Too Reckless

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The fine raindrops fell in the endless jungle, and the hurried footsteps appeared and disappeared in the rain curtain, and there were animal howls and shouts from the distance behind:

"Don't run away, I'll give you a treat."

The two figures walked one after the other, walking through the endless forest. They didn't know where they went or how far they had to run. They were all sweating like rain and panting like cows.

Gradually, the person running behind was a little unable to run, and the speed began to slow down.

But the person who slowed down was not Wang Rui, who had a shallow cultivation, but Zuo Lingquan, who had already reached the end of his force.

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

How far can an ordinary man run at full speed even if he escapes?

Under normal circumstances, sprinting at full speed for half a mile is a fierce man, but Zuo Lingquan ran nearly five miles.

And even if Wang Rui only has the third level of qi refining, he still has a whole body of true qi to rely on. As long as the true qi is not exhausted, the true qi in his body will continue to feed his body, and he will not die no matter how far he runs. The same is true for the six cultivators who are chasing after him.

Manpower will eventually run out, but God does not.

Zuo Lingquan didn't believe this sentence before, but now he finds that it is true.

No matter whether you are unwilling or unwilling, you can't get rid of the gradual loss of strength in your body; when you want to take a breath, the breath is getting shorter and shorter.

Zuo Lingquan's eyes were still as sharp as swords, but his bruised face and his beating heartbeat kept reminding him that it was time to stop and rest.

But you can't stop, you will die if you stop!

Wang Rui's breathing was equally heavy, and he buried his head and ran forward to find a way out.

Since the last time he was rescued, in Wang Rui's heart, Zuo Lingquan was much stronger than him, and he never thought that Zuo Lingquan would not be able to keep up.

But while running, Wang Rui also noticed that Zuo Lingquan was getting farther away, until the footsteps behind him suddenly stopped.

"Senior Brother Zuo?!"

Wang Rui stopped quickly, turned around and asked in the smallest voice.

Zuo Lingquan stood on the spot, holding a long sword in his hand, and the rain slid down from the edge of the sword; his back was to Wang Rui, and his body was sweating.

Wang Rui didn't know why, looked at the back cautiously, and whispered:

"Senior Brother Zuo, run quickly, these people will chase after you right away."

Zuo Lingquan looked into the depths of the forest behind, adjusted his breathing with all his strength, suppressed the tremors of his muscles, and said calmly:

"If you run, you will die. If you don't run, you will die. A swordsman, how can you run and die with your back to the enemy. You go first, and I will kill you."

Wang Rui actually knew that running was also death.

Of the six cultivators in the back, five of them were at least at the eighth level of Qi Refinement. No matter how hard they fought for endurance or combat power, they would crush them without any suspense.

Now we have opened a little distance, just because a few wandering warlocks can't run fast, the shield-wielding Wuxiu is afraid that Zuo Lingquan will ambush and steal people, so he deliberately slows down and forms a group. There are two beasts tracking the traces behind, no matter how far they run Can't get rid of it.

But if you continue to run, there will be at least a hint of vitality. What if the teachers come over?

Xihuang Valley is a hundred miles away. Actually, it's better to rely on the teacher's door, rather than relying on a big monster in the mountains to scare away a few wild cultivators.

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

Wang Rui walked up to him quickly and was about to persuade Zuo Lingquan not to be impatient, but when he saw Zuo Lingquan's bruised face, he understood why Zuo Lingquan stopped - if he ran again, he had to run to death. Zuo Lingquan's only chance was to go back and kill six opponents while he still had some strength.

Wang Rui opened his mouth, not knowing what to do for a while.

"You go."

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

Wang Rui hesitated, looked back at the depths of Changqing Mountain, and then looked at Zuo Lingquan's back. In the end, he gritted his teeth, ran to him, and grabbed Zuo Lingquan:

"Senior brother, don't be so reckless. If you want to outsmart it, 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 chance of life, 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 canopy of a big tree:

"Senior brother, you should ambush there. I had a great opportunity when I was young, and I learned a secret technique, which I didn't dare to show in Xihuang Valley before. Now I don't need it anymore, just look at me."

While speaking, 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 surgery. Brother, you need to put a few drops of blood in it."

Under desperation, no matter how unreliable the method is, you have to try it, it is better than fighting for your life.

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

"Is it enough?"

"Enough, treat the wound well, so that the beasts who are being tracked will not notice it in advance."

Wang Rui took the water bag and ran quickly to the back, and the beasts behind him growled closer and closer.

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

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

Through the dense canopy, one could faintly see the man with the sword and shield walking in front, the other five walking behind, paying attention to the surroundings, and the two black panthers chasing the trail ahead.

Zuo Lingquan held his breath and waited for the opportunity among the tree canopies. At the same time, he also paid attention to the direction of Wang Rui's disappearance.

Unfortunately, Zuo Lingquan waited for a long time, but couldn't see anything earth-shattering. On the contrary, a few wild cultivators in the distance got closer and closer, and finally reached the place where the two had just stopped. The faint words came from the night rain:

"The footprints disappeared, as if they didn't run away..."

"It's unbelievable to run so far without the infuriating energy around you. It's estimated that you've been hiding and walking slowly..."

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

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

"Chase."

……

Among the dense forests, six monks were on guard in all directions, moving to the southwest, gradually drifting away.

Zuo Lingquan was struck by lightning!

He stared at the six people who were far away, his breathing had stopped, but his eyes trembled uncontrollably.

……

"Surgery requires human blood, brother, drop a few drops of blood in this..."

"I've learned a secret technique...you can just look at mine..."

……

The words just now are still vivid in my mind, and now Zuo Lingquan can see it.

What nonsense secret technique, the technique of enticing the enemy, it's just life-for-life!

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

Zuo Lingquan held the hilt of the sword, his knuckles were white, and the hilt of the sword wrapped around the black rope seemed to be crushed.

Just now, there was no way out, and now there is a way to survive, just like that.

Reason told Zuo Lingquan that he should seize this opportunity.

Don't make a sound, don't be reckless, if you have any intentions, both of you will die in vain, wasting other people's efforts in vain.

The enemy has gone far, and now he only needs to wait for a moment, then be careful to escape in the opposite direction, and he will have a chance to escape.

Zuo Lingquan is doing this, and it should be the same.

But he wasn't willing to do this!

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

He almost harshly squeezed his own potential, almost stubbornly stabbed one sword after another, what was it for?

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

The purpose is to gain a firm foothold in this world where someone can move mountains and seas, so as not to watch others die for you as it is now, but there is nothing you can do.

Because of this kind of thing, there is a first time, and then there will be a second time and a third time.

After receiving this love today, there may be a situation that is even more obsessive in the future. Will it continue to live on the side?

The enemy this time is indeed powerful, so powerful that he can't see any chance, but when is the enemy not strong?

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

Thunderbolt—

Electric light streaks across the sky, and the rainforest turns into day.

Zuo Lingquan clenched the long sword that had accompanied him for more than ten years and stared at the direction where the few Ye Xiu were going.

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

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

The odds of winning are almost dead. Killing the past is a reckless act, not advisable!

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

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The wind is blowing, and the rain is pouring.

Under the vastness of the sky, in the endless rainforest, six people marched fast, following two black panthers, chasing the enemy fleeing in the woods.

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

Ancestor Qianto was guarded by a few people in the middle, and while chasing, he looked up at the top of the tree canopy, his face was a little dignified:

"Why is it raining so hard all of a sudden?"

"The old forest in the deep mountains, that's how it is, make a quick decision, wait for too long, and watch out for the people from the Phoenix Valley."

Holding the elephant king's shield, Tu Yang followed the two black panthers, chasing the faint blood 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 in the mountain.

Zhao Ze carried the box wrapped in black cloth on his back, raised his hand and said:

"In the pool."

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

Ancestor Qianto gestured with his eyes, and his apprentice Fan Chenglin nodded slightly. He came to the edge of the pool with a black magic ruler in his hand.

buzzing-

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

The shock didn't last for a moment, and then the pool surged up. Wang Rui, who had nowhere to go, rushed out of the mud and turned around and ran to the other side of the pool.

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

Nangong Xin had the talisman in his hand ready to go, and when he saw someone rushing out of the quagmire, he wanted to shoot a talisman to kill him.

But just as Nangong Xin was about to make his move, Ancestor Qianto who was standing beside him, his black cloak suddenly swelled, and the whole person quickly moved sideways; .

"Be careful!"

Tu Yang noticed that something was wrong, he turned from the pool, and when he raised his eyes, he saw a black afterimage rushing out of the crowd behind, and the long sword with a bit of cold light pierced Nangong Xin's back.

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

Being raided, Nangong Xin couldn't dodge from the front, and naturally the same was true behind him.

bang——

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

Nangong Xin sensed something was wrong, and pulled out a snow-white talisman in his hand, but before it was excited, he saw a sword tip showing between his eyes!

cha-

The sword is closed at a touch.

As soon as everyone in the Hundred Sacred Valley reacted, Nangong Xin fell to the ground, blood was pouring from the back of his head, and the talisman clip in his hand fell out.

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

In the dense forest swept by the wind and rain behind, a black shadow stood under the ancient tree in the sky.

The three-foot Qingfeng in his hand was still dripping with blood beads.

Thunderbolt—

The thunder sounded overhead, and the bright electric light illuminated the earth, pulling thousands of fascinated shadows in the twisted and knotted jungle.

Shadow's face disappeared in a flash, and only those eyes left an impression on everyone.

Those eyes are as sharp as a sword!

Wang Rui, who climbed out of the water pool, found that someone was helping, and quickly turned his head to look, but after seeing who was coming, he was stunned for a moment, and then a little anxious:

"Brother Zuo, what are you doing back here?"

"Murder."

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

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

"Not right."

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

The sword was thrown out too quickly, and I couldn't see it clearly. At this time, if I looked carefully, I could clearly see that on the long sword in Zuo Lingquan's right hand, there was a black mist that appeared and disappeared from time to time.

The raindrops that fell from the sky were also drawn invisible, and the direction of drifting all pointed to Zuo Lingquan, like a high river, merging into the valley.

Zhao Ze's five elements are water-loving, he felt his inner qi was restless, and when he looked at the changes in the surrounding astronomical phenomena, he said in a bit of astonishment:

"This is Linggu?"

Ancestor Qianto arrived at the eleventh level of Qi Refining and has a lot of experience. He frowned and explained:

"The realm is broken. The two veins of Ren and Governor are fully connected, Xiao Zhoutian has been formed, and the spiritual energy of heaven and earth gathers on its own. It is not a spiritual valley, and it is not far away."

"How to do?"

"What do you say? Why don't you apologize and let's go?"

"..."

The crowd stopped talking and slowly formed the formation.

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

Patriarch Qianto and his disciples retreated at the same time, and took out the magic weapon again.

Zhao Ze took out a jade flute, put it on his lips and blew it. In the jungle under the rain curtain, all the beasts fled and gathered towards this side.

and the other side.

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

He went all out to attack, because the opponent was too powerful, so he could only analyze the situation with all his heart, and did his best to squeeze his potential.

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

This feeling is like someone who is extremely tired, suddenly walks into a cool and refreshing room, takes a sip of herbal tea, and there are several young and beautiful girls kneading and kneading.

Originally, Zuo Lingquan thought it was a flashback before his body collapsed, but after a sword pierced Nangong Xin's head, he only had confidence left in his heart.

My sword, as it should be!

Zuo Lingquan felt the Qihai Point under the navel, and there was a weak but obvious heat flow, which rose along the Ren meridian in the front line of the chest; then turned back along the Du meridian near the spine, and finally returned to the Qihai.

The speed of circulation is extremely fast, and the heat flow becomes clearer every time it circulates.

This heat flow, as he held the sword and was ready to go, became materialized in front of his eyes - wisps of black mist loomed over the bright blade of the sword, increasing every minute and second.

The color of the water of the five elements is black, this is true qi!

Zuo Lingquan felt the infuriating energy that suddenly appeared in his body, but he was not overjoyed or rejoiced in his heart. He felt that God finally opened his eyes.

Because he deserves it!

After 14 years of ascetic cultivation, he never expects a source of blessings from the sky to be rewarded for nothing; he relied on sword after sword, dripping water through stone and accumulating over time, and he never slack off for a day.

The true qi that appeared in the body was not a kind gift from God, but something that he should have obtained with his ability, but came too late!

Thunderbolt—

The electric python ran through the sea of ​​clouds, and there was a thunder in the sky.

Holding the elephant king shield, Tu Yang strode forward.

Zuo Lingquan twisted the blade lightly and raised his eyes.

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

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

Jian Wuye who followed Tu Yang abruptly stopped, his eyes full of surprise.

He is also a swordsman, and he understands what the oppressive force and penetrating power are, and that is the 'sword intent' that only a strong swordsman can have.

Sword Intent is a very mysterious saying, you can't see it, you can't touch it, no one can tell what it is, but you can feel it.

If I had to find a description, it would be the look in front of me—condescending, sharp and unparalleled, telling you plainly that you are about to die!

Jian Wuye swallowed his saliva, unable to face the edge directly, so he slowly stepped back.

Tu Yang was walking on an unstoppable tyrannical road, and he also felt that there was an invincible blade in front of him, waiting for him to hit it.

But Tu Yang could not retreat.

The disciples of the Iron Arrow Mansion have always advanced without retreat. Advancement leads to life and retreat leads to death.

"Breaking the military!"

Tu Yang shouted angrily, the Elephant King Shield in his hand was full of white light, his muscles were towering, and he could clearly see the white True Qi, which came out from the limbs and bones and merged into the Elephant King Shield in his hand.

It was also at the same moment that Zuo Lingquan's speed skyrocketed, with a three-foot green front in his hand. He didn't see how to use his sword, and the tip of the sword was already in the center of the elephant king's shield.

thump—

Amidst the strong wind and rain, there was a clear sword cry!

This sword is far less terrifying than the last time, but the voice is much purer and clearer, because this is Zuo Lingquan's own true energy!

The strands of black mist on the sword's edge poured out the moment the sword tip touched the round shield, like a stream of ink with the thickness of the sword blade, penetrating the overwhelming elephant king's shield and hitting Tu Yang's heart.

cha-

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

Zuo Lingquan's long sword retracted at a touch, flew over from above, stopped firmly on the ground, and raised his eyes to look at the remaining four.

thump—

Tu Yang, who was behind him, rushed out more than three feet before he fell to the ground. There was a sword wound on his back. The sword wound was neat and orderly, it was the cut surface of the sword, and he didn't even hurt the robe next to him.

"Tu Yang!"

The ancestors of Qianto didn't even realize that Tu Yang had suffered a fatal blow, so they hurriedly called out.

Apparently there was no response to this call.

Zuo Lingquan stood with his sword in his hand. He wanted to fight the remaining four in one go, but after the sword was over, 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 it. The infuriating qi recovered by the child's time, a sword is filled with water, and after the sword is used, there is no need to say, not a drop is left.

!

In the face of four powerful enemies, the depletion of infuriating energy is obviously a serious problem.

Zuo Lingquan also reacted quickly and stopped in front of the four, holding his long sword upside down with his hands on his back, and crushing the only remaining Bai Yuzhu in his sleeve robe, his eyes were still cold as he glanced at the four:

"Who are you?"

Ancestor Qianto found that Tu Yang was completely dead, and his heart was also turbulent. He did not dare to rush forward, standing behind Jian Wuye, and said solemnly:

"Who are you?"

Zuo Lingquan stood solemnly in the rain and said calmly:

"Dadan Consort, you come to kill me, don't you know?"

"Why do you have such a cultivation?"

"Curious? Then I'll let you all understand today, fourteen years ago..."

……

Rory swears.

Wang Rui stood cautiously behind the enemy, not even daring to move. When he saw the wise and martial brother Zuo, he suddenly stopped to chat, and jumped in a hurry:

"Senior Brother Zuo, if you talk too much, you die early, and you must do things quickly and neatly."

Zuo Lingquan's face was stern, but his heart trembled, and he secretly said: Do you think I don't know that the villain died too much? How to delay time without talking?

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

Ancestor Qianto has been practicing a practice for nearly a hundred years, and his experience is definitely not low. After listening to Zuo Lingquan for a long time, he gradually recalled:

"Quick, he has just broken through, his true qi is about to be exhausted, and he is condensing qi in the dark. Quick battle and quick decision!"

Jian Wuye thought that he would definitely die today, but when he heard this, he also reacted. He didn't let go of the only remaining life.

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

Ancestor Qianteng and his apprentice Fan Chenglin are both wandering fangs, and they have no chance of winning against such an explosive martial cultivator as Zuo Lingquan. As long as Jian Wuye is dead, they will not even be able to run, and they will all take out The ability to press the bottom of the box.

Zuo Lingquan holds Bai Yuzhu behind his back, and uses Qihuanggu's "Qi Yang Jue" to refine and absorb, but refining spiritual energy is a delicate task, and Qi Yang Jue is not a superior exercise. When sitting in meditation, the speed is slow, not to mention It's time to talk about this kind of single-mindedness.

Seeing Jian Wuye risking his life, Zuo Lingquan could only put the crushed Bai Yuzhu in his sleeve robe, and then stepped forward again with his sword.

Although Zuo Lingquan was too weak to use his sword skills, his stamina had been restored by the nourishment of his infuriating energy. No matter how little his infuriated energy was, he was still stronger than none.

However, Jian Wuye's desperate counterattack under his life should not be underestimated. Raising his hand is a stunt of housekeeping, 'Yu Xia Chengqi', who will startle the terrace.

Among the nine sects, Jing Terrace is most famous for 'Swordsmanship' and 'Fighting Beasts'. In swordsmanship, there are five ultimate moves that can be passed down. The national teacher Yue Pingyang has learned three of them, and the strongest one is 'Yu Xia Chengqi'.

I saw Jian Wuye raised the speed to the extreme, and the cyan sword light revealed more than two feet from the tip of the sword. With one sword shot, three sword shadows appeared in front of the sword, pointing directly at Zuo Lingquan's eyebrows, heart, and air.

Jingtai's swordsmanship is famous for its ghosts, and it's hard to guard against reality. Yu Xia Chengqi practiced to the end, but a hundred swords could be unleashed, some of which were false and true, and she was killed on the spot in the wrong place.

Zuo Lingquan had heard about this move in Phoenix Valley, and his response was very simple - he avoided fighting without fighting, and leaped into the air with his body's explosive power, and waited for the three swords to pass under him. The backhand sword was like a dragonfly touching the water between Jian Wuye's eyebrows.

Ding--

The sword is closed at a touch.

Jian Wuye stabbed with a sword, and without backhanding, he fell to his knees on the ground without making a sound.

Zuo Lingquan neatly retracted his sword in the air and fell back to the ground, intending to continue forward.

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

Zuo Lingquan suffered a loss, and immediately closed his eyes and turned his head, but what he was waiting for was not a flashbang, but a sentence from Wang Rui:

"careful!"

Zuo Lingquan's heart sank, knowing that he was planning, he quickly retreated, but his ankle was inexplicably entangled with something.

He lowered his eyes to look, and was stunned to find that a cyan ripple covered an area of ​​nearly ten feet in the radius of Qianto's ancestor.

Wherever the ripples passed, twisted vines stretched out from trees, flowers and plants, entangling everything that could be entangled.

For low-level cultivators, it is difficult to control the true qi out of the body. Under normal circumstances, a martial cultivator at the second level of Linggu can let his true qi spread to the target ten feet away; even if the inner cultivator specializes in magic, it is impossible to practice qi. The eleventh level affects such a large range.

Zuo Lingquan had understood this, and when he looked up, he saw the old man standing on the edge of the water pool. Refreshed.

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

No matter how fast Zuo Lingquan ran, it was impossible for him to escape ten feet, and Fan Chenglin, who was holding a ruler next to him, rushed to the vicinity of Zuo Lingquan before his death when Master made a move, and inserted his ruler into the mud; The tremors and tossed, turning into a slushy swamp under the rain, and there was nowhere to rest.

The two wandering warlocks did everything they could to learn, and the effect was beyond Zuo Lingquan's understanding.

Zuo Lingquan only felt that his feet were weak, and they sank more than two inches. In the future, when he had time to pull out his feet, his whole body was covered with vines. He slashed a few with his sword, but it was impossible to sweep away the ten-zhang vines in an instant.

At this critical moment, Zuo Lingquan's ear resounded with a thunderous scolding:

"Shock!"

Ancestor Qianto held up the bronze mirror with both hands, and his whole body was filled with infuriating energy. The bright brass mirror shone with electric light after a while.

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

Zuo Lingquan heard the word 'shock', and his heart suddenly became cold. Without hesitation, he poured the few True Qi into the only remaining worry-free charm, and at the same time forcibly tore off the vines and fell to the ground.

Thunder——

With the exit of the word 'shock', the light above the bronze mirror burst into flames, and then a twisted electric snake with the thickness of the mouth of the bowl rushed out from between the bronze mirrors and fell between the rain forests of thousands of vines.

Although the Worry-Free Talisman exploded, the Worry-Free Talisman can at most deal with the monks of the next sixth level, and facing the unrelenting blow of the eleventh level monks is not much different from nothing.

Boom—

The lightning flashed away, and the tangled vines burst, splashing countless pieces of wood that had been charred black by lightning strikes.

The broken wood was scattered in the forest, and the earth-shattering movement came to an abrupt end.

"Brother Zuo!"

Wang Rui, who was hiding in the distance, turned pale and called out in a hurry, but did not dare to come forward.

"Cough cough cough—"

Ancestor Qianto coughed out a mouthful of black blood after forcibly applying it, fell to his knees on the ground, and stared at the ruined rainforest.

Through the dim light, one could see a figure lying in the center of the lightning strike, sinking into the softened mud.

"Go and make up for it, don't let him slow down."

After all, Ancestor Qianto only had the eleventh level of Qi Refining. Forcibly using the Thunder Technique, it was a bit difficult to kill the twelve-level martial artist directly, but if he hit him head on, it would be no problem to be stunned.

When the apprentice Fan Chenglin heard the words, he quickly pulled out the ruler and rushed towards the scorched black area.

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

! !

Fan Chenglin's face changed suddenly, he quickly stepped back, looked carefully, but saw the figure on the ground 'turned over', revealing the robe that was black but still visible.

"Nangong Xin? What happened..."

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

"Cough-cough-what a **** ruthless..."

Zuo Lingquan's robes were all torn and dirty, and even his hair was curled and smoking, but Nangong Xin's body and robe blocked him, but he was not fatally injured.

Zuo Lingquan was struck dizzy by the thunder. He wiped his face with the rain, and then regained his breath. He looked up at the two retreating opponents, and said coldly:

"Are there any more recruits? It's up to me if I don't."

Ancestor Qianto is not a cultivator who is good at killing. He only has the unique ability to press the bottom of the box, not to mention his apprentice.

Seeing that Tu Yang and Jian Wuye were all dead, the ancestor Qianto knew that he was doomed and roared in a blink of an eye:

"Zhao Ze! You're not coming out yet? He won't be able to last long with his serious injury!"

Apprentice Fan Chenglin also stepped back, looking for Zhao Ze's figure. Although Zhao Ze is not good at killing, he has domesticated a few spirit beasts, and his combat power is still there~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Come out at this time, maybe Can also escape.

With the desperate cry of Qianto's ancestor, there was a movement in the dense woods, but it was not Zhao Ze.

buzzing-

Intensive noise came, as if locusts all over the sky were crossing the border, covering the sky and the sun, pressing down from the forest.

Zuo Lingquan frowned, realizing that something was wrong, and immediately rushed to the ancestor Qianto and Fan Chenglin.

When Fan Chenglin heard the sound, his already pale complexion turned a little paler:

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

Ancestor Qianto naturally heard what it was, and cursed with blood red eyes:

"Zhao Ze, you have to die! Even if this old man turns into a ghost, he..."

pfft—

A sword and owl head!

Zuo Lingquan moved as fast as a thunderbolt. After killing the ancestor Qianto who had no more energy, he stabbed Fan Chenglin, who was at the sixth level of Qi Refining, with a backhand sword.

And among the dense forests, the black bee colony also appeared, looking like a black cloud from a distance.

No matter how high Zuo Lingquan's swordsmanship was, he couldn't slash locusts with his sword. He ran up to Wang Rui and said anxiously:

"How to deal with man-eating bees?"

"Man-eating bees are poisonous, the rain is too heavy to make a fire, so hide in the water and wait for the swarm to pass by..."

Wang Rui was shocked by the mighty bee colony and plunged into the pond.

Zuo Lingquan had almost no true energy in his body, and his flesh was not invulnerable. Seeing the swarm of bees rushing towards him, he immediately jumped into the pool.

puff-

The next moment, the black cloud formed by the bee colony covered it from above...

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15,000 words, this counts as the seventh update~

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

(15/328+)