The fairy is fierce

Tap tap tap——

Tap tap tap——

Thin raindrops fell in the endless dense forest, rapid footsteps appeared and disappeared in the rain curtain, and there were beast howls and calls from far behind:

“Stop running, I’ll give you a good time.

Two figures, one behind the other, walked through the endless forest. They didn't know where they went or how far they had to run. They were both sweating like rain and panting like cattle.

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Gradually, the people running behind could no longer run and their speed began to slow down.

But the person who slowed down was not Wang Rui, who had a shallow cultivation level, but Zuo Lingquan, who was almost at the end of his strength.

Zuo Lingquan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and he has unparalleled explosive power. However, no matter how good his explosive power is, he is still a mortal body.

How far can an ordinary person run at full speed, even if he is trying to escape?

Under normal circumstances, a strong sprinter would sprint for half a mile at full speed. Zuo Lingquan ran nearly five miles.

Even if Wang Rui is only at the third level of Qi refining, he still has a body of true energy to rely on. As long as the true energy is not exhausted, the true energy in the body will continuously feed back to the body, and he will not die from exhaustion no matter how far he runs. The same is true for the six monks who are chasing after him.

Manpower will eventually be exhausted, but heaven will not.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this sentence before, but now he found that it was indeed true.

No matter whether he is unwilling or unwilling, he cannot escape the gradual loss of strength in his body; he wants to take a breath, but the breath is getting shorter and shorter.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still as sharp as a sword, but his purple complexion and beating heartbeat kept reminding him that it was time to stop and rest.

But I can’t stop, I’ll die if I stop!

Wang Rui's breathing was equally heavy, and he ran forward with his head buried in the air, looking for a way out.

Ever since he was rescued last time, in Wang Rui's mind, Zuo Lingquan was much better than him, and he never thought that Zuo Lingquan would be unable to keep up.

But as he ran, Wang Rui also noticed that the distance between Zuo Lingquan was getting farther and farther, until the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

Wang Rui stopped quickly and turned around to ask in the smallest voice.

Zuo Lingquan stood on the spot, holding a long sword in his hand, raindrops sliding down the sword's edge; his back was to Wang Rui, and his body was steaming with sweat.

Wang Rui didn't know why, looked behind cautiously, and whispered:

"Senior Brother Zuo, run quickly, these people are coming after you soon."

Zuo Lingquan looked into the depths of the forest behind him, adjusted his breathing with all his strength, suppressed the trembling of his muscles, and spoke in a calm voice:

"If you run, you will die. If you don't run, you will die. How can a swordsman turn his back on the enemy and run to death? You go first, and I will fight out."

Wang Rui actually knew that running would mean death.

Of the six monks behind, five of them were at least the eighth level of Qi Refining and above. Regardless of endurance or combat power, they could be crushed without any suspense.

Now we are keeping a little distance, just because the few wandering warlocks can't run fast. The shield-wielding martial arts cultivators are afraid that Zuo Lingquan will ambush and steal people, so they deliberately slow down and hug together. There are two beasts following the traces behind. No matter how far they run, they can't run any further. Can't get rid of it.

But if you keep running, you will at least have a glimmer of hope. What if the division commanders come over?

Qihuang Valley is a hundred miles away. In fact, it is better to hope that a big demon will emerge from the mountains and scare away a few wild cultivators.

But no matter how unrealistic it is, there is always some hope. If you go back, you will definitely die!

Wang Rui walked up quickly and was about to persuade Zuo Lingquan not to act out of anger, but when he saw Zuo Lingquan's purple complexion, he understood why Zuo Lingquan stopped - he would have to run to death if he ran again. Zuo Lingquan's only chance of survival was to go back and kill six opponents while he still had some strength.

Wang Rui opened his mouth, not knowing how to respond.

"You go."

Zuo Lingquan took a deep breath and walked forward with his sword in hand.

Wang Rui hesitated for a moment, looked back at the depths of Evergreen Mountain, and then at Zuo Lingquan's back. Finally, he gritted his teeth, ran forward, and grabbed Zuo Lingquan:

"Senior brother, don't be so reckless. If you have to be smart, I have a way."

Zuo Lingquan paused and turned to look at Wang Rui, with a hint of hope in his eyes.

After all, there is no solution to the situation. If there is a glimmer of hope, who would be willing to go back and die.

Wang Rui wiped the rain off his face, looked left and right at the dense rainforest, and then pointed to the crown of a big tree:

"Senior brother, you better ambush there. I had a great opportunity when I was a child and learned a secret technique. I didn't dare to show it in Qihuang Valley before. It's no longer possible to use it now, just look at it."

While talking, Wang Rui took out the water bag from his waist and handed it to Zuo Lingquan:

"By the way, human blood is needed to perform the spell. Senior brother, please put a few drops of blood in it."

In a desperate situation, no matter how unreliable the method is, you have to try it. It is better than risking your life.

Zuo Lingquan hesitated for only a moment, but still believed Wang Rui. After taking the water bag and filling his mouth, he cut his finger with the blade of his sword, dripped blood into it, and handed it to Wang Rui:

"Is it enough?"

"That's enough, take care of the wound, and don't let the tracking beast find out in advance."

Wang Rui took the water bag and ran quickly to the rear, while the beasts behind him roared closer and closer.

Zuo Lingquan took care of the wound on his finger, concealed his whereabouts, and quietly walked to the big tree in the distance, climbed up the tree, and hid his figure among the canopy.

Soon, six figures in black cloaks appeared under the canopy of trees at the end of the field of vision and walked quickly towards this side.

Through the dense canopy of trees, one could vaguely see the man holding the sword and shield walking in front, the other five people walking behind, each paying attention to the surroundings, while two black panthers with black bodies were following the trail ahead.

Zuo Lingquan held his breath and waited for the opportunity among the tree crowns. At the same time, he also paid attention to the direction in which Wang Rui disappeared, wanting to see what kind of things Wang Rui was hiding that could make him come back in this desperate situation.

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan waited for a long time and failed to see anything earth-shattering come out. Instead, several wild cultivators in the distance came closer and closer, and finally reached the place where the two of them had just stayed. Faint words came from the night rain:

"The footprints disappeared, it seems that I didn't run away..."

"It's unbelievable that I didn't have the true energy around me to run so far. I guess I just disappeared slowly..."

"Be careful of ambush, Zhao Ze, have you found any traces..."

"Wait a minute...the leopard smelled blood, and the two of them went to the southwest..."

"Chase.

…

In the dense forest, the six monks were on guard in all directions, moving toward the southwest and getting farther and farther away.

Zuo Lingquan felt like he was struck by lightning!

He stared at the six people walking away, his breathing had stopped, but his eyes could not suppress the slight trembling.

…

"The spell requires human blood. Senior brother, please put a few drops of blood in it..."

"I've learned a secret technique...just watch mine..."

…

The words just now were still fresh in his mind, and now Zuo Lingquan saw them.

What bullshit secret technique, trick to lure the enemy, just trading life for life!

He saved Wang Rui once, but he didn't expect Wang Rui to repay him in this way!

The knuckles of Zuo Lingquan's hand holding the sword hilt were white, and the sword hilt wrapped with black rope seemed to be crushed.

There was no way out just now, but now a way out is right in front of you.

Reason told Zuo Lingquan that he should seize this opportunity.

Don't say anything, don't be reckless, if you act impulsively, both of you will die in vain, and the efforts of others will be wasted.

The enemy was already far away. Now he only needed to wait for a moment, then be more careful and escape in the opposite direction, and he would have a chance to escape.

Zuo Lingquan is doing this, and so should be the case.

But he is not willing to do this!

He has been practicing swordsmanship since he was three years old. He has been practicing for fourteen years and has never slacked off for a day.

He almost cruelly squeezed his own potential, almost stubbornly stabbed out one sword after another. For what reason?

In order to not be weaker than others in this life.

In order to gain a foothold in this world where people can move mountains and seas, so as not to be like now, watching others die for you but being powerless.

Because there is a first time for this kind of thing, and there will be a second and third time in the future.

After receiving this love today, there may be an even more disturbing situation in the future. Will we still continue to live in an ignoble way?

The enemy this time is indeed powerful, so powerful that there is no chance at all, but when is the enemy not powerful?

People can only choose friends, not enemies. If you expect your enemies to be weaker than you every time, what's the point of practicing this sword?

thunderbolt--

Lightning flashed across the sky, and the rain forest turned into day.

Zuo Lingquan clutched the sword that had been with him for more than ten years and stared at the direction in which the wild cultivators were leaving.

The enemy has gone far away, and there are beast howls, running and scolding sounds in the distance.

Wang Rui has been discovered and won't be able to escape for long.

The chances of winning are almost gone. It is a reckless act to kill someone in a hurry and is not advisable!

If you don't leave now, it will be too late...

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The wind was strong and the rain was pouring.

Under the vast power of heaven, in the endless rain forest, six people marched quickly in a team, following the two black panthers, chasing the enemies fleeing in the woods.

The rain suddenly became heavier, and the raindrops were like soybeans, hitting the canopy of the trees. The crackling sound even suppressed the howls of animals and conversations.

Ancestor Qian Teng was protected by several people in the middle. During the chase, he raised his eyes to the top of the tree crown, with a slightly solemn expression on his face:

"Why did it rain so hard suddenly?"

"That's how it is in the deep mountains and old forests. Fight quickly. If you wait too long, be careful of the people from Qihuang Valley arriving."

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and followed the two black panthers, chasing the inaudible blood stains on the muddy ground.

Not long after the six people left, the two black panthers stopped at the same time and looked at a pool among the mountains.

Zhao Ze was carrying a box wrapped in black cloth and raised his hand to signal:

"In the pool."

After everyone exchanged glances, the two martial arts cultivators, Tu Yang and Jian Wuye, cautiously approached the water pool and set up defenses at the edge of the water pool.

Ancestor Qian Teng gave a signal with his eyes, and his disciple Fan Chenglin nodded slightly. He came to the edge of the pool with a black ruler in hand, inserted the ruler into the opposite side, pinched the magic rule with his right hand, and pressed the ruler with his left hand.

Buzz buzz——

Under the pouring rain, the deep pool began to vibrate visibly with the naked eye. Ripples appeared on the surface of the pool, and the silt and gravel at the bottom began to roll, turning the pool into a pool of viscous mud in an instant.

The shock lasted only a moment before the pool surged. Wang Rui, desperate, rushed out of the mud, turned around and ran to the other side of the pool.

But the six of them were prepared, so how could they give them a chance to escape.

The talisman in Nangong Xin's hand was ready to go. When he saw someone rushing out of the quagmire, he immediately wanted to use the talisman to kill him.

But just when Nangong Xin was about to take action, the black cloak of Qian Teng Ancestor standing next to him suddenly swelled, and his whole body moved sideways quickly; Nangong Xin's worry-free talisman, which had never been removed, also quickly moved to the rear. .

"Watch out!"

Tu Yang sensed something was wrong, turned around from the water pool, and looked up to see a black afterimage rushing out of the crowd behind him, and a long sword with a bit of cold light, piercing Nangong Xin's back.

Nangong Xin and Qian Teng Ancestor, for the sake of safety, stood at the back.

Being attacked, Nangong Xin couldn't hide from the front, and the same was true from behind.

Bang——

The worry-free talisman exploded, but it still failed to hinder the sword's edge.

Nangong Xin realized something was wrong, and turned out a snow-white talisman in his hand. But before he could activate it, he saw a sword tip revealed between his eyes!

Cha——

The edge of the sword is ready to be withdrawn at the first touch.

As soon as everyone in Baisheng Valley reacted, Nangong Xin fell to the ground, blood flowed from the back of his head, and the talisman holder in his hand fell out.

The remaining five people turned around and looked behind them as if facing a formidable enemy.

Behind, in the dense forest swept by the violent wind and rain, a black shadow stood under the ancient trees in the sky.

The three-foot green blade in his hand was still dripping with blood.

thunderbolt--

Thunder sounded above the head, and the bright electric light illuminated the earth, pulling out thousands of shadows in the twisted and tangled dense forest.

The shadow's face disappeared in a flash, leaving only those eyes that left an impression on everyone.

Those eyes are as sharp as a sword!

Wang Rui, who crawled out of the pool, noticed that someone was helping him, and quickly looked back. However, when he saw the person clearly, he was stunned at first, and then became a little anxious:

"Senior Brother Zuo, what are you doing when you come back?"

"kill."

After Zuo Lingquan uttered two words, he pointed his long sword diagonally at the ground and walked towards the remaining five people.

Tu Yang was originally looking at Zuo Lingquan's body, but when he saw the sword, his expression suddenly condensed:

"Something's wrong."

In fact, there is no need to remind, Ancestor Qianto and others have already noticed it.

The sword was drawn out too quickly just now and I couldn't see it clearly. Now if I look carefully, I can clearly see that there is black mist that appears and disappears on the long sword in Zuo Lingquan's right hand.

The rain lines that naturally fall are also attracted by invisible pull, and the direction of scattering is towards Zuo Lingquan, like a river from a high place, flowing into the valley where it is located.

Zhao Ze's Five Elements were close to the water. He felt that the true energy in his body was stirring. Then he looked at the changes in the surrounding celestial phenomena and said with some astonishment:

"Is this Spirit Valley?"

Ancestor Qian Teng had reached the eleventh level of Qi Refining and had profound experience. He frowned and explained:

"The realm has been broken. The two meridians of Ren and Du are fully connected, the Little Zhoutian has been completed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth converges on its own. It's not a spiritual valley, but it's not far off."

"what to do?"

"What do you think we should do? Why don't we apologize and leave?"

"..."

Everyone stopped talking and slowly formed their formation.

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and strode towards Zuo Lingquan, followed closely by Jian Wuye.

Ancestor Qian Teng and his disciples retreated at the same time and took out their personal magic weapons again.

Zhao Ze took out a jade flute, put it to his lips and blew it. In an instant, all the beasts in the dense forest under the rain curtain fled and gathered here.

And the other side.

Zuo Lingquan walked slowly with his sword in hand, his face frosty and expressionless, and he was actually a little confused in his heart.

He rushed forward with all his strength, because the opponent was too powerful, so he could only analyze the situation with all his heart and try his best to squeeze his own potential.

But as he ran, he suddenly realized that he didn't seem so tired.

This feeling is like that of an extremely tired person who suddenly walks into a refreshing and cool room and takes a sip of herbal tea. There are several young and beautiful girls around him who are kneading and kneading their limbs.

Zuo Lingquan originally thought this was a flashback before his body collapsed, but after a sword pierced Nangong Xin's head, he only felt confident.

This is how my sword should be!

Zuo Lingquan felt a weak but obvious heat flow in the Qihai point under his navel, rising along the Ren channel on his chest; then returning along the Du channel near the spine, and finally returning to the Qi sea.

The flow is extremely fast, and with each cycle, the heat flow becomes clearer.

This heat flow materialized in front of his eyes as he held the sword and prepared to strike - strands of black mist loomed on the bright sword blade, increasing every minute.

The water of the Five Elements is black in color, this is true energy!

Zuo Lingquan felt the sudden emergence of zhenqi in his body, but he was not ecstatic or happy in his heart. He felt that this was God finally opening his eyes.

Because he deserves it!

After fourteen years of hard work, he never expected blessings from heaven or gains without hard work; he relied on sword after sword, and relied on the accumulation of water over time, and never slacked off for a day.

The true energy that appeared in his body was not a gift given to him by God out of kindness, but something that he should have obtained with his own ability long ago, but came too late!

thunderbolt--

The electric python rushed through the sea of ​​clouds, and a thunder sounded in the sky.

Tu Yang held the Elephant King Shield and strode forward.

Zuo Lingquan lightly twisted the edge of his sword and raised his eyes.

The rainforest, ravaged by the violent wind and rain, fell silent at this moment.

Thousands of birds and beasts attracted by the beast-calling flute fell silent at the same time.

Jian Wuye, who was following Tu Yang, suddenly stopped, his eyes filled with astonishment.

He is also a swordsman, and he understands the pressure and penetrating power coming towards his face. It is the "sword intention" that only a strong swordsman can have.

Sword intent is a very mysterious term. It can't be seen or touched. No one can explain clearly what it is, but everyone can feel it.

If I had to find a description, it would be the look in the front - condescending, unrivaled, telling you clearly that you are going to die soon!

Jian Wuye swallowed, unable to face the sharp edge, and slowly backed away.

Tu Yang was walking on a domineering path, and he felt that there was an indestructible sharp blade in front of him, waiting for him to hit it.

But Tu Yang couldn't retreat.

The disciples of Tiedong Mansion have always made progress without retreating. If they advance, they will live, if they retreat, they will die.

"Pojun!"

Tu Yang roared angrily, and the Elephant King Shield in his hand burst into white light. His muscles all over his body were towering, and he could clearly see the white Qi coming out of his limbs and bones and converging into the Elephant King Shield in his hand.

It was also at this same moment that Zuo Lingquan's speed surged. The three-foot green blade in his hand was already pointed at the center of the Elephant King's shield before he could draw the sword.

Boom——

The clear sword cry echoed in the violent wind and rain!

This sword was far less powerful than the last time, but the sound was much purer and clearer, because it was Zuo Lingquan's own true energy!

Wisps of black mist on the sword's edge poured out the moment the sword tip touched the round shield, like a stream of ink as thin as a blade, penetrated the unstoppable Elephant King's shield and hit Tu Yang right in the heart.

Cha——

Tu Yang, who was striding forward, saw the sword marks appearing behind the round shield. His body was still rushing forward, but he failed to hit anything.

Zuo Lingquan retracted his sword at the first touch, flew over from above, stopped firmly on the ground, and looked up at the remaining four people.

thump--

Tu Yang, who was behind him, rushed forward for more than three feet before he fell to the ground. There was a sword wound on his back. The sword wound was neat and regular, just the cut surface of the sword strip. It didn't even damage the robe next to him.

"Tu Yang!"

Ancestor Qian Teng and the others didn't even notice that Tu Yang had suffered a fatal injury, so they hurriedly called out.

There was obviously no response to this call.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in hand. He wanted to use his strength to deal with the remaining four people, but after one strike, he suddenly found that he was a little powerless - although he suddenly had true energy in his body, it took time for his body to refine the true energy; The zhenqi that has been restored over time is nourishing with every sword strike. Needless to say, not a drop is left after the sword is drawn.

!

Facing four powerful enemies, depletion of true energy was obviously a serious problem.

Zuo Lingquan reacted quickly, stopped in front of the four people, held the sword upside down with his hands behind his back, crushed the remaining white jade baht in his sleeve robe, his eyes were still cold, and he scanned the four people:

"Who are you?"

Ancestor Qian Teng found that Tu Yang was dead, and his heart was filled with turmoil. He did not dare to step forward rashly. He stood behind Jian Wuye and said in a deep voice:

"Who are you?"

Zuo Lingquan stood solemnly in the rain and said calmly:

"Da Dan Prince Consort, don't you know that you are here to kill me?"

"Why are you so cultivated?"

"Curious? Then I will let you know today that fourteen years ago..."

…

Rory.

Wang Rui stood cautiously behind the enemy, not even daring to move. When he saw the wise and powerful Senior Brother Zuo, he suddenly stopped and chatted, and jumped up and down anxiously:

"Senior Brother Zuo, if you talk too much, you will die early. When you do things, you must be quick and clean."

Zuo Lingquan's face was stern, but his heart trembled, and he thought secretly: Do you think I don't know that villains die from talking too much? How can you delay time without talking?

Zuo Lingquan ignored his junior brother who had poor eyesight and continued to talk to himself, talking about his past of practicing swordsmanship hard and his great vision for the future.

Ancestor Qian Teng has been practicing for nearly a hundred years, and his experience must be quite high. After listening to Zuo Lingquan Luo Liba for a long time, he gradually came back to his senses:

"Quick, he has just broken through, and the true energy in his body is about to be exhausted. He is secretly condensing energy, and we must fight quickly!"

Jian Wuye originally thought that he would definitely die today, but when he heard these words, he reacted and did not let go of the remaining chance of survival. He rose up and came to Zuo Lingquan in the blink of an eye.

Zhao Ze was good at controlling beasts, but his combat power was not strong, so he jumped directly into the dense forest next to the pool and commanded the insect beasts secretly.

Ancestor Qian Teng and his apprentice Fan Chenglin are both wandering warlocks. They have no chance of winning against a martial artist with such explosive power as Zuo Lingquan. As long as Jian Wuye dies, they won't even be able to run away, so they immediately take out their weapons. Know the ability to press the bottom of the box.

Zuo Lingquan held a white jade baht behind his back and used Qihuang Valley's "Qi-Yang Jue" to refine and absorb it. However, refining spiritual energy is a delicate job, and Qi-Yang Jue is not a superior technique. It is slow even when sitting cross-legged in meditation, let alone It's time to talk about this kind of multitasking.

Seeing Jian Wuye risking his life in a fight, Zuo Lingquan could only put the crushed white jade baht in his sleeve robe, raised his sword and stepped forward again.

Although Zuo Lingquan's true energy was too thin and he could not use sword skills, most of his physical strength had been restored by the nourishment of true energy. No matter how little true energy he had, he was still stronger than none, and his combat ability was only stronger than before.

However, Jian Wuye's desperate counterattack should not be underestimated. He raised his hand and performed a stunning stunt called "Yuxia Chengqi".

Among the nine sects, Jingtai is most famous for its 'swordsmanship' and 'beast control'. There are five killing moves in swordsmanship that can be passed on to foreigners. The national master Yue Pingyang learned three of them, and the strongest one is 'Yuxia Chengqi'.

Jian Wuye was seen raising his speed to the extreme, and the green sword light shone through for more than two feet from the sword tip. When he made a move with the sword, three sword shadows appeared before the sword point, pointing directly at Zuo Lingquan's eyebrows, heart, and sea of ​​qi.

Jingtai's swordsmanship is famous for its ghosts and ghosts, and it is most difficult to guard against the illusion and reality. When Yu Xiachengqi practiced to a great extent, she could shoot out hundreds of swords, some of which were false and some real. If she blocked the sword in the wrong place, she would die suddenly on the spot.

Zuo Lingquan had heard about this move in Qihuang Valley, and his method of dealing with it was also very simple - avoid fighting without blocking a single sword, rely on the explosive power of his body to jump into the air, and wait for the three swords to pass by him, The backhand sword was like a dragonfly touching water, touching Jian Wuye's eyebrows.

bite--

The edge of the sword is ready to be withdrawn at the first touch.

Jian Wuye pierced out with his sword, but without turning back, he knelt down on the ground and made no sound again.

Zuo Lingquan calmly sheathed his sword in the air and fell back to the ground, intending to continue moving forward.

But when he looked up, he found that the ancestor Qian Teng in front of him had already raised the bronze mirror when Jian Wuye rushed forward.

Zuo Lingquan had suffered a loss and immediately closed his eyes and tilted his head, but what he was waiting for was not a flash bomb, but Wang Rui's words:

"careful!"

Zuo Lingquan's heart sank, knowing that he had been tricked, he quickly retreated, but his ankle was inexplicably tangled with something.

He looked down and was shocked to see a blue ripple covering an area of ​​nearly ten feet around Qianteng Ancestor.

Wherever the ripples passed, trees, flowers and plants stretched out twisted vines, entangling everything they could.

For low-level monks, it is difficult to control the true energy when it leaves the body. Under normal circumstances, only a martial artist at the second level of the Spiritual Valley can make his true energy reach a target ten feet away. Even if the internal practitioner specializes in magic, it is impossible to practice qi. Eleventh level, affecting such a large area.

Zuo Lingquan understood this and looked up, only to see the old man standing by the pool. The black cloak had fallen off his body, his robes were bulging, his beard and hair were flying, and his face was as white as pale paper without any trace of blood, as if he had been squeezed dry in an instant. Lost vitality.

But in an instant, the dense rainforest with a radius of ten feet was covered with twisted vines.

No matter how fast Zuo Lingquan ran, he couldn't dodge ten feet away. Moreover, Fan Chenglin, who was holding a ruler next to him, risked his life and rushed to Zuo Lingquan when his master took action, inserting the ruler in his hand into the mud; the ground suddenly collapsed. It was trembling and churning, turning into a pulpy swamp under the rain, without even a place to stay.

The two wandering warlocks devoted all they had learned regardless of the cost, and the effect they brought was beyond Zuo Lingquan's knowledge.

Zuo Lingquan felt his feet softened and sank more than two inches. Before he could pull out his feet, his whole body was covered in vines. He cut off a few vines with his sword, but it was impossible to clear away the ten-foot-wide vines in an instant.

At this critical moment, another thunderous scolding sounded in Zuo Lingquan's ears:

"shock!"

The Qianpao Patriarch held the bronze mirror high with both hands, pouring all his true energy into it, and illuminated the bronze mirror. After a moment, it shone with electric light.

Shock is like thunder, and thunder belongs to the wood of the five elements!

When Zuo Lingquan heard the word 'shock', he felt a chill in his heart. Without hesitation, he poured the few infuriating energy into the remaining Wuyou Talisman, and at the same time, he forcibly tore off the vines and threw himself to the ground.

clap--

As the word "shock" came out, light burst out from the bronze mirror, and then a twisted electric snake as thick as a bowl rushed out from between the bronze mirrors and landed in the rainforest covered with thousands of vines.

Although the Worry-Free Talisman exploded, the Worry-Free Talisman could only deal with a sixth-level monk. Facing a relentless attack from an eleventh-level monk, it was no different than nothing.

Boom——

The lightning flashed away, and the tangled vines exploded, scattering countless pieces of wood that had been struck black by lightning.

Broken wood was scattered in the forest, and the earth-shattering movement just now came to an abrupt end.

"Senior Brother Zuo!"

Wang Rui, who was hiding far away, turned pale and called anxiously, but did not dare to step forward.

"Cough cough cough——"

Ancestor Qian Teng coughed out a mouthful of black blood after forcibly performing the surgery, then knelt on the ground and stared at the ruined rainforest.

Through the dim light, it was possible to see a figure lying in the center of the lightning strike, sinking into the softened mud.

"Quickly go and make up for it, don't let him recover."

After all, Patriarch Qian Teng only had the eleventh level of Qi refining. It would be difficult to kill a twelve-level martial artist by forcefully using the thunder method. However, if hit head-on, it would be no problem to stun him.

Disciple Fan Chenglin, upon hearing this, quickly drew out his ruler and rushed towards the scorched area.

But as soon as he took a step, he saw the figure on the ground move.

! !

Fan Chenglin's expression changed suddenly, and he quickly backed away. When he looked carefully, he saw that the figure on the ground had turned over, revealing his robe that was completely burnt but still intact.

"Nangong Xin? What happened..."

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lingquan climbed up from the mud pit.

"Ahem - so damn cruel..."

Zuo Lingquan's clothes were in tatters and covered with mud, and even his hair was curled and smoking. However, with Nangong Xin's body and robe blocking him, he was not fatally injured.

Zuo Lingquan was struck dizzy by lightning. He wiped his face with the rain and regained his breath. He raised his eyes to look at the two retreating opponents and said coldly:

"Is there any more tricks? It's my turn."

Patriarch Qian Teng himself is not a monk who is good at killing. He only has this unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box with his hands, let alone his apprentice.

Seeing that Tu Yang and Jian Wuye were both dead, Ancestor Qian Teng knew that he was doomed and roared in the blink of an eye:

"Zhao Ze! Why don't you come out? He's seriously injured and won't last long!"

Disciple Fan Chenglin was also retreating, looking for Zhao Ze's figure. Although Zhao Ze was not good at killing, he had tamed a few spiritual beasts and still had some fighting power. If he came out now, he might be able to escape. .

As Patriarch Qian Teng shouted in despair, movement soon came from the dense forest, but it was not Zhao Ze.

Buzz buzz——

There was a dense noise, like locusts passing through the sky, blocking out the sun and pressing down from the forest.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, sensing something was wrong, and immediately rushed towards Ancestor Qian Teng and Fan Chenglin.

When Fan Chenglin heard the sound, his already pale face turned a little whiter:

"Master, it seems like a man-eating bee, Zhao Ze ran away and wanted to destroy the body and eliminate any traces."

Patriarch Qian Teng naturally heard what it was, his eyes were blood red and he cursed angrily:

"Zhao Ze, you must die a good death! Even if I turn into a ghost, I will still..."

puff--

One sword kills the head!

Zuo Lingquan's movements were as fast as thunder. After killing Qian Teng Ancestor who had no strength left, he stabbed Fan Chenglin to death at the sixth level of Qi Refining with a backhand sword.

In the dense forest, a black swarm of bees also appeared, looking like a black cloud from a distance.

No matter how good Zuo Lingquan's swordsmanship was, he couldn't just chop the locusts with his sword. He ran to Wang Rui and asked anxiously:

"How to deal with man-eating bees?"

"Man-eating bees are poisonous. It's too rainy to make a fire. Hide in the water and wait for the swarm of bees to pass..."

Wang Rui was frightened by the huge swarm of bees and plunged into the pond.

Zuo Lingquan's internal energy was almost gone, and his skin was not invulnerable. Seeing the swarm of bees rushing over, he immediately jumped into the pond.

Plop——

The next moment, a black cloud composed of a swarm of bees covered it from above...

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Fifteen thousand words, this is the seventh chapter~

In order to keep the chapters, the number of words in the new book period has exceeded too much orz

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