Daqin arrests alchemists, what does it matter to me as a qi refiner?

However, at this critical moment, two arrows shot from a distance, with a sound of breaking through the air, and went straight for his head.

Yang Ling smiled slightly, bent his right leg slightly, clenched his right fist, and instantly, a layer of light blue shield appeared in front of him.

"Bang! Bang!" Two muffled sounds were heard, and the two sharp arrows were blocked by the shield and shattered into several pieces. Yang Ling curled his lips in contempt and snorted, "A trifle!"

Before he finished his words, five more sharp arrows shot towards him.

Yang Ling still stood in the same place, with his hands together to form a knife, which slashed through the air, bringing up a dazzling light.

Those sharp arrows turned into powder before they could get close to him.

“Haha, although these arrows are sharp, they are just ordinary items!” Yang Ling laughed, leaped in front of the White Tiger Sword, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hilt of the White Tiger Sword.

At this moment, a sudden change occurred.

The White Tiger Sword suddenly burst into brilliant light, and then a huge shadow emerged from the sword.

Accompanied by a deafening howl, a hundred-foot-long white tiger shadow rose into the air, with its fangs and claws bared, looking ferocious and terrifying, and roared angrily at Yang Ling.

Yang Ling's mind was shocked by the white tiger's phantom, and at this moment of distraction, five more sharp arrows appeared silently. He cursed in his heart and then activated the spiritual energy shield on his body.

When the five sharp arrows were still half a meter away from him, they suddenly turned into five pieces of iron filings and fell to the ground one after another.

Yang Ling took a step forward, and his body shot out like a cannonball, and he came to the front of the White Tiger Sword again. He had no expression on his face, and directly ignored the roaring white tiger phantom. He grabbed the hilt of the sword and slowly pulled out the White Tiger Sword stuck in the ground.

As the White Tiger Sword was completely pulled out, the seven formations suddenly disappeared.

However, in its place, there was a huge crack that was a hundred meters wide. Yang Ling looked at the crack without any fear, but the White Tiger Sword in his hand suddenly broke free from his control and flew into the crack.

Yang Ling had no choice but to follow closely and jump into the crack. After walking for a distance in the crack, he came to an ice cave.

There were actually many statues of various shapes displayed in the ice cave, each of which was lifelike, just like a real person.

Among them, the most eye-catching is a white tiger ice and snow sculpture.

The statue was lifelike, as if it would jump out at any time.

At this moment, the White Tiger Sword was suddenly inserted into the White Tiger statue. With a loud bang, the White Tiger ice and snow statue came back to life.

The resurrected white tiger pounced towards Yang Ling with its fangs and claws bared, and Yang Ling couldn't help but take a breath of cold air. He knew very well that the white tiger was extremely powerful, so he didn't dare to be careless.

He instantly drew out his sword, and a stream of sword energy burst out, directly repelling the attacking white tiger claws.

Afterwards, Yang Ling bravely moved forward and pounced directly towards the white tiger.

He swung powerful sword energy towards the white tiger, but the white tiger dodged them all skillfully.

But Yang Ling was not discouraged. He circulated the spiritual energy in his body and came close to the white tiger with the sword in hand again.

Looking at the white tiger so close, Yang Ling took a deep breath and prepared to take it down in one fell swoop.

However, at this moment, five ice arrows suddenly appeared and shot straight at his head. Yang Ling snorted coldly, and the spiritual energy in his body suddenly burst out, shaking off all the five ice arrows.

He took the opportunity to punch the white tiger in the chest. With a loud bang, the white tiger was instantly knocked back. However, Yang Ling's punch did not cause any damage to the white tiger. It did not even leave a trace of blood. Yang Ling was very depressed.

At this moment, the white tiger roared again, and then blew a ball of icy air towards Yang Ling. The icy air instantly turned into a whirlwind and blew towards Yang Ling. Yang Ling dodged and easily passed through the whirlwind.

He continued to attack the white tiger safely, at an incredibly fast speed. He successfully hit the white tiger with several attacks in a row, but the white tiger seemed to feel no pain and did not react at all. Instead, after being angered by Yang Ling's attack, it attacked him more fiercely.

Yang Ling cried out in his heart, "Not good!" He quickly dodged the fierce attack of the white tiger. After a hard fight, he finally found an opportunity. He took the opportunity to pierce the chest of the white tiger with a sword, nailing it to the wall.

The white tiger let out a mournful cry, and then gradually dimmed. Seeing this, Yang Ling retracted his weapon. The white tiger nailed to the wall also slowly turned back into an ice sculpture. Then, under Yang Ling's gaze, the White Tiger Sword left the ice sculpture and flew in front of him.

Yang Ling held the White Tiger Sword in his hand, and felt its recognition of him, and was overjoyed. After he put away the White Tiger Sword, he walked out of the ice cave without hesitation. As soon as he walked out of the ice cave, he was surrounded by a vast expanse of white snow.

He looked up and saw the mountains in the distance were covered with thick snow, like huge silver towers. The cold wind whistled past, like countless sharp blades cutting through the air, and the biting cold was unbearable.

At this moment, a loud noise broke the silence of the valley. Yang Ling looked up and saw snowballs rolling down from the top of the mountain, getting faster and faster, like huge arrows heading straight towards him.

His heart tightened, knowing that it was an avalanche. He hurried forward, the sound of the avalanche became more and more rapid, and the whole mountain began to tremble. Yang Ling ran faster and faster, and felt that there was an invisible force chasing him from behind. He dodged the boulders and ice blocks rolling down the avalanche in a panic. Suddenly, a huge piece of ice hit him, splashing a cloud of snow. He looked at the boulders and ice blocks that appeared one after another, and secretly thanked himself for dodging in time.

He did not dare to stop for a moment and immediately turned around and continued to run forward. The sound of the avalanche gradually weakened, and Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he successfully escaped the range of the avalanche. He took a deep breath, and the sweat and cold air on his body mixed together, making him feel exhausted both physically and mentally.

He walked to the entrance of a cave with difficulty, ready to rest for a while. However, a piercing cold wind blew, making him shiver. He knew that this avalanche might be just the beginning, and he had to leave here as soon as possible.

After a short rest, Yang Ling set off again and left the snow mountain. Not long after he left, the entire snow mountain collapsed with a roar and turned into a ruin. Yang Ling was surprised to see this. At this time, the system explained to him: "Host, the White Tiger Sword you took away is the foundation of the formation of this snow mountain. Now that the White Tiger Sword has been conquered by you, this snow mountain will naturally fall apart."

After listening to the system's explanation, Yang Ling nodded to show that he understood. Then, he put the White Tiger Sword into the storage ring. Then, he looked around and decided to head west. Because, in a certain area in the west, there was something he needed to find.

Soon, Yang Ling arrived at that remote western land.

What came into view was a huge and majestic volcano, which stood there, as if announcing to the world the home of the symbol of fire, the Vermillion Bird. Yang Ling knew in his heart that what he would face next was this legendary beast. Without the slightest hesitation, he moved, like an arrow from a bow, and flew straight into the volcano.

Inside the volcano, the fire was blazing, and the heat was unbearable. However, Yang Ling's figure was like lightning, shuttling through the sea of ​​fire. His speed was so fast that it seemed that the fire could not stop him. He could clearly feel the heat coming from the depths of the volcano, but this heat did not make him feel the slightest fear, but instead aroused his fighting spirit deep in his heart.

Deep in the volcano, Yang Ling finally felt a powerful and mysterious breath, that was the breath of Suzaku, it was as hot as a flame, and as steady as a mountain. Yang Ling knew that he was close to his goal.

He slowed down his pace, and the long sword in his hand gleamed coldly under the firelight. His eyes revealed a kind of determination and confidence, which was the desire for victory and the trust in himself. However, although he looked everywhere, he still could not find the exact location of Suzaku.

He looked around, trying to catch the trace of Suzaku in this sea of ​​fire. At this moment, a hot breath suddenly rushed towards him, causing Yang Ling to dodge sideways. He turned around and saw a huge red bird flying in the magma. It was the Suzaku he had been looking for!

The body of the Vermillion Bird exuded a strong flame, and its eyes flashed with pride and majesty, as if it was the overlord of this sea of ​​fire, controlling everything. Yang Ling's heartbeat accelerated, but he suppressed the throbbing in his heart and remained calm.

"Mortal, how dare you break into my territory? Are you here to challenge me?" Zhuque spoke slowly, his voice full of pride and majesty.

Facing Suzaku's question, Yang Ling's answer was firm and powerful: "Yes, I am here to challenge you, and even more to conquer you." After saying that, he looked at Suzaku without fear, with a firm light in his eyes.

The Vermillion Bird was not surprised, as it had seen through the minds of many mortals. It flapped its wings fiercely, and a powerful flame attacked Yang Ling. However, Yang Ling was not afraid at all. He waved the sword in his hand to block the flames and took the opportunity to launch an attack.

His attacks were swift and accurate, hitting Suzaku's body every time. However, Suzaku was not knocked down, instead its body began to emit stronger flames, as if to show Yang Ling how powerful it was.

Yang Ling knew that he had to come up with a more powerful move to defeat Suzaku. So he began to use his unique skills, and a powerful sword energy rushed straight into the sky, piercing Suzaku like a sharp sword. The sword energy was as sharp as an arrow, piercing Suzaku's body and knocking it to the ground.

Yang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he had finally defeated Suzaku. However, at this moment, Suzaku was reborn from the ashes! Its body was emitting even hotter flames, and its figure became even taller, as if it was even more powerful than before.

Yang Ling held the sword tightly and began to walk forward slowly. He knew that the battle was far from over and he had to continue fighting until he could subdue Suzaku. Holding the sword in hand, he approached Suzaku step by step, with a determined look in his eyes.

When Zhuque saw Yang Ling coming towards him, he immediately swung his giant claws to grab Yang Ling. The giant claws were as fast as lightning, and Yang Ling only had time to raise his sword to block its attack. However, when he wanted to pull his sword back, he found that his sword was tightly grasped by Zhuque's giant claws and could not be pulled back.

At this moment, the Suzaku suddenly opened its mouth and spewed out several balls of scorching fire, which directly hit Yang Ling. Yang Ling hurriedly dodged to the side, barely avoiding the fatal attack. However, the Suzaku did not intend to give up the attack. It pounced again, and its pair of sharp claws fiercely stabbed into Yang Ling's chest.

Yang Ling hastily swung his sword to block, but the sword broke under Suzaku's claws. He was startled, but then he swung his right fist and hit Suzaku hard. With a loud "boom", Yang Ling and Suzaku flew dozens of meters to the sides.

Yang Ling fell from midair, spitting out a mouthful of blood, his face as pale as paper. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared coldly at Suzaku, his eyes revealing an unyielding light.

"You are really amazing! You can actually force me to this state." Yang Ling spoke slowly, his voice full of admiration and determination, "But I tell you, today I will defeat you no matter what."

After saying that, Yang Ling rushed towards Suzaku again. This time, he was fully focused. He had put away the long sword in his hand and replaced it with a brand new sword. He swung the sword and attacked Suzaku tightly, unwilling to give it any chance to breathe.

At the same time, he kept using various powerful moves to try to completely defeat Zhuque. His swordsmanship was very sophisticated, and every time he stabbed, he could always find Zhuque's fatal spot. Once he found the right opportunity, Yang Ling would definitely be able to achieve the best results.

However, Yang Ling was injured after all, and his speed was obviously reduced a lot.

Despite this, he gradually gained the upper hand with his tenacious perseverance and firm belief.

The Vermillion Bird continued to spit out fireballs, trying to hinder Yang Ling's attack. However, Yang Ling had already made full preparations, and these fireballs were of no use to him.

The sword in his hand kept stabbing at Suzaku, shortening the distance between them little by little.

Finally, in a fierce attack, the sword in Yang Ling's hand swept directly across Suzaku's neck.

At this time, Zhuque had just regained his ability to move, but he could only watch the sharp sword stabbing towards him, unable to resist.

Finally, Zhuque's body fell straight down. Yang Ling smiled and took back his sword, his heart filled with joy and satisfaction.

However, he did not let down his guard because he knew that Suzaku might be resurrected. (End of this chapter)