Somewhere in Jinsha County, deep in a dense forest, a female cultivator fell and sat on the ground. Her face was pale, blood was bleeding from the corner of her mouth, her aura was confused, and she was seriously injured.
Opposite the female cultivator, Yuan Qing's face showed no sadness or joy, and she stood with her hands behind her back. The Water-Breaking Sword stopped three inches above her head, and the sword's intent was so strong that it penetrated directly into her brain.
"Who are you? Is it true or false that the Fengyue and Jingtian sects are fighting? Tell me." Yuan Qing said calmly.
After the words fell, the female cultivator felt slightly relieved, but her beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and she covered her heart with her hands, making a pitiful look.
"My master's swordsmanship is so handsome! I really scared the slaves to death just now!" He took a deep breath and pretended to be angry. However, before he finished speaking, he heard a buzzing sound, and the silver light of the Water-Breaking Sword flashed, and the sharp sword intent penetrated. It passed through his mind, almost tearing his soul apart.
"Ah!" The female cultivator couldn't help but scream, and she also knelt down and collapsed. Her voice was sad and miserable, and she was in great pain.
"Master, have mercy! Master, have mercy! It's all that Wu Xie! It was that devil who forced me! I was originally a commoner girl from Wangtai County. It was he who kidnapped me and forced me to practice. It was he who did this to you. I have evil thoughts! The slave family was forced to take action out of desperation! Please spare your life, Master!" The female cultivator struggled to get up and begged again and again.
However, the cry and begging failed to stir up any waves in Yuan Qing's eyes. The young man thought about it and moved his sword, turning into a flash of silver light and cutting off a good head.
Then, with a slight twist of his fingertips, a small fireball floated towards the body of the female cultivator; then the fire started and disappeared in a moment; the green ash all over the ground flew away in the wind, leaving behind a storage bag and a dark red ball.
Yuan Qing raised his hand to summon the two objects, and after scanning them with his spiritual thoughts, he found that the round beads were just secular firearms, and there was nothing else in the storage bag except some women's clothes.
However, this was within his expectation. After all, during the previous chase, the female cultivator had self-destructed several magic weapons to delay time.
In addition, at the beginning of his escape, he sent out several transmission notes to ask for help, which caused Yuan Qing to use his sword ruthlessly.
Putting it away casually, Yuan Qing looked at the horizon, thought for a moment, then raised his sword and escaped, landing in a secret place a hundred feet away.
Then there were flashes of spiritual light, formations flying, two layers of light film, one yellow and one gray, flashed one after another, and then disappeared, but it was he who laid down the two formations of Panshi and Lingyin in one breath.
Then the magic formula changed, and the young man's figure gradually faded, like a shadow; his aura was mixed with the grass and trees, and it was exactly the invisibility method and the Wanhua Secret Art.
Regarding the Jingtian Sect and the method of teleportation, Yuan Qing decided to take the risk to find out.
Sure enough, about half an hour later, several figures appeared in the forest. After walking around, they landed at the place where the female cultivator died. They were seven men and one woman. Among them, the woman, an old man in his sixties, and a man in his thirties had a foundation. In terms of cultivation, the rest are all junior Qi practitioners.
The woman looked at the scorch marks on the ground, frowned slightly, and said: "There is only one scorch mark within a mile of Fang Yuan, could it be..."
"It should be so," the thirty-year-old man took two steps forward and after careful inspection, said: "There are no signs of fighting here, and the scorch marks are not caused by the aftermath of a spell. It seems that Cailian is also in danger. ”
"Hiss!" The woman's brows tightened, half inquiring and half to herself: "Cailian and Wu Xie were both late-stage monks. They died one after another in just half a day. Could it be that they met a master of pill formation? Or was it Jingtian? Are the people from the sect chasing after you?"
After saying this, he frowned slightly, turned to look at the sixty-year-old man, and asked, "Boss, are you still looking for me?"
The old man looked around, thought for a moment and then said in a deep voice: "No more searching, go back quickly! Let's leave after finishing this vote, don't cause any more trouble!"
The woman nodded to show her understanding. Suddenly her thoughts changed and she asked again: "Boss, is that woman really the Jindan elder of Jingtian Sect?"
The old man glanced at him and replied in a low voice: "Even if he is not an elder of Jingtian Sect, a Jindan monk is enough for us to make a lot of money."
After saying that, he sacrificed his flying sword and left first; the others hurriedly followed, and the group quickly disappeared into the horizon.
At this moment, a shadow rose into the sky and chased away quickly. It was the young man who decided to follow and take another look.
"Elder Jingtian, monk of pill formation..."
A few hours later, deep in the sea of sand.
The figure landed, Yuan Qing still holding the invisibility method, hiding behind a low sand dune.
Not far ahead, green and blue auras shone, forming a curtain, revealing two unknown magic formations.
Within the magic circle, a woman in blue can be vaguely seen, sitting with her eyes closed. There seems to be a layer of green flowers around the woman, and outside the light curtain, a dozen people are lined up in four directions with magic formulas in their hands, waiting in strict formation.
"Four foundation builders, twelve Qi practitioners, we can give it a try, but I don't know who the woman in that formation is, and whether she is really the Jindan elder of the Jingtian Sect." Withdrawing his thoughts, Yuan Qing thought to himself.
While I was thinking about it, a weak female voice suddenly sounded in my ears: "Fellow Taoist, are you a member of the Shangqing Sect? I am the deacon elder of Jingtian Sect. I was accidentally killed by an adulterer, seriously injured, and imprisoned here. Please tell me. Thinking of the friendship of the Immortal Sect, please help me! I will be grateful after you get out of trouble!"
After hearing the words, Yuan Qing was surprised at first, thought for a moment and made a plan.
The next moment, a brilliant sword light appeared out of thin air, and a ten-foot silver sword shadow swept past!
Most of the junior qi refiners died immediately, and only three people survived thanks to the light curtain of the magic circle.
The four foundation-building monks were caught off guard and were injured. Three of them used their own methods to avoid or block, and were considered safe; one was seriously injured and fell to the ground, unable to fight anymore.
It was the female cultivator.
Among the four, this woman had the lowest cultivation level, only at the elementary level. When the sword shadow came, she only had time to hold up an ancient bronze shield in front of her.
As a result, with one strike of the sword, the shield collapsed like quicksand, and the man flew dozens of feet away, vomiting blood, and his face was like gold paper.
"Yingmei!" The thirty-year-old man exclaimed in surprise, and was about to go to the rescue. However, before he could make a move, the sword light appeared again, but it was Yuan Qing who took the initiative to remove the invisibility method and swung his sword to sweep away.
Suddenly, the raging sword wind spurted out, carrying the sharp sword energy, and crushed everyone hard.
The three junior Qi practitioners were powerless to parry and died in the wind without a sound.
The man had no choice but to hold up a black jade pendant, which turned into a black light shield and stopped in place; one of the other two men tapped his toes, and their figures flashed out of the range of the sword wind, but there was a trace of their cheeks. A big man; one of them made a secret, gathered sand to form a wall, and stood in front of him, it was the old man.
However, the sword wind hadn't stopped yet, and the sound of the sword was heard again. The young man combined his body with the sword and turned into a huge crystal sword. The silver light flowed all over his body, and the whole body was surrounded by flames. This was the art of merging body and sword.
The giant sword suddenly passed a distance of more than a hundred feet, came to the old man's head, and slashed down!
As the saying goes, to capture the thief first, capture the king. Among the three, only the old man has reached the later stage, so Yuan Qing decided to get rid of this man first.
The old man was naturally startled, but his reaction was not slow. He flipped his hand and threw out a brass spear. Then he stepped heavily on the sand wall, and the man flew backwards like an arrow from a string.
The next moment, there was only a crisp sound, and the spear was cut in two by the sword energy before it reached the sword body. The giant sword turned around and chased the old man again in an instant.
At this moment, the sword wind dissipated, and several layers of light film lit up around the old man's body, with a round aqua shield protecting the outside.
But under the light of the sword, all these methods collapsed like paper. The old man screamed and turned into blood and pieces of flesh, falling to the ground.
The giant sword's remaining power continued, and it turned again, slashing towards the bearded man.
The bearded man was already frightened when he saw the old man dying just by looking at him. Now he saw the giant sword coming again. How could he dare to take it hard? He immediately stepped hard, and there were flashes of light on his feet. He was like a ghost, and he arrived in the blink of an eye. A hundred feet away, Bi Zhi's sword escape seemed to be slightly faster.
At the same time, the thirty-year-old man also offered a piece of yellow jade, holding up the dim yellow light, and without hesitation, he got into the sand and disappeared, without even looking at his "sister".
Seeing that there was no trace of the two of them, Yuan Qing also mastered the art of integrating body and sword and stopped pursuing them.
The principle of eradicating evil is naturally clear, but if you want to kill those two people in a short time, you must use the technique of sword energy and thunder.
However, the consumption of this technique is extraordinary. At present, the magic circle has not been broken, and the enemies and friends of the people in the circle are unknown, so it is really inappropriate to use it rashly.
Putting away the old man's storage bag, Yuan Qing tapped his toes and came to the female cultivator after a few ups and downs.
"Fellow Taoist, ah no, senior, please spare your life!" The female cultivator struggled and begged: "Senior, I beg you to spare Ying'er's life. Ying'er is willing to sign a blood contract with the soul and become a slave and maid, without any second thoughts!"
"Soul blood contract? What is this?" Yuan Qing thought to himself, and suddenly the weak female voice sounded in his ears again:
"Fellow Taoist, wait a minute. Can you break the formation first? As for this junior, after my interrogation, whether he will live or die will all depend on my decision."
Hearing this, Yuan Qing was slightly surprised. After pondering for a moment, he took a picture of the nun's storage bag, and then a ball of silver light popped out and sank into her body.
"Don't move lightly." Yuan Qing said calmly, then tiptoed and floated towards the magic circle.
The woman should have claimed that she was right, and her heart felt relieved. However, as soon as her heartstrings were loosened, her injuries became more serious, and a mouthful of blood could no longer be suppressed, spurting out, and then her eyes went black, and she fainted.
On the other side, the young man had arrived in front of the formation. He had sensed that the female cultivator was unconscious, but he didn't care and still sent out his spiritual thoughts to search for the location of the formation.
After a few sword blows, the array was destroyed, the light curtain dissipated, and the woman's true appearance was revealed. She was in her twenties, with a slim figure, an oval face as pale as gold paper, and a blue dress stained with blood.
After a while, the woman woke up, but Yuan Qing had already retreated more than ten feet away.
Putting away the protective shield, the woman stood up, saluted the young man solemnly, and said, "Thank you, fellow Taoist, for saving me. I'll..."
Before she finished speaking, a mouthful of bright red spurted out. The woman's body was like a weak willow, swaying to the ground and unconscious.
"This..." Yuan Qing hurriedly stepped forward, and after inspection, he found that the woman's injuries were far more serious than usual. Her vitality seemed to be non-existent, and she was almost on her deathbed.
"Forget it, let's treat a dead horse as a living doctor." The young man murmured, and then he didn't care much. He wrapped the Qinglin Powder, Muscle Jade Pill and other medicinal spiritual power that he brought with him and sent it away forcibly.
When the medicine was slightly dissipated, he released the flying boat with his big sleeves, picked up the two women, and left through the air.
