Yu Wen Zhouyuan sneered in his heart, jumped out, stood thirty feet away from Qian Manku, and looked at him coldly.
"Don't you know how to curse death? Let me see the power of your curse to death!" Qian Manku disappeared in an instant and appeared thirty feet away.
The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan disappeared, a pair of wings suddenly appeared out of thin air on his back. With a single flap of the wings, his body floated backwards, fifty feet away from the giant unicorn.
Qian Manku teleported again, and Yuwen Zhouyuan used the two wings on his back to compress the space and retreated, finally standing seventy feet away, looking at Qian Manku coldly, with a thoughtful look on his face.
Qian Manku frowned slightly, stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and sneered: "Boy, what do you mean? Why don't you give it a try?"
The thoughtful look in Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes became more intense. His eyes flickered and he said calmly: "It's nothing. I suddenly don't want to fight you at this time."
As soon as he heard the words of healing, Yuwen Zhouyuan jumped up and flew back to the car. He stretched out his arms to hug her soft waist, and immediately retreated to a mountain peak a hundred feet away. After landing, his eyes flickered and he stared at the money.
The library was full, and he couldn't stop laughing.
Qian Manku frowned more and more, and said in a deep voice: "Since fellow Taoist I don't want to fight anymore, then I will..."
Before Qian Manku could finish his words, his body suddenly disappeared from the spot and appeared in front of Yuwen Zhouyuan. He laughed ferociously, opened his mouth and spit out a stream of white light. The white light turned into a giant python and roared towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
go.
At the same time, Qian Manku waved his right hand, and within three feet of Yuwen Zhouyuan, he immediately released his Ruyi Qiankun Net, shrinking and covering Yuwen Zhouyuan in the middle.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's expression remained normal, with a sneer on his lips. At the moment when the giant python pounced, the spirit ghost bag shook. Dong Muzhen, Xi Jin Jian, Bei Shui Rou, and Nan Huo Shi formed a four-phase array.
The giant python was trapped in the formation.
At the same time, Tu Bozhong, Shang Zhongqian, and Xia Kun, the four ghosts, used the three-talent formation to rush towards the money storehouse.
Yuwen Zhouyuan himself did not neglect himself. As soon as he thought, three Yuan Shen Magical Flying Swords came out of his body and slashed at the Ruyi Qiankun Net within three feet. Suddenly, there was a "crackling" sound, and from there
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As the Yuanshen magic weapon Flying Sword flashed and attacked several times in succession, the Ruyi Qiankun Net immediately shattered into pieces.
As for Qian Manku, a ball of yellow flame suddenly appeared on Yuwen Zhouyuan's right hand, emitting bursts of solar heat. The moment the yellow flame appeared, Qian Manku's expression changed drastically and he immediately stepped back.
But then, he saw Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flash with murderous intent, and then Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his mouth and said: "Heartbroken and soulbroken! Die!"
As soon as Yu Wen Zhouyuan finished speaking, Qian Manku felt his soul shake, and at the same time his whole heart turned, and he opened his mouth and couldn't help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
Because his consciousness and mind were both shaken, Qian Manku's body paused for a moment, and then, the yellow flame hit his chest silently.
Where it hit, a burning smell spread quickly. Qian Manku groaned, blood emerged from the corner of his mouth, and his body quickly retreated until he was within thirty feet of the Qilin's head, and then he stopped.
Qian Manku made a secret with both hands, tapped his chest several times, and took several pills in his mouth. After roaring a few times, the fire poison in his body was immediately forced out. At the same time, his injured chest
Then it begins to recover at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The yellow flame Yuwen Zhouyuan opened his hand and flew back to his hand.
From the beginning to the end, Yuwen Zhouyuan did not take the initiative to take action. He just stood a hundred feet away and sneered, with a sarcastic look in his eyes.
Qian Manku patted his chest, stopped, stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan, and after a moment of silence, suddenly said: "Boy, it's really not simple. Let me ask you, how did you find out?"
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Qian Manku flatly, and then said with a smile: "Hahahaha, I didn't notice anything at that time. I just felt that your breath was different at thirty feet and fifty feet, so I wanted to
A hundred feet away, the difference will be more obvious, and it is very likely that you will be on the verge of falling to the late stage of a true master."
Dongfang Yunfei, who was always smart as ice and snow, understood immediately and said softly: "Brother Yuwen, then it is fake that he is injured now."
"As for being injured by Huang Yan, although it is true, when he returned to Thirty Zhang, he was healed by the spiritual energy of the giant unicorn. This was just to lure me over and be with him within Thirty Zhang.
Let’s just fight.” Yuwen Zhouyuan said to Dongfang Yunfei.
However, although Yuwen Zhouyuan said these words to Dongfang Yunfei, Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes were always on Qian Manku.
The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan saw the giant unicorn just now, he was quite shocked in his heart. If there is such a magic in the secret channel, wouldn't it be a scornful act? As long as there are enough spiritual power providers, it is not possible to achieve the cultivation level of the true king or even the true self.
Impossible. If that were true, wouldn't the Fengling Sect have already taken control of Fenghuo City and become the largest force within hundreds of thousands of miles?
Therefore, this spell must have a fatal flaw. The time is short. This is what everyone will think of. In this case, the other party must have grasped it. At least he knows where the limit of time is. Based on the calculation of time, it can be done from the side.
make up for this shortcoming.
If this was the only shortcoming, then the power of this spell was still extremely strong. After Yuwen Zhouyuan carefully observed it, especially after hearing that the other party repeatedly asked him to come forward and fight, instead of attacking immediately after meeting, he made some calculations.
The place where he was standing at that time was nearly ninety feet away from the opponent.
Confused in his heart, Yuwen Zhouyuan rushed out and stood thirty feet away to observe, then fifty feet, seventy feet, and finally one hundred feet away. Only then did he analyze the fatal flaw of the opponent's spell.
The further away from the unicorn head, the lower the opponent's cultivation level will drop.
Qian Manku's expression was cloudy and uncertain at this time. He had only one cultivation level, but he couldn't use it. Although the other party's prediction was slightly different, it was roughly the same. In fact, he didn't need a hundred feet, as long as it exceeded ninety feet, he would be able to cultivate it.
Big drop.
From a distance of a hundred feet, it is unlikely to defeat the opponent. Even if the opponent is more ruthless and does not fight with him, he only needs to retreat a few feet. If he pursues him, his cultivation level will immediately drop back to the early stage of a true master.
If the stalemate continues, the loser will definitely be the money bank.
The time for Hunyuan Beast Emperor Qilin's formation was two sticks of incense. Now half of the time has been spent. Where should we go? Qian Manku made some calculations in his heart.
Qian Manku originally planned to let the ten worshipers in the True Master Stage trap the opponent with a sword formation. As long as he had just a little time, he could immediately take action and kill Yuwen Zhouyuan in one fell swoop.
But at the critical moment, those early worshipers of the true master were actually afraid. As a last resort, Qian Manku had to take action himself. Unfortunately, he did not expect that the shrewd Yuwen Zhouyuan saw through the reality of the Hunyuan Beast Emperor's unicorn formation.
At this time, the money was so full that it was difficult to get off the tiger. He stared at Yuwen Zhouyuan in silence.
Yuwen Zhouyuan glanced at Qian Manku and pulled Dongfang Yunfei back ten feet again, the sarcasm in his eyes getting stronger.
Qian Manku sighed secretly, stepped back and landed on Qilin's head. He took a deep breath and said calmly: "That's it! I admit defeat!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Qian Manku tapped the unicorn head with his foot, and bursts of spiritual power quickly flowed from his body back into the unicorn head.
The dim light in the giant unicorn's eyes became brighter and brighter, and a thick halo of spiritual power spread rapidly downward from the unicorn's head. Qian Manku's body also trembled with the passage of spiritual power, with a painful expression on his face.
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Slowly Qian Manku's expression became more and more painful, his swollen body slowly shrank, and his red hair became dull. Finally, he gasped for breath and half-knelt on Qilin's head. His whole body seemed to have grown old all of a sudden.
Decades are normal.
Qian Manku raised his head and said weakly to Yuwen Zhouyuan: "I surrender, and I am willing to listen to your orders from now on. This is the order of the leader of Fengling Sect."
As he spoke, Qian Manku took out a palm-sized diamond-shaped green token with trembling hands, and then threw it towards Yuwen Zhouyuan.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed, he looked at Qianmanku, and then at the token. Suddenly his pupils closed, and without saying a word, he pulled Dongfang Yunfei back a few feet again.
The moment Yuwen Zhouyuan's body retreated, an afterimage full of money appeared in front of him. The afterimage turned into a sword light and stabbed Yuwen Zhouyuan at an extremely fast speed.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's speed was already very fast, but it was still not as fast as the flying sword. After retreating thirty feet, the flying sword flashed out and violently collided with the Great Zhou Tian Sancai Sword Formation outside his body.
The sound of "boom" shook Yuwen Zhouyuan's body.
Yu Wen Zhouyuan's eyes flashed with murderous intent. He stretched out his right hand and clamped the flying sword with his two index fingers. There was a "ding" sound and the two index fingers seemed to be pliers, clamping on the sword body.
Yuwen Zhouyuan's face was gloomy. He was unable to defend against the opponent's flying sword. Fortunately, he was more than a hundred feet away and had rich fighting experience, otherwise he would have been injured by this sword.
The flying sword trembled a few times, and immediately shattered from the center. The entire flying sword turned into a pile of scrap metal!
At the moment when the flying sword turned into scrap metal, Yuwen Zhouyuan loosened his fingers and stared at Qianmanku above Qilin's head with cold eyes.
Qian Manku's eyes showed regret, and his body turned into fly ash and disappeared. This last blow was his trump card and his biggest secret.
When Qian Manku died, the happiest brothers were Tie Zong Lei and Tie Zong Ting. The two looked at each other and immediately understood. At the same time, they fell to the ground in the direction of Yu Wen Zhouyuan and loudly said: "Welcome Master!"
Yuchi Bai secretly scolded the Tie brothers for being shameless, but then he quickly came to Yuwen Zhouyuan's side and said with a serious expression: "Congratulations, senior, for becoming the leader of Fengling Sect."
The ten true masters of the Fengling Sect who formed the sword array at the beginning of the ceremony also put away their flying swords at this time. There was a look of embarrassment on their faces. After being silent for a while, they all bent down and saluted in the direction of Yuwen Zhouyuan, without saying anything.
And metaphor.
As for the tens of thousands of disciples on Qilin Scale, all their spiritual energy was consumed by Qian Manku. At this time, they were all struggling to get up and looked at the black ink-colored "Evil" character above Yuwen Zhouyuan's head.
, greeting loudly.
When Qian Manku died, Yuwen Zhouyuan felt no joy in his heart, but instead felt a sense of helplessness.
There is no right or wrong in the world of cultivation, only the weak and the strong. In order to survive, you can only interrupt the source of all threats to yourself.
Yuwen Zhouyuan could imagine that if he didn't come to the door, then what would be waiting for him would be endless counterattacks from the Fengling Sect.