Bai Zizai is too young. At his age, even if he is a genius, his cultivation level will not be that high.
When the two had just fought, Qu Hao realized that Bai Zizai was at the seventh level. It is said that the older you get, the less courageous you are. To be on the safe side, Qu Hao used his spiritual sense to spy once more and confirmed that Bai Zizai was indeed at the peak of the seventh level. He already believed that he would win this battle.
Before setting off, the proprietor specifically told him to take the opportunity to kill Rong Fei, but he did not say what to do with the people who were traveling with Rong Fei.
If Bai Zizai hadn't revealed his identity as a disciple of Jiange just now, Qu Hao really wouldn't have had the time to tangle with him here.
Qu Hao's cultivation is at the peak of the sixth level, while Bai Zizai's cultivation is at the peak of the seventh level.
The difference in cultivation between the two is not just a level, but a great realm.
As soon as Qu Hao took action, he used the Eight-Star Light Prison and the Spiritual Power Light Rain, and he already had the intention of a quick victory and a sure kill.
But what he didn't expect was that Bai Zizai could last so long under his hands, and it seemed that he could last even longer.
Realizing that he had been tricked, Qu Hao couldn't help but feel angry.
"Go to hell!"
With both palms facing the sky, endless spiritual power and light rain spurted out from Qu Hao's palms. At the same time, the light ball that constructed the eight-star light prison was also shrinking, compressing the space for Bai Zizai to move and dodge smaller and smaller.
"The old guy is unethical. He was having so much fun, so why did he suddenly kill him?"
Bai Zizai shouted while using the Sword Flying Star Technique to dodge the falling spiritual light rain.
The light rain this time was so dense that even the Sword Flying Star Technique could not completely dodge it. Several spiritual light rains fell on Bai Zizai's body. The sixth-grade monk's abundant spiritual power shocked Bai Zizai and spat out a sigh. Blood comes out.
"Old guy, you forced me to do this!"
Bai Zizai was angered, shouted angrily, took out a small sword carved from jade from his sleeve and threw it towards Qu Hao.
Before he could get close, the small jade sword released extremely sharp sword intent and enveloped Qu Hao.
Qu Hao was startled, and he hurriedly took two steps back without releasing any more spiritual power.
Whoosh!
But no matter how fast Qu Hao retreats, he can't be faster than the jade sword.
The jade sword turned into a stream of light and stabbed directly into Qu Hao's heart.
Qu Hao knew that he could no longer dodge, so he could only clasp his hands in front of his chest, use all his spiritual power to create a spiritual light ball the size of a human head to directly receive the jade sword's thrust.
Ping~
After a not-so-clear sound, the jade sword shattered into powder and scattered in the air.
The sharp sword intent also disappeared with the shattering of the small jade sword.
Qu Hao and Bai Zizai were both stunned!
this…
"Hahaha...hahaha!"
Qu Hao woke up first and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Yes, yes, this sword intention is so pure that I have only seen it in my life, but it is a pity that it is only of the sixth grade. If the true form of this sword intention were here, I would probably die here tonight. Hahahaha!"
Bai Zizai looked at the jade powder that was still flying with an incredulous expression on his face.
Why... it broke?
It was so completely broken!
The little jade sword contains the master's unparalleled sword intent.
After only being stunned for a moment, Bai Zizai came to his senses. With a flick of his sleeve, three almost identical small jade swords appeared in his hand.
Originally, Bai Zi had a total of five small jasper swords, which contained the sword intent of his master at different stages of cultivation, for Bai Zi to use to achieve breakthroughs.
The sword intent contained in the five small jasper swords is ranked seventh, sixth, fifth, fourth and third from low to high.
Because the appearance and material of these five small swords are exactly the same, in order to avoid confusion, Bai Zizai specially carved numbers on the hilts to distinguish them.
Previously, he gave Rong Fei a small sword containing the fourth grade sword intention as a congratulatory gift.
At that time, Rong Fei asked Master Bai Zizai about his cultivation level, and Bai Zizai answered truthfully about his current cultivation level.
, but it did not explain that when the sword intention was integrated into the small jade sword, it was actually only a fourth-level cultivation level.
Although Bai Zizai sensed the danger just now, he had no intention of killing Qu Hao, so he just used a small sword containing fifth-grade sword intent, thinking of injuring or repelling him.
But I didn't expect that I got it wrong, and mistakenly took the sixth grade for the fourth grade.
But...it's impossible. How could I get it wrong?
Bai Zizai felt strange and took out the remaining three small swords to check the numbers carved on the hilts.
The first handle is seven, the second handle is four, and the third handle is three.
The handle just sacrificed was Lu.
What is missing is Wu.
Crack!
Bai Zizai slapped his forehead in annoyance.
What a mistake!
Because he was forced to give a gift, he was unwilling to give it to Rong Fei and mistakenly gave it to Rong Fei as a fourth-grade gift.
Perhaps because he was upset, he also messed up the order of the remaining four small swords.
As a result, he made an mistake at this time and lost a small sword that contained the sixth-grade sword intention.
Big loss!
The more Bai Zizai thought about it, the more heartache he felt, his face gradually became ferocious, and the look he looked at Qu Hao became gloomy and fierce.
Old guy, it's all because of you!
But then he suddenly thought that although he lost a sixth-grade small sword, the one he was forced to give to Rong Fei was only a fifth-grade small sword. In this way, he still earned a fourth-grade small sword in vain.
"Hey hey hey."
Thinking of the happy place, Bai Zizai burst out laughing.
Seeing Bai Zizai holding three small swords and smiling foolishly, Qu Hao thought to himself that this Jiange boy was frightened. However, he was already murderous. He had just been frightened by the sword intention contained in the small jade sword. He did not want to waste any more time at this moment. He rubbed his palms together and wanted to release a rain of light that filled the sky again, killing Bai Zizai on the spot.
The giggling Bai Zizai was awakened by Qu Hao's murderous intention. When he saw his hands rubbing together in an extremely obscene way, he felt very angry.
If I give you three points of color, I will open a dyeing workshop, right? I really think that your grandpa Bai is a soft persimmon and easy to bully.
Immediately, he pinched the sword technique with his hand and raised the small jade sword that contained the fourth grade sword intention.
Seeing Bai Zizai's behavior, Qu Hao couldn't help but mocked.
"Jiange boy, don't waste your efforts anymore. As I said just now, if the true form of the sword intention is here, I will have no choice but to run away. With just a few tattered swords containing the sword intention, I am afraid that even my All the hairs on my face are... ah..."
Before Qu Hao could finish speaking, Bai Zizai had already stabbed him in the air with his small jade sword.
Before the sword arrived, the unparalleled sword intent, which seemed to have substance, struck first.
"Fourth grade...how could it be..."
Qu Hao's face suddenly lost all color. At the critical moment, he took out a spiritual light ball and threw it out, trying to delay the speed of the small sword.
At the same time, he removed the eight-star light prison that trapped Bai Zizai and himself, and ran away with the wind at his feet.
But how can one run faster on the ground than fly in the sky?
After running a few steps, the small sword had already passed over Qu Hao's head, then circled around in mid-air and came back, forcing Qu Hao to stop.
"Why are you running? Let's play some more."
Bai Zizai's mean voice came from behind.
Qu Hao suddenly turned around and stared at Bai Zi's angry words.
"My skills are inferior to those of others. You can kill or cut them into pieces as you please, but don't humiliate me."
"What I'm doing to humiliate you, old man, is to sincerely invite you to stay and fight with me for a while. Of course, it's not a real fight, just a show-off."
Bai Zizai explained with a smile.
At first Qu Hao still felt that Bai Zizai was humiliating and teasing him, but when he saw Bai Zizai's eyes glancing towards the Jingyuan Houfu, he suddenly realized and blurted out.
"Oh, I understand. You are worried about the danger of going in, so you asked me to stay here and pretend to hold you back. This way, Rong Fei will accept your favor, and you don't have to risk your life. You are such a good deceiver. , completely unlike the lunatic from Jiange, on the contrary
More like a Shushan disciple. "
"Life is just a drama. Why should you care too much about what is true or false?"
Bai Zizai didn't feel ashamed, but felt proud and said proudly.
"It's a pity that there is a fourth-grade old monster in the Hou Mansion. Rong Fei will definitely die tonight, and your kid's plan will come to nothing. The favor of a dead person is the same as nothing, hahaha."
Qu Hao realized that his life was not in danger, but he couldn't help but ridicule Qi Bai Zi Lai.
"That's because you don't understand Rong Fei. That guy seems to be righteous, but he is actually more afraid of death than me. Since he dares to enter the Hou Mansion, he must be fully prepared. And aside from other things, just by relying on The gift that Niubi and I gave him, even if he can't defeat a fourth-grade monk, if he wants to escape...fuck him!"
Bai Zizai suddenly exclaimed.
He remembered that the sword in Rong Fei's hand was not a fourth-grade sword, but a fifth-grade sword.
Wouldn't it be terrible if the small jade sword he gave him was a key part of Rong Fei's plan to save his life?
