"Um?"
The man frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about what Qingyun wanted to do. He saw the young master lying on his back, and shot out three nine-curved sword lights from the tip of the hidden-edge sword!
The man paused for a moment, holding up the sword flower with his dazzling spiritual blade, and easily separated the three sword beams with ease.
Just when he was about to take action again, Qingyun, who was lying on his back, put his left hand on the ground, and then suddenly exerted force towards the forest behind him with both feet!
Hearing a boom, the huge tree that was as thick as two people's arms was trampled to pieces by his foot. Qingyun also used this strength to spin and stab, aiming directly at the middle-aged man's chest!
It was too late, but it was too fast. Flying in mid-air, hiding his weak point, Qingyun narrowly dodged several sword rays again. At the same time, the nine-curved sword light shot out frequently, and went around behind the man in the blink of an eye.
Attack from both front and back!
"good."
At this time, the middle-aged man's face did not show the slightest panic. Instead, he praised Qingyun's quick wit and then said:
"You can use the body protection spirit shield at the first level of the Yuan Hua Realm. It's very good, but you have it and I have it too."
With a bang, a verdict was made!
Qingyun's Nine-curved Sword Qi was like a mud cow entering the sea. After it hit the opponent's body-protecting spirit shield, it made a slight sound and immediately dissipated invisible. However, he himself was trapped by the opponent at such a close distance. Inside.
"Have the opportunity!"
The opening of the protective spirit shield seemed to cause a slight lag in the opponent's movements. The young master made a prompt decision and accelerated the movement of his spiritual power again. The air waves were churning and he was about to stab the opponent's chest!
"You are eager for quick success."
The man's twitching face seemed to slowly relax as the two fought, and a faint smile could be seen.
Seeing that his body was motionless, the protective spiritual shield suddenly dispersed. The strong spiritual pressure that dispersed in an instant forced Qingyun to fall in the air, and inexplicably lost the opportunity.
"No, such a proficient way of using spiritual power should have a cultivation level in the middle stage of the Yuanhua Realm!"
After glancing at the blood marks on his arms, he stood still and felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
He himself is only at the first level of the Yuan Hua Realm. His spiritual power may be deep enough, but his transformation and proficiency are obviously impossible to compare with other Yuan Hua Realm powerhouses.
"I've been fighting for a long time. Is this just to test my cultivation?"
Taking a deep breath, Qingyun asked calmly.
However, the man still did not answer, and still seemed to be talking to himself:
"The power of swordsmanship is very limited. What's going on?"
"snort."
Qingyun snorted noncommittally at the middle-aged man's ridicule.
But surprisingly, the change in Xiaoye's mood made the other party nod.
"What a pity, what's your name?"
"You old thief is so rude, why should I tell you?"
For some reason, Qingyun didn't like the other party's arrogant attitude, and the more he looked at him, the more angry he became.
"Huh? What did you call me?"
"Of course I'm calling you an old thief! What? Isn't it okay? You're not ashamed to bully a young man like me at your age!"
"snort!"
After hearing Qingyun's words, the middle-aged man was so angry that he puffed his beard and stared, but he had no intention of punishing him.
But as the young master looked up and down, his pupils suddenly shrank and he exclaimed:
"Where did you get that bell?!"
The man was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the light bell beside his waist. A slight strangeness flashed in his eyes. After taking it off, he shook his head and said:
"This? I met a half-demon here a few days ago. This is naturally a trophy."
"What! You killed Alian!"
Hearing this, Qingyun's eyes were about to burst. He had just left some news for Alian, but he didn't expect that it was just empty words separated by yin and yang!
But what he didn't see was that a glimmer of light flashed in the man's hand before he took off the bell. When he handed it to Qingyun to show off, he had already dropped it.
Looking at the familiar word "Lotus" on the bell, the evil spirit around Qingyun suddenly exploded, making the man's brows condense suddenly!
"How come you have such strong karma?"
Just as the hidden front touched the ground, blood and tears flowed down, Qingyun could no longer hear any words in his ears, and there were no more thoughts in his heart, except for one word:
"kill!"
The evil spirit in the red eyes was like condensed substance, making Qingyun's whole body feel as if it was lit by karma fire, burning himself and annihilating everything.
"Possessed?"
The man did not expect that a small bell would cause earth-shaking changes in this boy, because he did not know that Qingyun had already lost everything he could lose.
Even if he encounters any separation now, it may become the last root before his collapse.
"I want your life!"
Fortunately, Zang Feng made a low sword cry at the right time, and the karma surging all over his body was gradually absorbed by the ancient sword along the palm of his hand, which also restored Qingyun's consciousness to clarity.
Without saying a word, the young man held the sword and pounced on the frowning middle-aged man.
"You can actually become stronger?"
Seeing Qingyun suddenly wake up, the man was surprised, and his aura also rose again!
"Late Yuanhua Realm! He is actually a monk in the late Yuanhua Realm!"
The young master was also secretly frightened, but he wanted to avenge Alian no matter what, and at the worst, he would take back her relics!
"The sword is like a dragon playing in the bush, who can be free and happy?"
The free sword of the fantasy swords of the heavens!
"This... what kind of swordsmanship is this? Is it... the breath of ancient times?"
Seeing Qingyun's figure still far away one moment, and the next moment a blurry afterimage appeared in front of him, the man's face showed a little solemnity for the first time, and there was also a trace of joy that was difficult to detect by others. .
But he did not dodge, and he did not even open the protective spiritual shield. He transformed the spiritual blade into his hand again, and seemed to block Qingyun's fierce slashing effortlessly.
"Huh?"
As he let out a soft sigh, as soon as he finished speaking, the man moved sideways and once again avoided Qingyun's sword from behind!
"The speed is good."
When the voice fell again, he turned around and whipped his legs, and kicked away Qingyun who had unexpectedly rushed in front of him!
"Pfft~"
Blood spurted out, and Qingyun fell heavily to the ground, as if he had suffered serious internal injuries.
It's a pity that once he enters this state of killing, just like Yao Pofeng who possessed extraordinary powers, he will only become braver and braver!
What's more, the immortal true spirit circulates around the sky, and minor injuries can be recovered in an instant!
"Spiritual power, speed, and even qi and blood have become stronger again, which is interesting."
Seeing this, the middle-aged man chuckled, and the aura in his body immediately surged again. The spiritual pressure like a furious wave even made Qingyun unable to stand for a time. The fear from his soul instantly made him fall into the abyss!
"Concentration realm! High-level monk!"
For example, Yuan Anchu, Goddess Qiu Shui, and even the later Immortal Shang Shanling, although their strength is strong, this strength has exceeded the limit that low-level monks can imagine.
So once he heard about or met him, the fear was not as strong as in the Concentrating Soul Realm or the Wind Control Realm. Even when the man in black from the Thirty-three Realms wanted to suddenly appear, he didn't feel this way.
To put it bluntly, once the level and realm are too far apart, you may not be qualified to feel it.
In fact, Qingyun, a monk in the Concentration Realm, only met once, and that was Chen Ping who was with Zhuo Bufan in Yaoguang City!
He still remembers the frustration of being unable to resist, and the feeling given to him by the middle-aged monk in front of him now is exactly the same as Chen Ping at that time!
"Based on what you said earlier, old thief, if you take my sword today, if you don't die, I will give you back the wind chime."
Although the spiritual power surged wildly, the man's three long beards did not flutter in the wind. He smiled softly and calmly transmitted his message to Qingyun's spiritual consciousness.
And he didn't leave Qingyun any chance to think or escape. He raised his sword and lowered his hand. A lilac sword light cut through the sky and swept towards Qingyun.
"The sword is like riding on the wind, and it can be used in one move!"
In fact, Qingyun really didn't have any chance to think or escape. The middle-aged monk's blow seemed ordinary, but in fact it already contained the spiritual power of his own soul, making it impossible for him to hide.
"Strange, the charm of this sword light seems a bit familiar?"
For some reason, I suddenly had a strange intuition. Why does this purple sword light look so familiar?
But he didn't have time to think too much. The two wind-riding swords swung out in succession drained all the spiritual energy from his body, just to resist the opponent's random sword.
"Mader, I'll just leave it to fate. If I really don't die, I hope this old guy can keep his promise."
As the purple light became more and more dazzling, Qingyun gradually closed his eyes due to the loss of strength, smiled bitterly and sat there waiting to die.
"That's not right, how did he know this is called a wind chime..."
Squinting his eyes, the starry sky came into view.
"Thirty-three Realms, how did I return to the Thirty-Three Realms?"
"Boy, it's night time."
A deep but fair male voice came into Qingyun's ears, making him shudder and sit up.
"You! I'm not dead yet!"
I saw the square-faced middle-aged man sitting in front of a bonfire during the day, quietly staring at the strong flames.
The young master looked around quietly and found that his body was completely unscathed. He couldn't help but take a deep breath. Then he stared at the man with a wary face and said in a deep voice:
"Old... senior, thank you for your mercy."
"Are you willing to call me senior now?"
The middle-aged man smiled and turned around.
For some reason, the firelight illuminated the other person's face, making his originally relatively young appearance look unusually old.
"If I call you an old thief again, why don't you beat me to death?"
The young master cursed secretly in his heart.
As soon as he fell asleep, all the bloody karma around his body faded away, and Qingyun's mind returned to his senses. After getting up, he quickly hugged the middle-aged man and his attitude became much more sincere.
Because he knew that since the other party could call out He Fengling's name, he must not have killed Alian.
"Senior, please return the wind chime to me."
"this is yours?"
Although Qingyun didn't know how he survived the middle-aged man's sword in the end, the other man seemed to keep his promise and threw the wind chime to him as he spoke.
