Yan Lige, who was among the disciples of the Fengling Sect, suddenly groaned, spitting blood from his mouth, staggered, and fell from the flying sword. His fellow disciples beside him were all shocked.
Yu Wenzhou's strength did not decrease and he continued to run away, but his spiritual consciousness spread out and condensed on one of the enemies. With a thought, another Wind Spirit Sect disciple fell down with a howl.
As a result, the pursuing disciples of the Wind Spirit Sect stopped involuntarily and did not dare to continue. Only the True Master-level monk and the three True-level monks did not care at all, staring at the bird spirits flying in the sky in the distance.
He followed the place pointed by the weapon and chased it out.
One of the real monks waved his hand, and a small black mountain-shaped stone flew out of his sleeve. After quickly spinning a few times in the air, it turned into a giant peak. With the monk's sneering finger, the giant peak immediately crashed down.
The moment it hit the ground, Yuwen Zhouyuan's body under the ground immediately turned around and dodged.
The monk's smile became even colder, and he waved his fingers repeatedly, and the giant peaks violently crashed down. Amidst a series of roars, a black shadow rushed away from the ground. He turned around and glanced at the four people coldly before flying away quickly.
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"Boy, obediently hand over the magic weapon purchased in the refining pavilion, or you will die!" The real monk who commanded the giant peak to smash Yuwen Zhouyuan, his eyes like lightning, shouted in a low voice.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dazzling light suddenly appeared in front of his eyes, and a very strong sword energy stabbed violently. He was horrified, and he moved a few inches to the left. Then he felt a pain in his chest and felt something.
Something stabbed in and came out of the back, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of the mouth.
"What kind of flying sword is this! It can teleport, and its lethality is so powerful!" His face was pale, showing a lingering fear. If he hadn't been able to hide quickly just now, he might have died here today.
Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly sighed at the pity. He summoned his right hand and the teleporting flying sword appeared in his hand in a flash.
The other two real-life monks both had shocked expressions on their faces. Without saying a word, they fired several defensive magic weapons in succession, and then stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan with gleaming eyes.
Seeing how sharp Yuwen Zhouyuan's attack was, the early worshiper of the true master couldn't help but his eyes lit up, and he secretly said: "Interesting, not only is he slippery, but the magic weapon he uses is also extraordinary. It seems that this kid may actually have a treasure worth trying to get!
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Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at the person shrouded in black mist, shook his body and continued to fly forward with his sword.
The other two real monks looked at each other, glanced at the real master in the black mist, and then looked at the flying sword lingering outside Yuwen Zhouyuan's body with greed in their eyes. Without saying a word, they chased after him again.
out.
The true master shrouded in the black mist nodded and said to the injured real-life elder: "That's right. If you don't encounter a tough opponent, don't chase him. Doing so will leave you with inner demons, which will affect your future cultivation."
It will be greatly affected! You should wrap up your wounds well and follow me down to take a look!"
"Yes! Uncle Master." The injured monk agreed, then took several pills in succession, and then catalyzed some of the pills and applied them to the wound.
Then he chased down with the early-stage True Master monk wrapped in the black mist. During this period, the injured True Master monk threw several defensive magic weapons one after another, making the defense around his body airtight. Then he breathed a sigh of relief.
Then the real monk hesitated for a moment, took out the jade slip, put it a little on his forehead and threw it out. The jade slip flickered for a few seconds and disappeared.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's spiritual consciousness swept away and found that the four people were still chasing. He couldn't help but sneer in his heart. These four people must have the idea of killing people and seizing treasures. They can be chased by a true master master and three real-level monks. For
This is the first time for Diyuwen Zhouyuan. In the past, only real monks could deal with him.
This was the first time that a True Master cultivator personally pursued and killed him for the first time. Fortunately, he had contact with the True Master cultivators when he was on the Emerald Island, and was familiar with their aura. Otherwise, he would not have dared to say that he could
So calm.
Yuwen Zhouyuan secretly thought in his mind that if there was only one early-stage True Master cultivator, he would be able to fight, but the other party had three True-Master stage cultivators. Although they were all mid-stage True Master cultivators, they should not be underestimated.
However, once Yuwen Zhouyuan succeeds in becoming a true master, killing these four people will be as easy as crushing ants.
Because he was more taboo about the person in the early stage of True Master, Yuwen Zhouyuan chose to retreat.
Under the pursuit of the four people, Yu Wen Zhouyuan fled for a day and a night. During this period, the opponent used countless magic weapons. Slowly, Yu Wen Zhouyuan became a little weak. After a sneak attack with the teleportation flying sword, he used it again and the opponent was on guard. The effect
Not good.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan's eyes became colder and colder. He stared at the four people with his consciousness and found that the master of the early stage of True Master didn't seem to be in a hurry to take action against him, and deliberately fell behind. It seemed that the other party had saved the cat and mouse.
mentality.
However, this was an excellent opportunity for Yu Wen Zhouyuan. Yu Wen Zhouyuan slowed down his escape speed, making himself look like his real power was exhausted. The unemployed ancient real monk was so far away from him that he could send out "Heartbeat Without Trace"
When he was in the third level of sadness, he shouted in a low voice: "Heart is hurt, spirit is hurt! Broken!"
As soon as Yu Wen Zhouyuan finished speaking, the eyes of the three chasing real monks suddenly flashed with red light, and their hearts felt as if they were hit hard by a huge hammer.
She shed her tears, and after shaking her body for a few times, each of her eyes showed unprecedented horror and solemnity.
The previously injured monk spat out a mouthful of blood again, his eyes were red, and his face showed pain. If someone hadn't caught him, he would have dropped the flying sword.
"He is definitely not a simple middle-level real person. He should be the kind of monk who is just a hair away from entering the real master stage!" The injured candidate took a deep breath, calmed down the huge shock of consciousness, and said to the two people around him.
"No matter what his cultivation level is, we must kill him. Otherwise, with this person's magical power, if he succeeds in being promoted to a true master, the three of us will definitely die! In addition, if we cannot join forces to take him down, we will follow behind.
Uncle Mo will also kill us!" The leader of the real master monks turned around and glanced at the early real master monks who were far away in the black mist behind him.
Hearing what this person said, the other two people couldn't help but trembled in excitement. The scene of the early True Master monks torturing the enemy in the sect in the black mist suddenly appeared in front of their eyes. It would be worse than death!
Yuwen Zhouyuan frowned. The power of the third level of "Heartbeat without Trace" was affected by his cultivation, and because it was relatively far away from the three of them, it did not produce the expected results, which made him feel sad.
Although these three people were not attacked and killed, they were also injured. The injuries seemed serious, but for the real-life monks, they only needed to rest for a while to recover.
If there were only three people on the other side and there were no masters from the early stage of True Master, Yu Wen Zhouyuan would not need to escape at all. It would be fine to kill three people in one battle, but now, he can only run!
Yuwen Zhouyuan sighed secretly in his heart and flew forward quickly.
Six hours later, the sky was getting dark, and the attack technique in Yu Wen Zhouyuan's "Heartbeat Without Trace" had been used several times, and it could only be delayed a little each time. As his consciousness swept, he suddenly stopped and turned around to look at the man he was chasing.
He killed his enemy for two days and one night.
These three people were also exhausted, but they had to chase after them because the enshrined master, whom they called Master Uncle Mo, had given them a death order, but after giving them the order, the other party only left traces on them.
After gaining some consciousness, he hurriedly went to do another thing.
Because of Mo's order, and because they knew that as long as they didn't pursue him, once the opponent was promoted to a true master in the future, the three of them would die without a burial place, so they had no choice but to chase after him no matter what.
At this time, seeing Yuwen Zhouyuan suddenly stop, all three of them were confused.
It turned out that Yuwen Zhouyuan could no longer sense the pursuit of the true master-level master. This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him to destroy the enemy. How could he miss it?
Yuwen Zhouyuan gritted his teeth and said secretly: "I have never been so embarrassed when I advanced to the real person stage, and I was still chased by three people whose cultivation level was not as good as mine. If I don't kill these three people now, how can I get rid of the hatred in my heart!"
I saw Yuwen Zhouyuan holding the teleporting flying sword in his right hand, with a cold light flashing in his eyes, his head moving with the wind, and the corners of his clothes making a crackling sound.
Three Yuan Shen Magical Flying Swords were guarded around him, shimmering with a hint of cold light.
Yuwen Zhouyuan used his left hand technique, and a red flame appeared in his left hand. As soon as the flame appeared, the air around him immediately became hot. This flame was the fire that Yuwen Zhouyuan had been keeping in his heavenly book space.
The fire of chaos in the spiritual formation.
Yuwen Zhouyuan has never used this fire of chaos to fight enemies. It has only been used to assist in refining elixirs and spiritual weapons. Today he released this fire to test the power of the fire of chaos after it has been promoted during this period. In addition,
He also wants to end the battle quickly!
As soon as the fire of chaos appeared, the expressions of the three real monks changed drastically. Before they could take any action, Yuwen Zhouyuan waved his right hand, and the flame of chaos the size of a fist slowly floated towards them.
It seemed to be moving slowly, but in reality it was extremely fast. The wind blowing from the surrounding sky also turned into hot wind at this moment, like fiery snakes, which quickly condensed into entities and entangled towards the three of them.
The three of them immediately dispersed without any hesitation, but the Chaos Fire suddenly increased in speed and hit the arm of the monk who had been injured many times at an incredible angle. In the blink of an eye, the monk did not even have time to scream.
, the whole body turned into a red color and disappeared instantly.
Only his storage bag was left in mid-air. Yuwen Zhouyuan performed a huge operation and instantly collected the man's storage bag. Then he hit the fire of chaos with a spell and continued to float towards the next monk, but right here
Suddenly, there were sounds of wind and thunder in the distance, followed by seven or eight rainbows piercing the sky.
There is also an overwhelming coercion coming from all directions. Unfortunately, the True Master monk is chasing me!
Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression changed, he grabbed it with his right hand, and immediately retracted the fire of chaos from his body. Without saying a word, he turned around and ran away. This time, he used all his spiritual power to escape at all costs.
At the same time, he released the Iron Winged Flying Snake King Wing, swallowed a handful of elixirs to replenish his spiritual power, held the middle-grade spiritual stone in both hands, flapped his wings continuously to compress the space and fled away from the distance.