Monks all over the world are divided into nine levels.
Daomen is no exception.
The ninth level of the Dao Sect is the Qi Refining Realm, the eighth level is the Opening Mirror, and the seventh level is the Bigu Realm.
The combat power of a seventh-level bigu monk is equal to that of a seventh-level god-refining warrior, and on par with the seventh-level tiger demon Pingshan Lord.
The old guard of Princess Lingyun was only an eighth-grade consecrated mirror, which was much weaker than the seventh-grade Bigu Realm monk.
Yun Que had just fought a fierce battle with the seventh-level tiger demon, and now that he encountered a powerful enemy again, Mu Qingyao couldn't help but feel excited.
Facing the Ice and Snow Flying Sword, Yun Que's response was extremely simple.
Cut with the knife!
Click! ! !
The long sword and the ice sword came into a head-to-head confrontation.
The ice sword paused for a moment, dense cracks appeared on the sword, and then it broke apart.
Even though he blocked the sword, Yun Que was blown away by the terrifying power carried by the sword, breaking two big trees before stopping.
The hunchbacked Zuo Bai let out a high-pitched laugh, pinched the sword in his hand and said:
"A little eighth-grade warrior dares to block my ice sword. I really don't know how high the sky is. Go ahead."
A de-word export,
A silver long sword emerged from the shattered ice sword, with an undulating sheen like water ripples on the sword.
This long sword was not sharp, but the aura on it was extremely powerful. It struck Yun Que like lightning, dragging out a trail of frost and snow!
"It's a magic weapon! Be careful!"
Mu Qingyao breathed out.
The ice layer is just a condensed appearance. The real sword body is a genuine magical weapon.
The existence of magical instruments is the greatest help for practitioners. It can be called the second life.
Magical weapons are made from various kinds of heavenly materials and earthly treasures, and have different strange powers. Most practitioners use the breath of their own bodies to nourish them, making them more powerful. Even if they are damaged, they can slowly recover under the nourishment of the master. recover.
All major cultivation systems in the world can use magic weapons, and martial arts can do the same.
But the martial artist can only use the magic weapon purely with the power of his body. If it is chopped, it will be completely useless and cannot be repaired. It cannot be driven through the air like other systems, and the maximum power of the magic weapon cannot be exerted.
This is also one of the reasons why warriors are despised by other practitioners.
No matter how good the magical weapon is, in the hands of a martial artist, it is no different from a kitchen knife.
Zuo Bai's ice sword was so fast that it even surpassed Lord Pingshan. It was like a tarsal maggot, specifically attacking Yun Que's throat, heart, and other vital points.
If there is a slight mistake, you will die on the spot.
Yun Que could only choose defense.
After blocking several flying swords with his long sword, Yun Que was knocked away by the power of the magic weapon again.
This time, before landing, the ice sword rose into the air and pierced Yun Que's heart from top to bottom.
"Death, nobody."
Zuo Bai snorted coldly, and the sword technique in his hand suddenly changed.
The ice sword spun in mid-air, like a top, and actually stirred up a small wind.
This sword was a full blow from a seventh-grade Bigu Realm monk!
Facing the slashing ice sword, Yun Que not only did not panic, but instead raised a strange smile at the corner of his mouth.
Deep in the left eye, a little blood rippled!
Yun Que once again used his power to fight Pingshan Jun!
When the left eye turned blood red, the bloody vertical pupils on the blade appeared at the same time.
boom! ! !
The tip of the spinning ice sword hit the vertical pupil on the blade.
A layer of air waves exploded on the spot, shaking the leaves all over the ground, and the strong wind scattered them in all directions.
The hunchbacked Zuo Bai suddenly frowned.
Fallen leaves all over the sky blocked his sight, and he couldn't see Yun Que's figure.
But the magic weapon was connected to his mind, and he could clearly feel the blow just now, but it failed to kill the opponent.
Zuo Bai was a little shocked.
He is a seventh-grade Bigu Realm monk!
Even a seventh-level warrior could hardly block the blow just now, and an eighth-level warrior would definitely die under the sword.
But the other party didn't die!
Zuo Bai's initial shock soon turned into greater horror.
In front of him, a red light burst out from the fallen leaves!
That's a knife.
A bloody long knife!
"Your sword is good, it's my turn!"
Yun Que's voice was as cold as frost, and his scarlet left eye flashed with endless evil energy.
He had been waiting for this knife for a long time.
Just take advantage of the moment of negligence after the opponent exerts all his strength!
If the distance is too far, the martial artist will not gain the slightest benefit from the monks of any system, who can control the magic weapon from a distance.
But once he gets close, any monk in the world will realize the terror of the warrior!
The long knife pierced the air and whistled like a demon!
The moment Zuo Bai saw the light of the sword, he immediately responded and threw out a talisman as quickly as possible.
As the talisman flew out, golden light erupted, and it was covered with dense runes.
"Shield Talisman!"
As Zuo Bai Leng drank, the talisman in front of him melted, instantly forming a steel wall as high as a person in front of him, three inches thick, like a huge shield.
This shield talisman appeared at the perfect time, just in front of the sword light, protecting Zuo Bai.
The shield talisman is extremely valuable, with a piece costing at least a thousand taels. It is a defensive talisman and can be used to save your life.
The heavy shield took shape, and the surprise in Zuo Bai's eyes dissipated.
This shield talisman is enough to block a full blow from a seventh-level warrior. As long as his ice sword is turned back to defense, he can gain the upper hand.
Zuo Bai responded very quickly, but he underestimated the power of Yun Que's sword.
Click! ! !
A piece of blood shines through the thick armor.
Half of the blade broke through the heavy shield, and the blade was less than half a foot away from Zuo Bai.
Zuo Bai's expression suddenly changed and he took a few steps back.
If he had stood one step forward just now, his heart would have been ripped open by now.
What shocked Zuo Bai the most was that there was a bloody vertical pupil on the half of the sword, staring at him like a monster.
"Demon Sword!"
As a monk in the Bigu realm, Zuo Bai has a very strong sense of perception. He can feel the frightening and majestic demonic energy in the knife!
The heavy shield was torn into pieces, turning into nothingness as it shattered.
Yun Que's figure arrived in an instant, and as he turned, the blood-colored long knife drew a circle of circular light.
This sword is so fast that no one can dodge it except for warriors of the same level.
Zuo Bai's Ice Sword was already on its way back, but it was too late.
'Dawwu struck first, but was sent away late. '
At this moment, Zuo Bai realized the meaning of this ironic proverb.
If a martial artist strikes first, the impact on the battle situation may not be too great. He may win or lose.
But if you are too late, you will definitely be taken away by a martial artist.
"Right black!"
Zuo Bai couldn't avoid it, so he yelled.
At the same time, the shadow under Zuo Bai's feet suddenly squirmed, condensing into a black shadow.
Sombra is a giant axe!
The giant ax struck out against the long knife, making a muffled sound.
The sword light was repelled, and an obvious gap appeared on the giant axe.
Yun Que was knocked back more than ten feet by a huge force before he could stand firm on his feet.
Look up.
There was another person beside Zuo Bai.
This man was short in stature, but extremely stocky. He wore a black robe and held a giant ax taller than himself in his strong arms.
"Seventh grade warrior."
Yun Que whispered secretly.
Judging from the opponent's strength, it can be estimated that the short and strong man is a seventh-level God Refining Realm master!
The guy named Youhei laughed hoarsely:
"Old Zuo, your sword is not good either. You have to practice hard in the future. If you can't even kill a small eighth-level martial artist, you have to let me take action."
"Stop talking nonsense, there is something weird about this kid. He is not an ordinary eighth-grade martial artist. Let's work together to kill him!" Zuo Bai said coldly, hanging the ice sword in front of him.
"Shit is weird, just because he has a good knife. I have seen this kind of person a lot. As long as there is no knife, he is just a piece of meat on the chopping board, and we can slaughter him!" You Heiwei laughed.
Facing two seventh-grade masters, Yun Que was not afraid at all, but the fatigue on his face could not be concealed.
Mu Qingyao's beautiful eyebrows were tightly knitted.
If it was a seventh-level enemy, she believed that Yun Que was capable of dealing with it.
But once two people appear, Mu Qingyao doesn't think Yun Que has any hope of winning. If they continue to fight, there will be only death!
"Yun Que..."
Just as Mu Qingyao's call came out, the two Red Lotus Sect protectors Zuo Bai and You Hei took action.
A huge force burst out from the right foot, and the whole person flew out like a cannonball, and the giant ax in his hand struck down like a mountain.
Zuo Bai's ice sword was faster and flew behind Yun Que first, blocking the retreat.
The two Red Lotus Sect protectors had no intention of letting Yun Que go, and used all their strength to attack.
In another fierce battle, Yun Que was completely at a disadvantage.
A seventh-grade God Refining Realm warrior plus a seventh-grade Bigu Realm monk combined, no eighth-grade monk can resist it.
Yun Que only had one sword, but he had to face two opponents at a level beyond his own at the same time. Even though he tried his best to resist, he was still swept away by You Hei's giant ax, and his whole body flew out like a kite with its string broken.
Zuo Bai sneered when he saw this, and the ice sword went straight to Yun Que's neck and slashed it off.
In order to block this fatal blow, Yun Que swung the long knife with all his strength.
In the clash of gold and iron, the ice sword was shaken open.
The bloody long knife also fell away.
Click!
The blade of the knife was stuck in the ground far away, leaving only the handle.
As Yun Que's body fell to the ground, Mu Qingyao's heart sank to the bottom.
Today she, Princess Lingyun, is doomed.
Yun Que struggled to get up and wanted to get the knife, but he was met with a series of chops from You Hei. The giant ax cut in succession, and chopped out a shadow of the axe.
Yun Que could only rely on his physical strength to move and dodge.
Every time he dodges, he is almost close to the giant ax that cuts down. It is dangerous and dangerous, making Mu Qingyao fearful.
"Without a knife, how can a little ant like you make waves! Die!"
The giant ax on the right is getting faster and faster, making a roaring sound.
Despite his short stature, he has a very strong physique. The huge ax weighing several thousand kilograms is like a toy in his hand.
Mu Qingyao has already seen the outcome of this fierce battle.
The little princess is very aware of the huge gap between seventh-level warriors and eighth-level warriors.
A seventh-level god-refining realm warrior specializes in tempering the soul and merging qi and blood with the soul to open up the eight meridians and open the Dantian, which can release Qi externally and have endless power.
The warriors of the God Refining Realm have strong endurance in fighting, which is the key that the eighth-level warriors lack.
Even though Yun Que could use power close to that of a seventh-grade warrior, his physical strength was far inferior to that of a seventh-grade warrior. Especially without his long sword, his combat power dropped sharply.
Mu Qingyao couldn't see any hope.
The outcome of this fight to the death was determined from the beginning.
Bang! !
boom! !
You Hei's kick from above knocked Yun Que to the ground, creating a large crater half a foot deep.
Zuo Bai stood by the pit, glanced at the young man in black who was having trouble getting up, and sneered:
"You're quite durable, boy. You won't survive tonight!"
The ice sword flashed with cold light and was aimed at the young man in the pit.
"stop!"
Mu Qingyao suddenly shouted coldly: "I'll just go with you, let him go."
"It's not up to you." Zuo Bai said coldly.
Uh-huh!
Mu Qingyao placed a dagger hidden in her sleeve across her neck and said, "Your leader should want Princess Lingyun alive. If you don't let him go, I will commit suicide immediately."
The expression on Zuo Bai's long, bloodless face turned ferocious for a moment, then returned to normal in an instant, and said with a smile:
"In that case, let's give the princess some face. Just spare his life for this unknown person. Your Highness, please."
Zuo Bai bowed slightly and made an invitation gesture towards the red sedan. At the same time, he winked at You Hei and signaled his companions to kill Yun Que.
Youhei understood and laughed silently.
Mu Qingyao took one last look at Yun Que in the big pit and walked towards the sedan.
This is the last effort she can make to fight for a glimmer of life for Yun Que.
Just when the little princess was about to get into the sedan chair, a hoarse, weak, but stubborn and unyielding voice came from behind.
"I have a name, my name is Yun Que..."
White on the left, black on the right, Mu Qingyao all turned around.
In the sight of several people, a hand covered in blood stretched out from the edge of the pit!
Behind that hand was a pair of extremely cold blood-colored eyes!
"Those who are short of money are short of money!"
Yun Que crawled out slowly, his eyes turned completely blood-colored, and the void behind him was trembling slightly, as if being torn apart by some strange force, twisting into a vertical pupil that no one could see!
