147 Flying Sword

Qin took a breath of cold air. No wonder Zhao Qiankun and others dared to be so arrogant that they guarded the patrol range of the mountain disciples and intercepted their way. Zhao Qiankun's reliance was this magic weapon.

You should know that under normal circumstances, eight disciples in blue still have a chance of winning against seven disciples in blue with the same cultivation. However, these seven disciples in blue carried almost all high-level spiritual weapons, which directly put the disciples in Qingyi at a disadvantage. As soon as Zhao Qiankun's magic weapon came out, with the power of this magic weapon, Qingyi's disciples had no chance of winning.

Ye Qin quickly looked at the three Qingyi peers and the senior sisters. They had already changed their color and lost their fighting spirit, with a retreat in their eyes. In this case, not to mention defeating Zhao Qiankun and others, even self-insurreliant may become a problem.

In this case, Ye Qin naturally can't stand in front. He glanced around quickly to find a way to escape so as not to be intercepted. He soon found that the three male disciples in blue and four junior sisters were secretly exploring around, afraid that they also had the intention of waiting for the opportunity to escape, which was surprisingly tacit.

"Haha, how's it going? Several junior sisters handed over the snow silk armor by themselves, so that I would not do it. Otherwise, this baby is not a joke. It's very powerful. I can't control it. In case I accidentally hurt my arm and my leg is broken. Don't blame me for not reminding you.

Zhao Qiankun manipulated the little flying sword with one hand and shouted proudly, "As for the other waste brothers, just leave the best spiritual weapon. My surname is Zhao, who has always been generous, and I won't do anything to kill.

Several disciples in blue boasted about their brother and looked at each other helplessly.

"Go!"

Suddenly, I don't know who shouted, and the eight people immediately turned into eight fast shadows and fled in the direction of the Qingdan Mountains. If you can meet the Qingdanmen Mountain Patrol, you may have a chance to escape.

"Damn it, a group of cowards actually ran away!"

Zhao Qiankun is showing off his local magic weapon. I was stunned for a moment. Swearing. Immediately jump down the boulder. He chased with other disciples in blue separately. That snowy summer. I'll go after it. You guys. Go after her women's land and men's land. Whoever grabs the earth's spiritual weapon will use it. Don't worry about sect punishment. After we build the foundation. Who dares to accuse us?"

"Good. Brother Zhao."

The disciples in blue were extremely excited. If everyone can grab a good spiritual weapon. There is no doubt that he is more confident in this cave trial.

Ye Qin's feet are a little lower. He rushed to the southwest. But he soon realized that something was wrong. There is no one chasing behind him at all. Look back. He understood it immediately. Zhao Qiankun and others want snow silk armor. The four sisters were their interception targets.

And the three male disciples in blue have been standing in front. Expose the target to the maximum. Those disciples in blue targeted them. I have eight disciples in Tsing Yi on my side. There are only seven disciples in blue on Zhao Qiankun's side. Escape in eight directions. He happened to be the one who was dropped. There are seven people left. Zhao Qiankun caught up with one person at most. This catch-up is almost certain to be defeated. Can the six people in the rest escape? It depends on luck.

Ye Qin looked back. I happened to see Xuexia and Zhao Qiankun rushing hundreds of feet away.

After a short while, everyone had already dispersed and fled.

In a mountain and a rocky forest.

Xuexia hurriedly shuttled through the rocky forest in panic, avoiding the chase of an inch-long blue sword behind her. For the disciples of the refining period, the most domineering and hateful place of magic weapons is that they can attack and defend from afar.

The spiritual sword in her hand could not attack Zhao Qiankun at all, but Zhao Qiankun could easily attack her with a flying sword.

Zhao Qiankun chased desperately a few feet away from behind, while controlling the blue sword light to stare at Xuexia with royal swordsmanship. Although his speed could not catch up with Xuexia at once, the flying sword was extremely fast and killed Xuexia.

However, what they didn't notice was.

In the low air behind them, there was a faint shadow of snow wings, silent, and the aura released outside was extremely weak.

Ye Qin's practice of "Sitting and Forgetting the Sutra" automatically restrains the breath of the ground, and the effect is a little stronger than the restraining technique. If the two of them don't look back, they can hardly detect it at all. Unless it is a foundation-building monk, it may be keen to find something wrong.

Ye Qin followed slowly, and naturally had something to rely on. The huge snow wings behind him are his biggest capital. This best spiritual weapon can be called a quasi-law weapon, which is naturally unique.

Although he can't kill Zhao Qiankun with this flying spirit weapon, as long as he flies high in the sky and is out of the attack range, Zhao Qiankun can only stare and have no choice. Unless Zhao Qiankun also has a flying spirit in his hand - but it's unlikely. If Zhao Qiankun had this thing, he would have taken it out to chase and kill them.

It was out of this consideration that Ye Qin dared to follow the two. Zhao Qiankun and others wanted to grab a few defensive spiritual weapons in order to be more confident in the cave trial and win the foundation elixir. Doesn't he have this idea?

In order to grab the spiritual stone, the cave must be extremely bloody, and the fighting between various sects is indispensable.

If he can grab this offensive magic weapon from Zhao Qiankun's hand before entering the cave, then in this cave trial, even if he accidentally meets the high-level children of various sects with magic weapons, he will at least have the power to protect himself, and will not become a stepping stone for death.

It is much easier to deal with Zhao Qiankun, a half-baked high-level children, than to deal with those really strong high-level children

Ye Qin was not clear about the power of the flying swordsmanship, and he was afraid of it. He followed the safe distance after dozens of feet to observe. As for whether to take action or not, we can only act according to the opportunity to see if the flying sword has any weakness.

He didn't consider how long Xuexia could last in Zhao Qiankun's hands. This is not his ruthlessness. After all, there are 8,000 disciples in the refining period of Qingdanmen, and no one will take their own life for a fellow disciple who has just met several times. He won't. If it were other peers, if he saw that he was chased and killed by high-level monks, he would not rush to rescue him.

"Sister Xue, I know that the best snow silk armor must be with you. It's likely to be worn on you. Hand it over. I don't want my sister to be stabbed into a hole by the flying sword with it.

Zhao Qiankun shouted excitedly while controlling the flying sword, with some unbearable eyes flashing in his eyes.

Ye Qin was a little puzzled. From the beginning to now, Zhao Qiankun just shouted and threatened them with magic weapons, but he didn't really attack.

Ye Qin didn't think that Zhao Qiankun could not use this magic weapon, but just put on airs. After all, Zhao Qiankun is going to participate in the cave trial. If he doesn't have a few brushes, he doesn't dare to die. However, Zhao Qiankun would rather export threats over and over again, and never use this flying sword, for fear that the flying sword is limited.

"Dreaming, this snow silk armor was woven by me after ten years of collecting the best silk. Even if you kill me, you can't get it." Xuexia held a three-foot-long crystal sword and did not stop at all. She turned around and stared at Zhao Qiankun with hatred. With a pinch in his right hand, a blue water arrow hit behind him.

Zhao Qiankun had a protective shield on his body. He was not afraid of this weak water arrow at all and blocked the attack of the water arrow. This water arrow can't break the shield, but it slows down Zhao Qiankun's speed.

"Don't blame me for being a killer. Rise--!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Qiankun's face darkened, and his mana was output with all his strength. The blue sword suddenly spit out, and the short Xuanyin sword, which was a few inches long, immediately grew in the wind and turned into a short sword nearly a foot long. He cut his head at Xuexia with a sword. Under the control of the imperial swordsmanship, with the input of mana, the flying sword can be long or short, the shortest number of inches, and the longest number of feet.

Zhao Qiankun's cultivation is nine layers of the refining period, and he can't exert the enough power of this flying sword. At most, it can make it rise to a foot long. It is about one-tenth of its power, which is already quite difficult.

However, the power of this flying sword is strong enough.

Ye Qin, who is dozens of feet away, can also feel the power of that sword.

Xuexia immediately felt a piercing sword power coming from behind her, and she looked stunned. She had no time to keep the means and crushed a dirt escape charm in her hand. Well, he got into the ground from where he was and disappeared, avoiding this fatal cut.

"Boom!" The flying sword passed through the shadow of Xuexia, hit a huge stone pillar several feet high in the stone forest, and smashed the whole stone pillar and burst.

Zhao Qiankun took back the flying sword that had been re-reduced by a few inches. He immediately showed chagrin and looked around to find out where Xue Xia Dun had gone.

Every attack of the magic weapon consumes mana extremely. Even if he is the cultivation of the ninth level of the gas refining period, he is not willing to use it too much, so as not to deplete his mana too quickly. Before killing the opponent, he will run out his mana first.

Between a few breaths, Xuexia drilled out of the stone forest dozens of feet away and rushed to the distance.

"Well, if you don't drink a toast, I'd like to see how many earth escape charms you can use, Sister Xue!" Zhao Qiankun sneered, stamped his feet, flew to chase him, and no longer kept it. The flying sword in his hand turned into a blue rainbow again, hitting Xuexia.

"Go!"

The flying sword is too fast and too flexible.

Xuexia couldn't avoid several flying movements one after another. The sword spirit went straight to her back, and her delicate face changed tragically. She hurriedly waved the crystal sword to block her chest. At the same time, her right hand pinched, "Water wall, get up!" With her shout, a huge blue water curtain stood between her and the flying sword.

"Puff!" With a sound, the sharp end of the flying sword pierced the water curtain. The water curtain looked quite powerful, but it couldn't stop the trend of flying swords at all, and it was pierced at once.

"Dong, dle"

In the blink of an eye, Xue Xia protected the water spiritual weapon crystal sword in front of her, which was densely hit by the flying sword. The spiritual sword and the magic sword collided fiercely, and the light flashed. The spiritual sword broke inch by inch in an instant and collapsed into dozens of crystal fragments.

The flying sword broke the crystal sword, and the remaining momentum was still left. It hit Xuexia, "Bow!" Her simple blue shirt suddenly turned into ashes, revealing snow-white and delicate skin, and what she was wearing in the blue shirt was a snow silk armor.

Xuexia was hit by a flying sword, fell a few feet away, spewed out a mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. The snow silk armor was hit by the flying sword, showing obvious cracks and stained with bright blood stains. If it weren't for this snow silk armor to protect the body, I'm afraid that the flying sword will pierce the chest and die directly.

Xuexia was already desperate, but at the critical moment of life and death, how dare she easily give up her vitality, support the heavy creation, jump up, and run to the Qingdan Mountains, but the speed has been reduced by at least half, which is much worse than before.

"The arm blocks the car, and you can't measure yourself. Sister Xue, brother, this flying sword is not so easy to resist. Zhao Qiankun flew to the ground, took back the flying sword with a move, and laughed proudly.

Ye Qin flew silently at a distance of dozens of feet. Looking at the attack just now, he was secretly surprised. ( To be continued, if you want to know what will happen, please log in to www**, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!)

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