Qiao Jiujiu and Du Shaoling arrived not too far behind in time.
Du Shaoling was also surprised by that big snake. It was a highly venomous Moyun Red Snake, which was probably at the fourth level.
Originally, Du Shaoling wanted Du Xiaohei to take the opportunity to sneak in and get the Qingxu Spirit Spring like he was seizing the Xuanyang Spirit Fruit, but he was blocked by the fourth-level Mo Yun Red Snake.
The witch beasts outside cannot break in. There is no doubt that this highly poisonous Moyun Red Snake probably comes from the Ten Thousand Poison Valley and is carried by Yan Ming and his two men.
This made Du Shaoling secretly ashamed. These direct disciples of Ten Thousand Poison Valley had no idea what other trump cards they had. They should never be careless in front of their opponents.
There was no time to worry about Du Xiaohei.
Du Shaoling is not too worried about Du Xiaohei's ability.
Inside the cave is a long passage filled with fluorescent light.
The four of them walked through the passage without reservation, and a light appeared in front of them.
The four people rushed out of the passage, and there was a cave in front of them.
Du Shaoling was not familiar with the disciple from Ten Thousand Poison Valley beside Yan Ming, but he had seen him before and had been following Yan Ming in the team.
This is like a canyon in the heart of a mountain. It is not small in area, surrounded by cliffs, with the sky above, dangerous peaks standing tall, steaming clouds and glowing clouds, steaming with vitality, exotic flowers and plants, and strange pines and tents on the rock wall in front, surrounded by ancient vines.
On a cliff in the middle, there are dozens of steps, wrapped in mist and filled with light.
A small spring protrudes from the rock wall, and a palm-sized stone cup below is filled with a cup of spiritual liquid. It is crystal clear, filled with green light, and has a rich fragrance.
"Qingxu Lingquan!"
The four figures glanced over and quickly rushed out.
That is the Qingxu Lingquan that takes two years to fill a cup, an absolute treasure.
At this moment, Qiao Jiujiu no longer held back, her eyes glowed, and she rushed directly towards the Qingxu Spiritual Spring.
"call out!"
A short sword pierced the air, and the direct disciple of Wan Du Valley next to Yan Ming took action directly, aiming directly at Qiao Jiujiu.
The short sword is strange, slightly longer than the dagger.
A fine chain the size of a little finger hangs from the handle of the knife, glowing with a cold luster and filled with secret lines. The blade is touched by the cold light and flies out of the air as fast as lightning, which is extremely weird.
"clang!"
Qiao Jiujiu drew his sword and knocked the dagger away.
The short knife whirled, drew an arc in the void, and swept towards Qiao Jiujiu again.
The blade was sharp and the sound of breaking wind resounded.
"Whoosh..."
Qiao Jiujiu had no choice but to be blocked. The sword technique changed, and sword lights flashed out one after another. The sword shadows were heavy, as if they were intertwined into a sword shadow light shield.
Yan Ming swept over and jumped onto the steps.
Du Shaoling rushed out and followed.
"roll!"
Yan Ming's eyes were as bright as lightning, and his body was glowing with a blazing secret pattern. He shouted loudly, and punched with his backhand. The fire attribute aura was blazing, and the punch covered the martial pattern, like a flame wrapped in blazing light.
"boom!"
A punch exploded, and a fiery shock wave swept away, like a fire storm!
Du Shaoling's eyes flickered, and he advanced instead of retreating. A shadow of his fist was covered with water-attribute martial arts patterns. His aura suddenly became fierce and fierce, and he suddenly met him with a palm.
The green light is bright, this palm is fierce and elegant, hard yet soft, like cutting off water with a knife, and the surrounding wind is like a torrential downpour.
Breaking Water Cloud Palm!
At this moment, the aura of Du Shaoling who was at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit Realm was unreserved, aroused to the extreme, and the true energy surged through the meridians and acupuncture points in his body.
The key lies in this one move, Du Shaoling goes all out!
"boom!"
The fists and palms collided, and the fire and water attributes exploded.
The strong wind struck, a muffled explosion exploded, and the true energy collapsed like a storm.
"Deng Deng..."
Yan Ming stumbled on his feet, staggered, and took several steps back.
"Whoosh..."
Du Shaoling took the opportunity to bully him, but instead of continuing to attack, he took a few steps forward and took advantage of the momentum to jump several feet. After a few steps, he jumped directly in front of the stone cup containing the Qingxu Lingquan in a brutal and domineering way. .
Without any time to waste, Du Shaoling took out a jade vase that had been prepared a long time ago and poured the clear and refreshing Qingxu Spiritual Spring from the stone cup directly into the jade vase.
"Deng Deng..."
Yan Ming staggered to a stop, his face changed drastically, and when he looked up again, he saw Du Shaoling putting the Qingxu Spiritual Spring into the jade bottle in his hand.
"Dangdang..."
Qiao Jiujiu repelled the dagger again, but was blocked continuously.
When he looked forward again, Qiao Jiujiu had already seen Du Shaoling taking Qingxu Lingquan, and couldn't help but stamped his feet angrily.
"If it weren't for you, Qingxu Lingquan would be mine, and you have to pay the price!"
With a sharp look in his eyes, Qiao Jiujiu took action directly, with an even sharper sword force, pointing directly at the direct disciple of Wan Du Valley.
This direct disciple of Ten Thousand Poison Valley has already felt how difficult this handsome young man is. He originally thought that even if this person is not weak, he seems to be easy to deal with if he is not Nan Gucheng, Yun Lingfeng and Ye Zhibei. '
"Whoosh..."
But at this moment, the direct disciple of Ten Thousand Poison Valley realized that this handsome young man was too extraordinary. The aura on his body was no longer reserved. The aura of the third level of the general realm swept through him, his true energy was overwhelming, and the short knife was thrown out, which was strange and cunning.
"Qingxu Lingquan will not belong to you!"
At the same time, Yan Ming stopped his retreat and raised his eyes to stare at Du Shaoling. His eyes were filled with coldness, and his tall and straight figure was accentuated by his tight black clothes. He wasn't careless just now, nor was he merciful, but he didn't really go all out.
Therefore, I still underestimated the low hand, and Qingxu Lingquan fell into the opponent's hands.
Qingxu Lingquan was already in hand, and the tight string in Du Shaoling's heart relaxed a lot. With Qingxu Lingquan, his father Du Junlin's leg injury would have a chance, and he would not have to be left in Yuheng Peak by his master for forty years without being able to go down the mountain. There is no reason to leave a treasure like Qingxu Lingquan to others. This is something that must be fought for.
"But it's already in my hands!"
In front of Yan Ming, Du Shaoling put the jade bottle into the space storage bag, raised his hand specially, and finally stuffed it into his arms.
"Kill you, Qingxu Lingquan is still mine!"
Yan Ming's eyes were as cold as lightning, and he had no intention of letting this boy go.
As long as he kills Du Shaoling, everything will still be his.
"Then it depends on whether you have the strength!"
Du Shaoling was condescending and felt the killing intent in Yan Ming's eyes, without concealing the hint of Ling Ran in his eyes.
If someone wants to kill him, Du Shaoling won't be polite.
He estimated that Yan Ming should be very strong, but he had just exchanged a blow. Even though he had struck with all his strength, Du Shaoling was not afraid.
I have other trump cards, just in time to see how strong the Tianjiao warrior can really be!
Yan Ming looked at Du Shaoling, his eyes flickering coldly, and then he closed his eyes slightly.
"boom!"
At the same time, a burst of true energy swept out of Yan Ming's body. The breath was blazing, like a storm. Sand and rocks flew around, the void trembled, and the energy of heaven and earth felt distorted.
