lingquan was dead, so he held his sword and charged at Zhang Yinfeng's back.

Everything happens almost simultaneously.

The muffled sound of Zhang Cheng's body exploding has not yet subsided, and three swords have already pierced the blood mist.

But just when Zhang Yinfeng thought that Zuo Lingquan was bound to die, three soft sounds suddenly came from the blood mist:

Ding ding ding

The sound was clear and crisp, like a long sword piercing the indestructible gold and iron.

Zhang Yinfeng frowned suddenly, and the next moment he saw three swords flying out. Among them, the tip of the lower-grade sword broke into a small piece. ! !

Zhang Yinfeng was a little unbelievable.

Zhao Wuxie was also shocked. He didn't expect that the angry attack from the seventh-level monk in the Spiritual Valley was blocked so easily.

The river wind blew, and the blood mist between the reeds dispersed in an instant.

Zuo Lingquan, dressed in black robe, emerged from the blood mist.

The snow-white sword in his hand was pointed at the ground, and his body was unscathed. There was not even a trace of blood on his robe. The only damage was that the sleeve of his left arm was torn to pieces, revealing a black arm guard.

Cheng Jiujiang was seriously injured by this blow, with numerous scars all over his body. He looked up and saw Zuo Lingquan safe and sound, and was a little surprised:

"You..."

Zuo Lingquan didn't stop for a moment, raised his sword and galloped towards Zhang Yinfeng, saying in a deep voice:

"There is only one left, let's fight quickly. My son is dead, and the red-haired old immortal will definitely be here soon."

Hearing this, Cheng Jiujiang quickly came to his senses, got up and rushed out with Zuo Lingquan...——

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