The more Chen Mo fought, the more frightened he became. Li Yanjun's swordsmanship was much higher than when he fought Chu Wushuang. If he hadn't fused the black stone at this time, even a casual blow would have left him without any resistance. force!
He was not the only one who was also shocked. Li Yanjun also didn't expect that this monk who seemed to have no authority and loved vanity would be so difficult to deal with. Even the cold sword technique could not defeat this person's moves head-on. This is the top-grade sword manual in the righteous sect. , how come you can’t even defeat Yehu Zen’s low-level swordsmanship!
But what he didn't know was that the Afterimage Corroding Heart Sword was also a top-grade sword technique from the Wanxiang Sect, and it was not much worse than his Hanmang Sword Technique. In addition, Chen Mo had been practicing for so long, so he had some experience. .
"die!!"
Li Yanjun shouted angrily and slashed horizontally with his sword. Chen Mo parried with his sword. The two swords were intertwined like crosses. The next moment, they collided tightly, holding the hilt of the sword with both hands and pressing down, hostile to each other. other side.
"Junior brother Chen, stop it! I can teach you the method of cultivating the furnace and cauldron. If you refine that charming Su Wanyun, your cultivation will be raised to the fifteenth level of Qi refining in an instant. Foundation building is just around the corner! Why bother here? Fight to the death with brother Wei!" Li Yanjun's anxious voice came, as if he really wanted to reconcile with Chen Mo.
"The devil's crooked ways will surely lead to trouble! Let me give you a ride first!!" Chen Mo's expression did not change, and he used another force in his hand, and the edge of the fairy sword tilted in the direction of Li Yanjun.
"I think it's better for you to die first!" Li Yanjun flew up and kicked Chen Mo in the lower abdomen with a kick that he had planned for a long time. The latter was already on guard, and with a flick of his wrist, he and Li Yanjun's flying swords were all stabbed to the ground. With a sound, the two weapons landed at the same time. Chen Mo's Suzaku Palm containing fire spiritual power collided with Li Yanjun's sharp flying kick, knocking each other back again!
Chen Mo couldn't give him any room to backhand. The mysterious spiritual power spurred the gray wind blade to shoot towards Li Yanjun who was about 10 feet away. The latter immediately responded with the same wind blade backhand. When he turned around, Chen Mo was like a dog skin plaster. Sticking to him and not giving him the chance to take out the magic weapon!
The fire shadows in the sky surged out from Suzaku's hands. Every confrontation was a competition between Li Yanjun and Chen Mo's internal strength. Li Yanjun became more and more anxious as they fought. Like Chen Mo, he also didn't know how much spiritual power the other party had left to use!
Every time he wanted to distance himself, Chen Mo could always use Shadow Step to get closer to him unexpectedly, making him unable to take out the magic weapon in his storage bag. The power can be exerted!
Li Yanjun doesn't want to die. He still has a bright future. He has excellent qualifications and extraordinary appearance. Chu Wushuang is unconscious not far away. As long as Chen Mo is eliminated, both beauty and cultivation will be his. The bright future of foundation building is on the way. He waved! How could it be lost in the crypt of a depressed village!
"Damn it! How much spiritual power do you still have!"
Li Yanjun cursed angrily in his heart, and struck out with a palm from his hand to fight Chen Mo. This blow unleashed a large amount of his spiritual power. At this moment, he could only use one percent of his peak power!
Chen Mo felt uncomfortable after receiving the slap forcefully. He took five steps back and his whole right arm was numb. Li Yanjun was indeed the most difficult monk he had ever encountered in his life!
Seeing that he was far away, Li Yanjun slammed the storage bag, and a yellow pill was taken into his mouth and swallowed. Suddenly his aura changed and he regained some of his glory!
Seeing that there was no way he could do anything, Chen Mo didn't take any chances and stepped forward again. He also patted the storage bag and stuffed the mottled herbs and leaves into his mouth. He also regained some spiritual power visibly with the naked eye.
He secretly picked these from Old Man Sun's medicine garden. They are all tonics that can quickly restore cultivation. Even if he is punished by the master, it doesn't matter. Why do he need medicinal herbs if his life is gone? I am really prepared for this!
"go!"
A slender rope was thrown out of Li Yanjun's sleeve, and at lightning speed it tied up the legs of Chen Mo who was caught off guard. The latter was frightened and struggled hard, but it didn't work at all!
When Li Yanjun saw the first hit, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. He took out a mirror inlaid with silver patterns from the storage bag again, with a cruel smile on his face: "I'm sorry, Junior Brother Chen, we'll see you in the next life!!"
The three types of gourds, mirrors, and orbs are recognized as powerful magic weapons in the world of cultivation. Chen Mo was so anxious, how could he let him do what he did? He pinched his hands fiercely and drew mysterious symbols in the air. The mysterious spiritual power was completely drained, and he used all his strength to launch an ice cone... as powerful as the peak of Qi refining!
Chen Mo makes a desperate move. Whether he lives or dies depends on the fate of this ice pick!
Li Yanjun naturally knew that this was his deathbed counterattack, and his face showed an unprecedented solemnity. He waved again, and another fairy sword flew out of the storage bag, and slashed at the ice pick shot towards him with almost all his strength!
"boom!"
The ice pick was caught by Li Yanjun's full blow and turned into ice chips and collapsed. Chen Mo's eyes also dimmed with those small ice cubes. Li Yanjun, who saw his expression clearly, laughed, raised the silver lace mirror, and said happily He smiled and said, "Thank you, Junior Brother Chen. I will transfer Senior Sister to my brother. In return, I will throw you into the alchemy furnace and burn you into ashes!"
But in the blink of an eye, a gray light penetrated his eyebrows for no reason, bringing out a drop of blood. The embroidery needle stabbed firmly on the wall of the cave, and there were some scraps of Li Yanjun's body at the tip of the needle.
"It seems that I am better..."
Chen Mo gasped for air. The feeling of going from death to life made his heart beat violently. Especially when he had to demonstrate the despair after the ice pick was broken, he successfully deceived Li Yanjun and made him ignore the hidden secret. The magic weapon embroidery needle in the ice pick is Chen Mo's ultimate trump card! !
It was quiet inside the cave, with only seven alchemy furnaces burning silently. One of them was blown up during the fierce battle between the two of them. Lying here and there were the knocked-out Xianyun Valley cultivators, breathing evenly, just a little bit. Slightly injured.
They were undoubtedly lucky, wandering around in a coma before the gate of hell closed. If Li Yanjun won, these people's fate would not be any better than Chen Mo.
The rope on his body lost Li Yanjun's control and fell off automatically. Chen Mo meditated slowly to make up for some of the spiritual energy consumed. Then he put the rope into the storage bag and came to Li Yanjun's body.
His expression was still filled with excitement after breaking the ice. For him, Chen Mo only wanted to use the words "extreme joy brings sorrow" to describe him. If he could be more cautious, it would be Chen Mo who was lying down at this moment.
It's a pity that there is no chance to do it again.
Chen Mo made a grip with his left hand, took the unexpanded mirror into his hand and explored it for a while, with a happy expression on his face. This is a top-grade offensive magic weapon!
Magic weapons in the world of cultivation are divided into four categories. Low-grade magic weapons are suitable for monks below the fifth level of Qi Refining. Medium-grade magic weapons are commonly used by monks from the fifth to the twelfth level of Qi Refining. The user's cultivation level is determined by the user's level. , also determines the strength of the magic weapon.
As for the high-grade magic weapons, each one is extremely rare. Even the foundation-building monks only have about three or four in their hands. Now that I can actually get one, it is considered a blessing.
Chen Mo has only heard of the best magic weapon, but has never actually seen it. It is something that can only be possessed by monks who are in the foundation of the Great Perfection and close to the fake elixir realm. It is too far away from him, and Chen Mo doesn't even ask for it. It is a hot potato to get it. .
"The disadvantage of this mirror is that the casting time is too long, and it is impossible for the enemy to stand there and be photographed. This is why Li Yanjun did not take out this magic weapon at the beginning." Chen Mo guessed in his mind.
"It won't work if you throw a rope to tie me up first. I couldn't tie him up when I was in full strength. Instead, I lost my trump card. This time, my efforts were not in vain. I got a trump card, and it also provides an extra layer of insurance for future fights with others."
The silver lace mirror still had Li Yanjun's spiritual thoughts on it, but this did not affect Chen Mo's ease of use. After collecting his storage bag, Chen Mo injected spiritual power into the mirror and tried to take a look at Li Yanjun's body.
A strange scene appeared!
After the purple light in the mirror shone on Li Yanjun's body, his flesh and blood evaporated and disappeared bit by bit. Even the white bones were not spared from the purple light. In a short time, there was only one thing left in the open space. Empty clothes and nothing else.
Chen Mo felt so dangerous that he almost became the protagonist in the mirror. The corrosive power was definitely not something he could resist now.
After thinking about it, he hit it with a fireball. Li Yanjun's clothes burned into ashes and floated away with a wave of Chen Mo's sleeves, which also meant that Li Yanjun disappeared from the world.
"Senior Brother Li, maybe you and I will see each other again one day. In that place, your ambition full of desire and the heavy shackles on me will all disappear..."
Chen Mo murmured, and after saying goodbye to him, he wiped away the consciousness on the storage bag, explored the inside, and pulled out three bottles of elixirs, a green gourd, a dozen pieces of low-grade spiritual stones and some miscellaneous materials. Things made Chen Mo gain a lot.
Including the mirror magic weapon and the rope that he seized, not counting the two flying swords in Li Yanjun's hand, Chen Mo already had seven magic weapons on his body!
"You can't stay here for a long time. It's better to wait until I return to Xianyun Valley to refine these magic weapons." Chen Mo put Li Yanjun's things into his storage bag in one go, and with a move of his right hand, he removed the black shadow that fell on the ground. The storage bag sucked over.
It's not that the storage bag can resist the high-level fire net technique. In fact, it was Chen Mo's deliberate control that prevented him from destroying the storage bag. After killing the black shadow, he didn't have time to get it, so he fought with Li Yanjun.
Chen Mo looked carefully and found a book called "Hundred Solutions to Formation Techniques", which was a book that taught cultivators how to set up formations. At the same time, in Heiying's storage bag, there was also the dual cultivation technique and the coveted skills of Li Yanjun. Infused with magic power, a small eerie flag, and nothing else.
He took a quick glance and found that not just any woman could become a furnace cauldron by cultivating dual cultivation techniques, but had to have spiritual veins and Xuanyin physique. As for how Li Yanjun saw that Chu Wushuang met the conditions, Chen Mo had no idea.
Chen Mo couldn't understand the words on the body-imbuing magic technique. In fact, if he could understand it, he wouldn't risk the lives of so many people. This kind of thing that goes against the law of heaven must have some hidden punishment.
After turning the two books into ashes, Chen Mo rested for a while, dealt with all the evidence of his actions, opened the stone door, and found a large square cloth in the village, wrapping all the unconscious people except Chu Wushuang in it. , just like that, holding Chu Wushuang under his left arm and carrying the tied square cloth in his right hand, he walked out of Kuyin Village.
He placed everyone in a hidden cave, blasted the entrance to the cave to seal it, and fed them some pills that would make them sleep longer.
This way he won't wake up before Chen Mo.
Since it was fused not long ago, the trauma caused to Chen Mo this time can be barely dealt with, and the fluctuation of the black stone's spiritual power has also been reduced a lot.
