Chapter 13 Treasure Hunt

Xu Le entered another space with a flower in front of him, leaving only a deep and narrow passage behind him.

"Behind...the masters behind...too many, we...let's go as soon as possible." Nangong Xiaoxiao didn't explain much and let go of his hand and ran forward. Xu Le didn't know how to find a way back, so he had to run forward.

There are several practitioners of the seventh level of light quenching gathered here, and the sixth level of quenching is estimated to be more. It's okay to deal with a few weaker ones with the strength of the two of them. Once trapped, it's dangerous.

Nangong Xiaoxiao was not afraid of any powerful traps here, and soon encountered nine fork passages all the way. She didn't want to rush directly into one of the passages, which made Xu Le, who followed, hesitate a little.

I don't know which senior's cave is here. The passage inside is like a maze. Xu Le ran for about half an hour before he saw a bright light in front of him, and there was a huge exit in front of him.

"It's so cold."

Xu Le just rushed out of the hole, and a cold and bitter cold air penetrated into his body from all over his body, making his forward momentum suddenly stagnate. His rushing blood was about to freeze and cool, and a thin layer of ice crystals appeared on the surface of his body.

"The Nether Water."

The first reaction in his mind thought of the strange spring water. He didn't even think about it. Shen Nian pulled out a little bit of the sea flying blood milk from the Mijiezi and swallowed it. A strong energy was emitted from the body. The cold airflow that penetrated in was suddenly neutralize, and the cold air in the outside world could no longer pose a threat. .

"It's so dangerous that I was almost frozen into an ice sculpture."

Xu Le's whole body was warm, but his eyes fell into a natural puddle ten meters away. Nangong Xiaoxiao didn't know what smart means he had used to squat there as if nothing had happened to take the underworld spring water.

"Oh, you... you can still... move?"

Nangong Xiaoxiao was really surprised to see that Xu Le also came up to install the spring water. She is quite aware of the power of this mysterious spring. Even if it is quenched at level 6, the practitioner of level 7 will only stand in the distance to get water with auxiliary items. I thought he had been frozen into ice sculptures, but I didn't expect that nothing happened, and it emitted a hot breath from his body.

"Don't talk nonsense. You can install as much as you can. Those people will catch up soon." Xu Le was a little unhappy. This little stagling deliberately tricked himself. He took out ten big gourds from the Mijiezi and quickly put them away.

"Look... I can't see... you... you... are quite big."

Nangong Xiaoxiao found the Mijie on Xu Le's finger, and her eyes flashed a little. However, she gently swept her left hand and saw that the underworld spring suddenly fell a lot. At this time, Xu Le found that she was also wearing a Mijie on her left hand, and her appearance was exquisite, with many clear and beautiful textures.

The storage capacity of the Netherworld spring in the puddle is not large, and it is quickly scraped out, and the cold air in the cave quickly subsides.

"Little princess, this is a dead end. We have to go back." Xu Le observed that there was no secret road around.

"Let's go."

Nangong Xiaoxiao is very decisive.

The two returned to the same road and accidentally encountered several practitioners who came in, but their strength was so weak that they didn't even have a quenched six-level master. In the narrow passage, Xu Le just shouted, and the reverberating sonorous sound waves shocked those people, and their faces were pale.

Nangong Xiao Xiu's eyebrows moved slightly, and she was more domineering. The black gun in her hand was specially forged to kill her. As soon as the gun flashed, the four five-level practitioners moved their heads one after another.

What a murderous heart.

"Here... it's not... you die, or... I live."

Nangong Xiaoxiao seemed to guess Xu Le's idea, and her red lips were slightly pouted, and she was very unhappy to leave him into the next channel.

"Forget it, it's not like this little stag."

Xu Le smiled bitterly and shook his head to catch up. He doesn't want to be trapped here alive. Let's be a follower first.

"There is another exit ahead." Xu Le slowed down, and this time he learned to be obedient. But when he stepped into the cave, he felt regretful. This cave is very large. It has been full of people for a long time, and they are all strong people in a quenched state. The breath of some of them made him feel suffocated.

This is definitely not the seven-level practitioners who catch up with them, who are stronger.

"There's a younger generation again, hum."

The ears kept roaring, Xu Le's blood was boiling, and a mouthful of blood surged straight up from his chest. He took three steps back and saw that Nangong Xiaoxiao's face was also extremely ugly. There was a blood mark on her left shoulder, which was injured by the master's five fingers.

"How are you?"

Nang Gong Xiaoxiao shook her head calmly.

Xu Le took a deep breath and stood side by side with her, looking at the situation of the cave. These people formed four oppositions. They were horns of each other and lay a skeleton on the ground in their encirclement. The skeleton is crystal clear, like glass, emitting a circle of white luster.

There is a sword inserted in the heart of the skeleton. The sword is sharp and the eyes condensed on the sword. It is definitely not an ordinary magic weapon.

"Sword of saints... bones, treasures..."

The little princess stattering.

Xu Le looked at her in surprise, but his mind was quickly attracted by the bones and treasures. He learned from the classics that the bones of saints can be preserved for many years and immortal in a specific environment, and the treasure is a rare weapon.

Nowadays, martial sword practitioners have sacrificed weapons with their own blood since childhood. No matter how powerful they are, that weapon is at most the top magic weapon. Only when they use their soul power to sacrifice weapons again can the magic weapon transform into a treasure weapon.

At that time, sword practitioners could perform the legendary swordsmanship, and kill the enemy within one thought.

Unfortunately, the practice of soul Tao is difficult. Even with Feng Feifei's soul power, it may not be possible to promote a divine soldier as a treasure.

The sword in front of us is the most coveted treasure of sword practitioners in the world. Those who have not opened the bitter sea of practice can still break through with the help of treasure weapons. Whoever can get it is the king of sword practitioners.

However, there is only one sword, and all forces want to get it, and there must be a life-and-death battle.

Seeing the current severe situation clearly, Xu Le's heart sank. In a hurry, he glanced at the sword and was suddenly surprised: "There are words on the sword."

Everyone looked at it at the same time, and there were indeed three words 'Qianqiu Sword'.

"Is this the cave of the old man Qianqiu?"

A middle-aged man suddenly burst into momentum, like a hurricane, and he rushed to the sword. One stone stirred up thousands of waves, and the other three people of similar strength woke up one after another and shouted to kill them one after another.

Qianqiu's reputation shocked their minds so strongly that they almost won the lead.

"Little princess, let's go." Xu Le was also shocked. He practiced a swordsmanship called 'Qianqiu Sword', and he didn't know what it had to do with this Qianqiu old man. Taking advantage of the chaos, he grabbed Nangong Xiaoxiao's wrist and was about to leave. However, four quenched six-level practitioners came over.

"Kill it."

Nangong Xiaoxiao's tone was resolute, and the gun in her hand bloomed with silver flowers, just like the moonlight spreading at night, and the power of one shot enveloped two level six masters.

Xu Le has the power of fifty-nine, and his strength is comparable to the top master in the sixth level of quenching. He knows that if he is not cruel, he will become himself if he dies here.

Five fingers become claws, like bending the bow to shoot the moon, and the eagle attacks. Xu Le twisted his waist and avoided the assassinated Jianfeng. He grabbed the other party's heart without hesitation.

With a bang, a terrible blood hole appeared in the chest of the practitioner who had only fifty-two power to carry the tripod at level 6, and his heart was caught by one move.

Xu Le's martial arts 'nine shooting claws' are the most suitable for close combat, and it is domineering and vicious, which can easily deter people's hearts. Many immortal disciples have practiced this skill, but few can reach the level of Xu Le.

One shot of his heart claws and directly killed one person. The other man, whose fist had approached Xu Le's throat, roared. The martial arts suit on his arm exploded in an instant, and the roots of blood burst out, as if he was urging some desperate secret skills.

"Looking for death."

Xu Le's murderous intention was born, and he did not make any defense. He opened his mouth and spit out suddenly, and a mouthful of air in his chest burst into an arrow.

He has been able to condense his strength, and his internal organs are extremely strong, ten times that of his level. The power of the breath is not weaker than the sharpness of the magic weapon, and it is unexpected and endless.

With a scream, the big man with the power of fifty-three covered his right eye and withdrew. His physique was fifty-three times stronger, but he still couldn't resist the power of anger.

Xu Le made a mistake in front of his body, and his finger burst out at the center of his eyebrows and sent him to hell.

Nangong Xiaoxiao killed the two more quickly than him, but she saw the beating heart in Xu Le's left hand and almost turned around to attack him.

What does it mean that people don't have power? They don't even have power. Xu Le is in this state at the present.

"Kill everyone. Things here must not be leaked. The four of us share the treasure equally."

The four quenched eight-level strong men who were fighting sounded like a bell, shaking the whole stone cave. Their eyes looked at each other and formed a tacit understanding, and unexpectedly turned to slaughter the disciples they brought.

"Crazy, they are all crazy."

Xu Le punched a man to death again, and a very thin middle-aged man cut him in the waist. The knife condensed and did not disperse, and a layer of knife wrapped around the knife body, which was full of momentum.

"A seven-level master."

Xu Le's heart beats, and it can be concluded from the momentum that the man's strength is much higher than that of himself, which is definitely more than 60. And more importantly, the wind blade brought by the blade instantly formed a rotating force, making people within a radius of ten meters feel trapped in a quagmire and slow to move.

If you want to break free from his momentum and gain vitality, you can only break this cage. Xu Le's picture posture of the "Qianqiu Sword" appeared in his mind in an instant. His spiritual thinking was extremely concentrated and pointed out by the sword. This move has the tendency to break the sky and is natural.

In the Jiujian Valley Bidou, he used this move completely by force, and he didn't think of the charm of the sword move at all. But at this moment, his soul power was slightly integrated, and he seemed to touch a mysterious charm.