Poof! "
Jian Yinghao gently pulled out his long sword, and the seventh-level monster beast Earth Breaker fell down. He took two steps forward, picked off the Qianmanlan from the grass, and said calmly: "It's been a month, and there's still no news from Brother Cheng and the others. It's a pity that I don't know how to make alchemy. Otherwise, I might be able to advance to the combined state with the herbs I collected before. It’s complete.”
He was very lucky and was transported to a medicine garden, which contained many herbs that were more than five hundred years old. What's even more rare is that he also received the inheritance from a certain alchemy king. Unfortunately, he didn't understand the art of alchemy, so he could only keep it temporarily and hand it over to Cheng Ling or Xiyan when he saw them.
In one month, he gained a lot, and all the herbs in the medicine garden were plundered. After leaving the medicine garden, we walked all the way deep into the dense forest for more than twenty days. Along the way, I killed monsters and collected herbs, but I didn't meet a single monk.
He didn't know how big this dense forest was, so he just headed deeper. As I walked, I smelled a strong fragrance, which lifted my spirits. There must be treasures ahead of me.
Following the direction of the scent, I gradually discovered that many monks were rushing over, presumably attracted by the scent. He didn't care, as long as the other party didn't provoke him in advance, there was no need to create more grudges.
The speed of moving forward is getting faster and faster, and more and more monks are gathering around. More than an hour later, many monks were seen in front of them, fighting fiercely around a dozen red flame tigers. Behind the red flame tigers was a huge ancient tree.
Ten crystal clear fruits hang on the ancient tree, which are the source of the fragrance.
"Holy Light Fruit! I didn't expect that there is such a treasure. I'm so lucky. I must find a way to get it."
"What, you said that's the Holy Light Fruit? It can provide a lot of spiritual power of heaven and earth, and eating one fruit can elevate you to a small level?"
"Yes, depending on the year, it is at least a thousand years old. It is almost mature. The energy contained in it is very huge. As long as I grab one, maybe I can directly advance to the tribulation stage."
"Then what are you waiting for? Hurry up and grab it!"
"Why are you so anxious? I haven't seen so many monks ahead. Besides, those red flame tigers guarding the side are not fuel-efficient lamps. Judging from their aura, they are at least eighth-level monsters, comparable to the human beings in the tribulation period, but for some reason they are still alive. Not taking shape."
"What's so strange about this? Not every monster can transform. Some monsters may not be able to transform when they reach the realm of monster kings. However, their wisdom will be greatly improved, and they will be no different from humans!"
"Looking at the situation ahead, it's not easy to snatch the Holy Light Fruit!"
"Yes, I know among them are the monks from Canglang Academy, as well as those from the Nangong Family and Goshawk Castle. How could they let us interfere!"
As soon as he finished speaking, among the wave of monks who were attacking with all their might around the Red Flame Tiger, one of the monks who had completed their integration shouted coldly: "This place is already owned by three of our families. Anyone who has nothing to do with it should leave as soon as possible, otherwise don't blame us for being ruthless!"
The faces of the monks who came later changed greatly. They wanted to step forward to snatch it, but because of the strength of the three parties, they hesitated and just stood there and did not leave.
The monk's eyes turned cold and he shouted in a cold voice: "If you don't leave, I'll leave your bodies behind!"
"Why, the treasure has the power to live in it? Although you three parties are powerful, are we monks afraid?"
One of the monks shouted loudly, hoping to arouse everyone's hatred and hatred.
But as soon as he finished speaking,
The monk's murderous intention flashed, and he came to the shouting monk in an instant, and slapped him on the chest with a solid palm.
"Crack!"
The latter's muscles and bones were shattered and turned into powder, and a stream of soul spilled out, preparing to escape. A palm seemed to have been waiting there for a long time, grabbing the overflowing soul and crushing it to pieces!
What a fast speed, what a ruthless method!
The monks were as silent as cicadas! Fearful in his heart, he unconsciously took a few steps back.
The monk shouted coldly: "Get out of here within ten breaths. If you stay here again, I will kill them all!"
The monks were horrified and looked at the Holy Light Fruit on the crown of the tree with nostalgia. They had no choice but to leave one by one. Although the treasure is good, it must be enjoyed with life!
After a while, those monks left completely, and there were only six Red Flame Tigers left beside the Shuangguang Fruit Tree, still resisting stubbornly.
The monk glanced around and saw Jian Yinghao standing quietly ten feet away. His face darkened and he said coldly: "Didn't you hear what I said?"
Jian Yinghao said calmly: "I heard it, it's just that I want to get the Holy Light Fruit above!"
"Okay! Okay! Okay! Then you can die!"
The monk snorted coldly, raised his right palm, and a fierce palm wind carried the general trend of the world and bombarded towards Jian Yinghao.
Jian Yinghao swung his long sword and drew two sword lights, shattering the incoming palm wind. The monk's face darkened and he said, "Your Excellency is so skilled, but I don't know where he comes from?"
"He is a sword hero from the Famous Sword Academy. His sword skills are extremely strong. Fellow Daoist Wu, be careful." A disciple from Canglang Academy saw him and said loudly.
"Famous Sword Academy? Hehe~~ As long as he is not from the nine major forces and has superb swordsmanship, it doesn't matter. Leave half of the people dragging the Red Flame Tiger, and the rest come with me and kill him!"
When everyone shouted, six monks came towards Jian Yinghao to kill him. The remaining seven monks still entangled the Red Flame Tiger tightly.
The sword hero was not afraid, the sword in his hand shone with dazzling light, and he faced him head on.
The two parties in the field, one with a large number of people and the other with superb swordsmanship, soon fought together. Jian Yinghao used his body skills to dodge in the circle of seven people, and occasionally struck back with a sword, causing the opponent to retreat continuously.
He wanted to find out the opponent's strength first. He did not attack with all his strength at the beginning, but just observed the fighting styles of the seven people. After a while, I felt certain in my heart. Among the seven, only Wu Daoyou, Wei, is stronger. Although the remaining six have reached the perfect level of cultivation, their combat power is far behind.
It's just that he doesn't want to end the battle prematurely now. The remaining seven people are still dragging Chi Yanhu. If he kills a few people on his side, he may attract those people over. It's not that he's afraid that his two fists won't be able to defeat his four-handed opponent, but if someone helps him deal with the monsters, why not?
His movements flashed, and the sword in his hand was as fast as the wind, but he was entangled with them.
The monk surnamed Wu screamed in his heart that something was wrong. He didn't expect that the swordsman's swordsmanship was so superb that even the combined strength of seven people could not take him down. He glanced at the Red Flame Tigers guarding under the Holy Light Tree from the corner of his eyes, and there were only two left. He calmed down, thinking that after taking care of the Red Flame Tigers, they could work together to kill Jian Yinghao!
It's a pity that he was very good at calculating. The scent of the Holy Light Fruit still dispersed. Those monks had been scared away by him before, but some monks did not believe in this evil and ran towards the direction where the scent dispersed.
The monk surnamed Wu was very anxious, and if he postponed it any longer, he came over
There will only be more and more monks, and when young talents from the nine major forces are attracted, it will be very bad.
He was about to call the remaining seven people to quickly kill the Red Flame Tiger so that they could come and help. A pleasant voice came into my ears.
"Hey, it turns out to be the Holy Light Fruit. I'm so lucky!"
The face of the monk surnamed Wu changed greatly. The person who came was dressed in red and had an extremely beautiful appearance. He was none other than Feng Yanran of the Feng Yan Sect, one of the ten most beautiful women in the world.
She glanced at the situation in front of her and looked at the sword hero in the fierce battle with curiosity, and said: "I recognize you, aren't you Cheng Ling's friend? You have to fight just a few people with nothing but wine and rice bags." So long?"
Jian Yinghao laughed and said: "There are people helping to deal with the Red Flame Tiger, so why should I waste my efforts? Now that the girl is here, there is no need to delay it any longer."
After saying that, the speed of the long sword in his hand suddenly increased, and he thrust out four swords. Immediately, four monks were stabbed between the eyebrows and died under his sword. Even the soul had no time to escape. After fighting for a long time, I have already figured out the way, and the killing move is the first to strike!
The remaining four monks in the field were all shocked. Only then did they realize that the other party was pretending to be a pig to eat the tiger, and asked them to work hard, hoping to reap the benefits.
The monk surnamed Wu was furious and shouted: "Let's go shoulder to shoulder. Don't worry about the Red Flame Tiger for now. I don't believe it. They can't defeat us and join forces."
The six people who were fighting the Red Flame Tigers woke up instantly, put aside the two Scarlet Flame Tigers, and all rushed towards Jian Yinghao. For a moment, the field was divided into two battlefields, with Jian Yinghao and Feng Yanran fighting fiercely one-on-five.
The remaining two Red Flame Tigers saw the enemy leaving, but they did not pursue them. They just stood firmly under the Holy Light Tree, staring at the fruits on the crown of the tree with their four bright eyes, showing greedy expressions.
But no one is in a hurry, the Holy Light Fruit is still some time away from maturity, and the medicinal effect will be greatly weakened if picked at this moment. It's better to fight off Jian Yinghao and Feng Yanran first, so that they can swallow the ten fruits alone. The four people who died happened to be able to fulfill their needs. Each one had one stone, and no one was in vain.
The subsequent six people were obviously much more powerful than before. Under the entanglement of the five people, Jian Yinghao and Feng Yanran had no good chance, so they could only start fighting while looking for their flaws.
The other monks who came around looked at the battlefield in front of them, and they were all dumbfounded. They did not dare to step forward. They just stood around from a distance to avoid harming Chiyu. The two parties ignored them. These monks were just cannon fodder and were too lazy to devote any energy.
After fighting for a quarter of an hour, the fragrance of the Holy Light Fruit became stronger and stronger, and it seemed that it was about to mature. Feng Yanran was secretly anxious and shouted to Jian Yinghao: "Hey, hurry up and find a way to escape, the Holy Light Fruit will be ripe soon."
Jian Yinghao also knew that this situation was not good. Both of them were being dragged by the other, and no one could take advantage. Under the exhaustion, it is still unclear who the final winner will be. After pondering for a while, he sent a message: "Let's move closer to the center together and form a joint force, so that it will be difficult for them to deal with it."
"good!"
Feng Yanran agreed, her combat power suddenly exploded, and she charged towards Jian Yinghao. Over there, Jian Yinghao also unleashed all his sword energy, his sword energy was like a rainbow, and he struck in the direction of Feng Yanran with one sword strike.
The two of them worked together, and the troops surnamed Wu felt that they were in a tight situation. In less than a moment, they were pulled several feet closer, leaving less than a foot apart!
At this moment, another figure suddenly rushed in, laughed and said: "Yes, the ten Holy Light Fruits all belong to me, Master Jiao!"
