surnamed Wang

Chapter 658 Chasing and Escaping
The beams of the young man in black and Hong Qingyan were obviously bigger, and regardless of the clumsy borrowing of a knife by the monk in white, he ordered in a cold voice:
"Go and catch the escaped monk, just stay alive."

"Yes." The three monks who transformed themselves into gods moved out together.

The young man squinted his eyes slightly, and gritted his silver teeth secretly. She was the only daughter of Emperor Yang, Yang Dingchun.

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The battle between Wang Gangquan and the old man outside the territory is full of dangers. The supernatural powers during the soul-residing period cannot be inferred with common sense. The other party's seemingly simple hand stretches out, and he will escape hundreds of meters away. If he is slower, he will be crushed by the turbulent force of heaven and earth.

The resident soul stage has already touched the threshold of the heaven, but it can't follow the words like the Mahayana stage, and often needs to be used with corresponding actions.

Relying on his own intuition of danger, Wang Gingquan avoided many killing moves. Although he was extremely embarrassed, he also figured out the old man's routine. As long as he kept avoiding and not confronting the opponent head-on, he would retreat when the reinforcements arrived.

The old man saw what the young man was thinking, and pointed out:
"Don't waste your time, the goal of the Yangcang Realm this time is the rear of the entire Three Immortals Realm. Both Ya Clan Sect and Wushan County are too busy to take care of themselves, and no one will come to support you."

Wang Gingquan's only remaining hope was gone, so he had to face the enemy seriously. He took up his previous posture again, and said softly, "I have a sword that can kill immortals", but this time the speed of speech was obviously much faster. Take out the sword decisively.

In the past, the change of color in the world was caused by pretending to be coercive on the one hand, and more because they wanted to delay time. Now the lives of the disciples of the sect below are hanging by a thread. , everything can only depend on oneself.

After all, Bai Yujing swordsmanship is Zhao Shuquan's famous skill, and he has to face it seriously even in the soul-residence period. The old man spread his hands in front of him and made a resisting posture. The spiritual power of heaven and earth immediately gathered in one place, forming a transparent shield in front of him. .

Wang Bingquan stabbed the shield with a sword, but he didn't feel the shaking of his hand. Instead, his great strength seemed to be hit in a quagmire, and he was quickly exhausted. hold on.

He has encountered this method of using softness to overcome rigidity more than once, and it always gave him a headache. At this moment, he finally realized the pain of his opponent's unwillingness to face it head-on.

But now is not the time to think differently. The long sword in Wang Bingquan's hand flashed and split into two again. The two fairy swords cut fiercely around the sword frame, and the aura shield immediately issued a "thorn" like a tearing cloth. "Sound, he seized the right time, and broke free with his feet.

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On the other hand, Hong Qingyan, who was at the peak of the Nascent Soul, still underestimated the speed of the transformation stage. He thought he could escape to the Yashi Sect, but he didn't want to be surrounded by three people just after he flew less than fifty feet away.

Looking at the rays of light of various spells in the opponent's hand, Hong Qingyan couldn't help but sighed, and when his life was hanging by a thread, a soft shout sounded from not far away:
"receive!"

A wave of extreme suction came, and before a cultivator could react, his body quickly shrank and flew to the side. After a few breaths, he was sucked into his belly by a purple gold gourd.

The woman holding the gourd quickly tightened the plug, and at the same time her face showed joy. She never thought that she could take down the cultivator of Huashen so easily.

Hong Qingyan is more airy than a woman at this moment, pointing to the remaining two people:

"It's miserable for you. My master of Lingyun sect is here. There are all kinds of poisonous insects in her treasure gourd. Even when she sees them in the soul resident period, she has to kneel down and beg for mercy. Once she is put into the gourd, I will keep you happy."

As he spoke, he ran to the woman in the green shirt like a dog's leg, and whispered:
"What are you doing in a daze, and quickly accept them."

Xi Lubai glanced at him, and said with spiritual sense:

"My treasure gourd is flawed, and I can only accept one person a day."

"Aren't you the master of the Qi hall? Didn't you repair it?"

"This is an ancient magic weapon. The craftsmanship has long been lost. It would be nice to have one."

The two were winking here, and not far away, two cultivators who had transformed themselves saw the clue, and said in a deep voice:

"They're playing tricks, come on!"

Hong Qingyan was observing the movements of the two people from the beginning to the end, seeing them flying towards this place, and walked straight away. Seeing this, Yan Lu was stunned for a moment, and then became angry from embarrassment:

"You bastard, you actually left your companions and ran away, you are really shameless."

"This is called a strategic retreat. As the acting head, I shoulder the heavy responsibility of revitalizing the sect. I'm not living for myself."

"Fart, you are greedy for life and afraid of death."

Yan Lu said bitterly, and threw a small blue clock behind her with her backhand. The small clock was simple and old, and there was a wide crack on it.

The speed of the cultivator of Huashen was astonishing, and he hit the copper bell in an instant. Yan Lu made a tactic with one hand, and lightly uttered the word "explosion", and a piece of talisman hidden in the bell immediately emitted a destructive breath.

"boom!"

After a loud noise, two foreign monks rushed out of the smoke and dust in disgrace. One of them was dressed in tatters and blood was dripping from his arm. It was obvious that he was seriously injured.

Ji Lu's movement still didn't stop, she threw three magic weapons again, the two people behind didn't dare to push them any further, they hurriedly stopped to dodge, there were three more explosions, but this time they couldn't hurt them.

Seeing this, Hong Qingyan shouted:
"That's it, throw some more."

"To put it lightly, those are ancient rare treasures. Even if they have lost their function, casting magic weapons is still a superior material."

"What should I do?"

Yan Lu ignored him, and threw a dark object with his backhand. The foreign monks saw that it was a broken inkstone, and they all dodged, but after waiting for a long time, there was no movement, and then they realized that they had been tricked.

After throwing away the inkstone, the woman threw out a brush with a bald tip. Based on the principle of trusting it, the two people behind could only dodge it tirelessly, but it turned out that it was indeed a common bad brush.

Even a person would be provoked into real flames, and the relatively lightly injured cultivator of Huashen let out a cold snort and opened up his whole body, forming a thick shield in front of him, speeding up and chasing after him.

The woman didn't seem to understand what it means to put it away when it's ready, and threw out a gray paperweight again. The foreign monk looked at the unremarkable paperweight, and waved his aura to slap it away. The moment the aura touched it, the paperweight suddenly became bigger , turned into a gray stone pillar in an instant.

The monk of Yangcangjie's blood turned cold when he saw this, because he caught a glimpse of the secret numb explosion talisman on the back of the stone pillar.

There was a smile on Yan Lu's face, and she opened her mouth. The monk outside the territory only saw her mouth move, but before she heard the sound, her whole body was submerged by the explosion.

Among the flying stones, neither Yan Lu nor Hong Qingyan was spared. They were swept away by the aftermath of the explosion, and the only surviving cultivator who transformed himself into a god was also uncomfortable. After spitting out a mouthful of blood, he completely lost his fighting ability.

Yang Dingchun, who had been observing the battle in the distance, looked gloomy and not angry, cursed "trash" secretly, took a step forward, and instantly came to the back of Hong Qingyan who was out of control, and grabbed his neck.

"Do you still remember this young master?"

The cold and piercing voice made Hong Qingyan involuntarily startled, he immediately smiled all over his face, and repeated the old trick:
"Heroine, please forgive me. I will report and I will report. The guy with the double swords in the sky is called Zhao Zhiyi. He led the team to blow up your portal earlier, and later snatched away a monk from outside the territory. It seems to be Ziying."

Wang Gangquan, who was fighting against the resident soul old man, felt his heart jump for no reason, looked around in a blink of an eye, and saw Hong Qingyan who was captured by Yang Dingchun at a glance, and he immediately guessed what:
This bastard, probably sold himself again.

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(End of this chapter)