"Sword Chi, save me!"
The sword-wielding monk hurriedly called for help.
However, he couldn't get close to the sword-wielding man at all. A white light flashed in front of him, and a white shadow blocked his retreat and punched him.
The sword-wielding monk was so angry that he had no choice but to retreat!
If he is caught close by, he will inevitably follow in the footsteps of his companions.
Boom!
Behind him, all the talismans he threw exploded.
The sword-wielding monk was overjoyed.
He didn't bring many talismans, but he had more than twenty, which was enough for Ling Xiao to have a good drink!
But as soon as he smiled, he suddenly found that there was another person in front of him.
Ling Xiao appeared out of thin air, completely unscathed, with a playful look under his rabbit mask.
"Isn't it a waste if you use the talisman like this?" Ling Xiao sighed.
The talisman thrown by the sword master not only failed to fully activate its power, but also was not locked, and its accuracy was terrible.
Part of it was annihilated by Ling Xiao's strong wind and frost, and the rest was easily avoided by Ling Xiao with his Jingzhe Step.
It's a pity that there are so many talismans. It would be great if they were given to me.
After feeling regretful, Ling Xiao's eyes flashed with anger: "You deserve to die!"
He flicked his sleeves.
Fire snakes, ice picks, and golden arrows shot out, one after another, hitting the broadsword cultivator head and face. At the same time, the white figure moved quickly, and cooperated with the talismans to drown the figure of the broadsword cultivator.
Facing an opponent who had lost his will to fight, Ling Xiao followed the principle of "save what you can" and did not use the inherited talismans.
Less than a minute.
The broadsword monk let out his last scream before he died. His body fell high into the sky and fell to the grassland with broken muscles and fractures.
The wind in the air blew quietly, blowing away the residual power of blood and magic.
He turned around.
The sword-wielding man named "Sword Chi" also looked at Ling Xiao with a gloomy gaze.
In front of him, the disciples of Qitianling were seriously injured and bleeding. They were struggling to hold on with the help of a protective shield, but they had lost their combat effectiveness.
"You have to pay for this!" the sword-wielding man said solemnly.
The death of his two companions completely aroused his anger and resentment!
"oh."
Ling Xiao responded, raised his hand, and took Bai Ying back.
This move seems to be saying that I don't need a clone to deal with you.
Jian Chi laughed angrily: "You are too arrogant!"
"oh……"
Ling Xiao touched his nose and smiled bitterly.
What a misunderstanding.
The reason why he recalled the clone was purely because his magic power could no longer hold on.
While he was thinking, a warning sign suddenly appeared on his tomb!
The sword idiot came closer in an instant, holding a sharp sword in his hand, and struck at the head!
Looking at this sword light, Ling Xiao's expression changed slightly. Fortunately, his talisman was ready at any time, and he raised his hand to summon an ice shield in front of him.
boom!
The ice shield was broken into two pieces, and the sword continued to cut down!
"Fu Xiu, without the talisman, it's just useless!" Jian Chi smiled grimly.
The shock in Ling Xiao's heart was quite big.
This swordsman is actually an extremely rare practitioner of both physical and mental skills!
While cultivating his magic power, he also practiced physical training!
As expected of a famous monk in Lingqiong Kingdom, Jian Chi’s strength can be said to be the strongest among all the enemies Ling Xiao has encountered in the past!
but……
Delivering it to your door is such a good thing?
Ling Xiao didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Facing the incoming sword light, he shook his wrist without hesitation.
Just hearing the sound of "dang", the sword edge deflected inexplicably in front of the palm wind.
"What?!"
The huge force came, and the sword maniac's tiger's mouth shook violently. The long sword almost fell off, and he couldn't help but exclaimed, and his face turned as pale as earth in an instant!
Splitting the air palm?
Isn't this... a martial skill that can only be mastered by high-level physical practitioners in Qi refining?
He...isn't a Fu cultivator? !
Jian Chi was so frightened that he suddenly thought of an extremely terrifying possibility and hurriedly flew back!
"Where to go?"
Ling Xiao smiled teasingly, stepped forward with his feet, detached his body from the magic weapon under his feet, stepped into the air with nothingness, and chased him out like a gangrene attached to his bones.
The splitting air palm just now was just a test.
As a result, he was disappointed.
Although Jian Chi cultivates both physical and mental skills, his physical training is far inferior to his magic training, and he is only at the seventh level of Qi refining.
The physical training gap between the two sides is too big.
The explosive power of Jingzhe Step will never disappoint Ling Xiao. He approached Jian Chi with lightning speed and punched him out.
Jian Chi's face turned pale as he felt the power of his fist, which made him even more convinced of his guess.
Ling Xiao is a body-forging monk!
Moreover, he is a body training monk at the ninth level of Qi refining!
In a hurry, he reluctantly summoned a shield and blocked it in front of him.
If you cast the spell in a hurry, you will not be able to use the full power of the shield, and the shield will fly away at a touch.
Without turning, a flash of sword light flashed in the dark night, and Jian Chi's body-protecting aura was as fragile as paper.
"You...wuwuwu..."
Jian Chi's cry stopped abruptly.
Blade, broken throat.
He stared at Ling Xiao, his eyes filled with unwillingness, despair, and resentment, and then he tilted his head and fell down.
Alas!
The most powerful swordsman among the three demons of Ling Qiong, a rare master of both physical and mental skills, he was the one who died the fastest under Ling Xiao's hands.
Ling Xiao was also dumbfounded.
This guy had preconceived notions that he was a simple talisman cultivator, and wanted to use the power of physical training to fight at close quarters.
I can only say that the idea is beautiful, but the reality is cruel.
…
Apart from the sound of wind, there is no other sound between heaven and earth.
The disciples of Qitianling removed the defensive shield and looked at Ling Xiao, with fear in their eyes besides fear.
The famous Three Evils of Ling Qiong were actually killed by this man wearing a rabbit mask single-handedly? !
He almost fainted.
In the past, he would never have dared to imagine this scene, even in his dreams, it was not so outrageous!
Before he could faint, he heard a whistle.
The disciples of Qitianling were startled and quickly came to their senses. After hesitating for a moment, they hurriedly flew to Ling Xiao and bowed to the ground: "Thank you brother for saving my life! No, no, no, thank you! Thank you!"
He was uneasy and his tone became more humble.
After all, we are facing an existence that can kill the three evil spirits of Ling Qiong!
Is this person really a Qi Refining monk?
It's too strong!
Ling Xiao pointed downwards, the meaning was obvious, and then he took the lead in landing to escape the light.
The Qitianling disciples secretly complained.
Of course he wanted to run away quickly, but facing such a "benefactor" with unfathomable strength, he didn't even have a hint of resistance. He could only do whatever the other party said.
The two landed below, and the Blue Water Golden Front Formation opened a gap, allowing them to enter.
Ling Xiao glanced at Wei Xiang.
Wei Xiang didn't need him to say anything. He immediately lowered his head and hurried out of the bunker to pick up the storage bag of Ling Qiong Sansha.
Inside the bunker, the atmosphere was extremely solemn.
Liu Junhuan huddled in the corner, his eyes were horrifying and complicated, and he remained silent.
Wei Xiang came to her side and lowered his head.
Even the Silver Lime Tree and the Iron Spear Flower were stunned by the outcome of the battle and remained silent.
The one who felt even more uncomfortable was the Qitianling disciple. He couldn't stand or sit. He was hesitant about where to put his hands. He could only look at Ling Xiao like a pleading, hoping that the other party would say something first.
Unfortunately, Ling Xiao ignored him and poured a sip of spirit wine into his mouth, then checked the storage bags of Ling Qiong Sansha one by one.
Judging from his cheerful smile, it was obvious that the contents of the storage bag were to his liking.
After the inspection, Ling Xiao put down his storage bag, looked at the Qitianling disciples, and said with a smile: "Friend, haven't you asked me for advice yet?"
As soon as the disciple of Qitianling woke up, he said hurriedly: "I don't dare, I am the disciple of Qitianling, Wang Geng."
For some reason, Wang Geng had a vague feeling when he saw Ling Xiao's smiling eyes.
Ling Xiao chuckled, shook his head and said, "It turns out to be Brother Wang! You said earlier that you would be rewarded generously for saving your life, right?"
