Yuan Qing left Fenhe Village and walked through the forest with his consciousness wide open.
About ten miles away, a group of palm-sized yellow birds flew up from the forest and fled in all directions as if they were frightened.
An hour later, the young man suddenly stopped, frowned slightly, and looked back. Then his hands were as sharp as flying, and his figure gradually faded into a shadow. He put away the flying sword, fell to the ground, changed its direction, and lifted it up. Stepping towards the wind, he disappeared into the forest like a phantom.
Not long after, a sharp bird call broke the silence in the forest, and several large green-winged birds came through the air and hovered over the dense forest. Then the smoke and dust started to rise, and a striking white tiger, more than three feet tall, with four legs full of wind, came flying towards it. Afterwards, there were a group of tigers and wolves, more than ten feet tall, and several of them were as big as white tigers.
A small civet cat stood above the white tiger. It was all white, its fur had not faded, and its eyes were light gold. It sniffed twice and then meowed. The white tiger immediately understood and led the herd in pursuit of the young man's escape.
Yuan Qing didn't run very far when he noticed the beasts chasing him. He thought about it for a moment and knew the key. He immediately released Duan Shui and galloped with his sword.
The two chased and fled for more than ten miles. During this period, Yuan Qing changed directions many times. However, instead of delaying him for a moment, the latter took the opportunity to close the distance.
Understanding this, the young man no longer thought about it and ran away to the river.
A quarter of an hour later, Yuan Qing flew out of the dense forest, held his breath, and plunged into the rushing river. The herd of beasts followed closely, but the search was fruitless. The little beast let out several roars, and then waved out several sharp claws. Suddenly the trees fell over and smoke and dust flew everywhere.
After venting his anger, the little beast let out a low roar, and the group of monsters dispersed and built a nest along the river bank, intending to wait and see.
Yuan Qing sank at the bottom of the water, emitting his consciousness and secretly observing the movements of the beasts. His robes were clear and shining, and he created a three-foot-sized waterless space.
A few hours later, there was a flash of silver light, and the young man emerged from the water. After sensing on the spot for a moment, his body moved and turned into an afterimage that shuttled through the forest.
While escaping, Yuan Qing recalled how he was discovered and caught up. Gradually, a palm-sized yellow shadow appeared in my mind.
"That's it." The young man thought to himself.
Suddenly, he stopped, his eyes full of surprise.
"The direction this group of monsters are coming from..."
The sword energy roared, not caring about hiding his whereabouts, the young man rose up with his sword, turned into a dazzling sword light, and flew away through the air.
A few miles away, the little beast was lying on the white tiger's head, closing his eyes and falling asleep. Suddenly he heard the screams of birds, and when he raised his head, he saw a dazzling sword light piercing the sky.
"Meow!"
After sitting down, the white tiger stood up in response, took a deep breath, and let out a rumbling roar that echoed through the mountains and forests. Then there was a flash of green light all over his body, and he hurriedly chased after him with his four legs flying.
Along the way, monsters and beasts continued to join in, and after a while, there was a faint momentum of thousands of beasts galloping around.
Fenhe Village.
The sword light converged, and Yuan Qing appeared.
The originally noisy and peaceful village was now in deathly silence. Houses collapsed and homes were destroyed. The ground was covered with animal marks and paw prints, stained with blood, and occasionally pieces of coarse cloth were picked up by the wind and rolled aside.
Erniu's house was only left in ruins, with a hoe and pickaxe broken in half, a shocking dark red puddle at the door, a simple book soaked in blood and a wooden sword about a foot long lying quietly beside it.
The young man bent down to pick up the wooden sword, gently stroked the sword body, lowered his head and remained silent.
After a long time, a white light flashed and the wooden sword disappeared. The young man raised his head, his face was as calm as water, his eyes were calm, and he looked towards the horizon.
A stream of yellow light cut across the sky and stopped not far away, chirping non-stop.
Silver light flashed, and the yellow bird had no time to react before it was eliminated by the sword energy and became invisible. Then the sword energy became strong, and a bright silver sharp sword light shot up into the sky and headed straight towards the direction it came from.
Before it flew very far, it hit head on
There are six green-winged demon birds that are three feet in size.
Just hearing a loud explosion, the sword light suddenly accelerated, and suddenly turned into a huge sword of brilliant crystal light, dragging the flowing tail flame and slashing towards the blue bird.
The blue bird flashed its wings and summoned a series of wind blades, and then hurriedly changed direction to avoid it. Unexpectedly, the giant sword was extremely fast, and it caught up with the bird in a blink of an eye. With a slight circle, the scream suddenly stopped, and blood rained in the sky.
The giant sword kept moving, and its speed became even faster, killing two more birds in a few breaths. The wind, blades and claws all over the sky could not stop it in the slightest.
The crystal light dissipated and the giant sword fell to the ground. The young man held the sword in his hand and his face was pale. He glanced at the remaining three bluebirds with an expressionless expression, and then moved his body, like the wind passing by, and reached the river in a few breaths. With a splash, it stirred up waves and disappeared in an instant.
The little beast then arrived with all the demons, and when he saw that the young man had disappeared without a trace, he was not angry but happy. He meowed a few times, and the beasts dispersed and disappeared into the forest. He drove the white tiger to the mountain behind the small village. Waiting quietly with excitement on his face.
Yuan Qing went upstream for several miles, and after making sure there were no monsters nearby, he jumped ashore, found a towering tree about ten feet thick, drew several swords, dug a hole as high as a person, and hid in it. Then he took out the elixir, closed his eyes and regulated his breathing.
A few hours later, there was a flash of silver light in the tree hole. Yuan Qing opened his eyes and did not rush out. Instead, he released his spiritual consciousness and slowly swept across a three-mile radius.
After pondering for a moment, the young man jumped out, used the concealment technique, used the Fengfeng Step, and floated towards Fenhe Village.
An eight-foot-long tiger was half lying on a boulder, looking lazily ahead. A few dozen feet away, a gray wolf of about the same size kept looking left and right, lowering its head and sniffing from time to time, with a wary look on its face.
Suddenly, there was an explosion, and a silver stream of light pierced through the demon wolf's chest across a distance of a hundred feet. The sword energy boiled and instantly turned it into powder, leaving only a ferocious wolf head falling to the ground.
The stream of light suddenly turned, as fast as lightning, and headed straight towards the big tiger.
The big tiger was suddenly frightened, roared and waved out his claws, then kicked off his four legs, jumped more than ten feet away, and fled in a hurry.
When the distant monsters heard the roar, they responded with howls. For a while, the roars of the beasts came one after another, like a pack of wolves howling at the moon, resounding throughout the sky.
The stream of light did not dodge or evade, looking at the claws and gleams as if they were nothing, passing through like a piece of wood, chasing the big tiger in a snap of the fingers. There was a flash of silver light, demon blood sprayed three feet, and the tiger's head rolled to the ground.
The stream of light came back suddenly, and then the silhouettes of people flashed, and the silver clouds gushed out, rolling up the heads of the two demons, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
A group of monsters rushed over and roared when they saw the corpse of the big tiger and the blood of the beasts. They sniffed the scent in the air carefully and chased after the little beast without waiting for orders.
The little beast stood on the white tiger's head, stretched out its pink tongue and licked its fangs, its eyes glowed golden, and its excitement grew stronger. The white tiger's small claws gently exerted force, and the corner of the white tiger's mouth twitched in pain, and then he understood and followed closely behind the herd.
For more than ten consecutive days, Yuan Qing looked like a ghost, wandering around the group of monsters. With the flash of his sword, he would kill every monster. He would hit the target with one strike, turn around and walk away without stopping. The monsters couldn't catch up with him, couldn't defend him, couldn't escape, and were trapped in the forest by him. They could only huddle together and watch each other, not daring to act rashly.
Yuan Qing was currently in a big tree, his eyes were slightly closed, his whole body was shining with silver light, and his aura was lively and sharp.
That day, when the young man first saw the tragedy in the small village, he felt infinite grief and anger, and secretly made a vow to kill the monster to avenge his blood. However, as time passed, the hatred gradually faded away, and was replaced by the joy of using the sword with all its strength.
In order to kill with one strike, Yuan Qing entered the realm of clear sword heart every time he drew his sword. Guided by the spiritual sense, the mind is clear, the sword intention and sword energy merge into one. As soon as the sword comes out, the sword light is condensed and sharp, almost breaking the air and dying; the sword speed is as fast as a fleeting light, and the distance of a hundred feet is reached in an instant.
The young man vaguely felt that he had touched the threshold of Sword Qi Leiyin.
However, this method consumes a lot of energy. Every time the sword is drawn,
He must have used up most of his sword energy, leaving his energy palace empty and almost unable to fight anymore.
"Hoo~" The silver light entered his body, and the young man took a deep breath and opened his eyes.
After days of fierce fighting, there were very few spirit-tracing pills left, and all the spirit stones were squandered. However, the cultivation level was also improving rapidly. In just a few days, most of the fifth refinement was completed.
Sure enough, without tempering, how can a sword be sharp?
Standing up from his clothes, the young man looked up at the sky, then turned into an afterimage and disappeared into the night.
Ten miles away, there is a small pond in the forest.
A three-foot-long demon wolf and the big tiger were several feet apart, looking around as if facing a formidable enemy; eight tiger and wolf demons of similar size were hiding in the surrounding dense forest. On the tree a little further away, the little beast had pointed ears, its long tail swung back and forth, and its pale golden eyes stared straight ahead. The white tiger below was patrolling around the big tree, looking nervous.
On the cliff on the other side of the pool, a figure flashed, and Yuan Qing appeared, his silver eyes shining, taking in everything. After pondering for a moment, he smiled slightly, his mind suddenly strengthened, and then his body flashed and disappeared.
Sometimes dark clouds cover the moon, and the world becomes dark and dull. The evening breeze blew gently and the forest leaves rustled.
A shadow sneaked into the forest through the night and the breeze.
The nose of a wolf demon wrinkled slightly, as if it smelled something.
Suddenly, as if the moon was setting on the earth, the sword light burst out and turned into a ten-foot-sized silver sword. It slashed down on the head with the force of the sky. The demon wolf was cut into two pieces with one sword before he could even make a sound.
Then, the silver light disintegrated and turned into a snow-white three-foot long sword. Silver light flashed, and the young man rose up with his sword and rushed straight towards the pool.
The demons howled angrily and sprang out from the forest to besiege them. White lights flashed in the distance, and small beasts and white tigers also came quickly.
The young man closed his eyes, moved the transparent sword heart, and let a thread of spiritual sense guide him.
When the two parties met, the sword light suddenly stopped, and the young man swung his sword across. The giant sword reappeared, but within a few breaths, it turned into dots of silver stars under the sky full of claw shadows, gray light, and wind blades, and fell into the sky.
The young man grunted, then tapped his sword lightly, and the silver stars bloomed like fireworks, turning into mist and blocking in front of him. Then several swords were fired in a row, and the silver light suddenly emitted, and the shadow of the sword was like a mountain, wiping out the rest of the offensive.
The beasts were close, and the small beasts were no more than a hundred feet apart. Yuan Qing's mind changed, and Duanshui moved with him. With a clear cry, it turned into a crystal giant sword and rose into the sky.
The dark clouds dispersed, the moon shone brightly, and a scorching flame suddenly rose from the giant sword. Ignoring the group of monsters, it struck down the little beast with one strike like a meteor falling to the ground!
The little beast already showed the phantom of Qilin when the giant sword reached the sky. At this time, a pale golden light beam spurted out and collided with the giant sword.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. The two met and made a squeaking sound of metal friction. The giant sword paused slightly, and then slashed to the end like a devastation.
When the little beast saw this, golden flames rose up all over its body. The unicorn shadow behind him roared loudly, and golden blades of light appeared out of thin air. With a slight tremble, they formed a torrent of golden light and rolled up.
As soon as the blow was struck, the little beast suddenly looked sluggish, and the unicorn's shadow slowly escaped into the void, lying on the ground breathing heavily.
There were clanging sounds everywhere, and the giant sword trembled in the torrent. It didn't take long for the crystal light to dim, and finally it shattered with a "bang". Yuan Qing's Hengjian flew dozens of feet backwards from his chest, landed on the ground with a muffled sound, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.
The group of demons were waiting for the opportunity to move and swarmed over. A tiger demon even swooped up, its mouth wide open, trying to swallow the human being who had tortured him for several days.
Seeing this, Yuan Qing took a deep breath, then the sword energy roared, and the crystal light giant sword appeared out of the sky, cutting the tiger demon into two pieces with one sword, and went straight to Qingming.
Under the moonlight, the young man's white clothes were fluttering, and he was walking with a sword. In a blink of an eye, he disappeared, leaving only the lingering sound of Lang Lang's laughter, which disappeared after a long time.
"Hahaha……"
(End of chapter)
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