Jiang Feng recognized at a glance one of the Earth-level monks on both sides of the fight, the head of the Black Water Sect. He had met him several times during the final stages of the Hanshan peace talks. He was taciturn and had little communication with other people. He only talked with others.
Ma Ai, the acting leader of Hanshan Sect who was sitting next to him, had some exchanges with each other.
The thick black mist rising around the other party was undoubtedly the demonic figure seen in Zhenwu City, Li Zong.
Qiu Bai Temple is in the middle of the prefecture level. Doesn't the Demon Shadow usually attack monks in the early stages of the prefecture level? Considering the difficulty of plundering the inner elixir, it would be unwise to choose an opponent in the middle of the prefecture level.
By the way, he remembered the cooperation between the Changning Chamber of Commerce and the Jincheng Sect that he had just helped to promote a few days ago. Dou Jinfan knew about the threat of the demonic shadow and found a human golden elixir monk to help him. The same level of monks from other sects would also be affected by this.
To stay together and tide over the crisis together, in other words, did this devil have no choice but to choose a lonely mid-level prefecture-level monk?
As far as Jiang Feng knew, Qiu Baisi was indeed the only prefecture-level monk in Heishuimen.
Qiu Baisi holds a large red-light ax, which is longer than his body and is nine feet long. The ax is not big, only takes up about one-eighth of it. From a distance, it looks more like a flaming axe.
Spear.
His whole body was surrounded by more than one flaming red sharp light blade, which seemed to contain violent energy. It was flying, entangled, and circling rapidly, far and near, attacking and defending, and erratic as Qiu Baisi moved left and right.
, but Qiubai Temple can always be protected in the center.
Haha!
Qiu Baisi didn't mean to communicate in any words. He let out a loud roar to encourage himself. Even if it was their first encounter, he could easily recognize that the other party was the pill-stealing demonic shadow that had recently made the surrounding sects panic. Since he had come for this purpose
Come on, the only option is to fight to the death.
The strong wind around him stagnated, and the visible and invisible spiritual powers gathered together. As he moved in the air for a moment, his red light ax brought with him a savagery that could shake the earth.
With great force, he slashed at the demonic shadow in an instant.
The black mist wrapped in the demonic shadow, along with the surge and agitation of the other party's spiritual power, created ripples like water waves. At the same time, it disappeared quickly, crazily, and without any warning, and appeared in Qiu Bai in an instant.
Behind the temple.
Three groups, no, there was another group behind him. His movements were so fast, so fast that they were close to the limit of Jiang Feng's observation. A total of four thick smoke waves rushed out from the black mist full of death.
, three directions rushed to the east, west, and south around Qiubai Temple, and the last one blocked the front of the mysterious black mist.
Each smoke wave trembled, condensed, and turned into the afterimages of four little people three to four feet tall. They looked like normal people, with hands and feet, but no magic weapon in their hands. They seemed to be thick and sticky with charcoal heads.
Above it, there is a scarlet eye that almost occupies the entire head, and the black eyes roll wildly inside, locking the target's position.
disease!
With a hoarse whistle in the black mist, the afterimage of a villain flew quickly towards Qiu Bai Temple, crashing into the light blade barrier that had been surrounding Qiu Bai Temple. The light blade was so sharp that it instantly killed him.
The afterimage of the villain was cut into four, eight, and twenty sections, until they were countless, falling one after another like the fallen leaves carried by the autumn wind.
However, there was still a small fragment of a palm-sized residual image of the villain, which broke through the barrier and flew quickly towards Qiu Bai Temple in the center. Qiu Bai Temple did not dare to neglect, and retreated faintly while floating. A red cloud flashed in his left hand, and he rushed forward
In the past, he instantly photographed the red cloud on top of the afterimage that seemed to him not to be too fast, but was actually beyond the ability of Jiang Feng's sight to capture.
boom!
The red cloud wrapped around the heat wave, rapidly expanded and exploded, making Qiu Baisi's pale face turn red. However, this red cloud was originally his release. Once it touched his body, it seemed to encounter a transparent barrier, quickly dissipated and turned into
Nothing.
Um?
Qiu Baisi pulled off a corner of his robe, his spiritual power surged, and he threw it in the air. However, he saw that on the robe, black light spots quickly gathered together and re-condensed into a smaller remnant than before.
The shadow, the sharp blade cutting and the red cloud heat wave just now, seemed to be extremely powerful, but it avoided the vital point, and even broke through the last layer of spiritual power barrier, and quietly attached to the clothes.
He didn't dare to think about the consequences if he had been careless just now, but he was able to detect the strangeness and weirdness of the villain's afterimage and no longer dared to fight with him head-on.
snort!
As a prefecture-level Qiu Baisi, he was proud of himself. He held an ax in his right hand and moved quickly, taking the initiative to fly towards the direction of the demonic figure. In the flash of lightning, he had already appeared near the demonic figure.
What is the main focus of spell fighting?
Qiu Baisi made this judgment based on this.
"Spiral Flurry!"
He recited the mantra in his heart quickly, and at the same time said the name of this proud combat skill like a ritual. As his body ignited with a green or blue halo, his red light ax hung in the air, matching his
The bodies intersect vertically, and at that moment, the ax body leaps and vibrates, as if there is an agitating clang, as if it has become a part of his life.
break!
His body rotated rapidly, driving countless red, cyan, or blue light blades mixed with countless well-known and unknown colors, turning into a tornado-like storm, swinging toward the black mist hiding behind the villain's afterimage.
go.
The black mist retreated faintly, with a red-black arm holding a silver dagger-like magic weapon with a spiral blade. It was thrown into the winding storm lightly and seemingly casually, but his figure was
The quick retreat shows that he is not that leisurely and comfortable.
Bang the bell!
The spiral blade magic weapon suffered a crushing blow, and many metal fragments were thrown out from it, scattered, flying everywhere quickly, and landed in the swamp below the two of them, stirring up waves of heat-radiating air.
The storm moved rapidly, and each time it rushed in the direction where the black mist was dodging, and a lot of the black mist was torn apart, gradually revealing the middle-aged male cultivator in the black mist. The monk had red hair and bulging muscles all over his body.
But there is a penetrating wound on his right arm that has not yet healed. He does not have any offensive magic weapon in his hand at this moment, nor does he have an additional protective robe to cover it. He is fighting with the Qiu Bai Temple in the middle of the prefecture with just his cultivation.
to date.
The demonic male cultivator was slightly at a disadvantage at this time, but he did not look panicked. Instead, he took advantage of another wave of movement from Qiu Bai Temple to gather up his floating spiritual power and quickly descended to the ground, where there was dense water.
There were also obstacles such as giant trees, which greatly affected the rapid movement of Qiubai Temple.
Huh? Ran away?
Jiang Feng, who had lost his vision, naturally did not dare to go and check. He could only watch Qiu Bai Si landing anxiously. Then a roar came from a distance, and the whole ground trembled. It seemed that another battle was breaking out fiercely.
.
Jiang Chengzi was trembling, as if he was suppressed by the earth-level aura and hostility rushing in from a distance. Although Jiang Feng also tried his best to support him, he still touched his shoulder gently and did not let him hide in his arms.
This kind of baptism of battle, even if you are outside the circle, will benefit a lot from the monk's understanding.
Compared with the Mo Qiuquan that Jiang Feng encountered before, Qiu Bai Temple's earth-level aura was more vigorous and passionate, almost overwhelming with force, while the demonic shadow continued to release a violent aura imbued with the aura of death and withering, plundering and squeezing
He continued to replenish his own losses with the breath of life contained in the already confused creatures in the swamp.
Has it turned into a war of attrition?
Jiang Feng had such a guess, but it could only be a guess.
The battle ended abruptly after a quarter of an hour.
A wisp of black smoke encircled the dots of red light, spread out its broad bat-like wings, and flew quickly to the northeast. His speed was slightly slower and slightly obscure, and he could no longer move freely in the air with only the help of black mist.
From the looks of it, it seems that the Demon Shadow finally won miserably, and Qiu Bai Temple has probably already...
However, this demonic figure is also cunning. It is estimated that it first led Qiu Baisi to the border of Qianshan Sect to avoid interference from other prefecture-level monks. After the encounter, it deliberately used only long-range skills and melee abilities to show that the opponent was weak, and finally feigned defeat.
It fell to the ground, then opened fire, and finally killed Qiu Bai Temple here.
It's time for me to leave too.
Jiang Feng knew that in the battle on the ground, the demon shadow would inevitably have its clothes scattered, which was completely in line with the two rules for successful divination using the "Borrowing Objects into Shadows" skill he had recently learned: either it had been carried with him for many years, or it was something he had carried recently.
But his previous experience of Chu Anlan being forced to do divination made him want to give up. Besides, knowing where the shadow is, what good does it do to him?
Benefits? Jiang Feng's eyes lit up.
At this time, Heishuimen is leaderless. Isn't it a good opportunity to make a small fortune by taking advantage of the chaos? Although Heishuimen is still in trouble, Qiubai Temple has managed Heishuimen for many years, so it is unlikely that it will be as empty as Qianshan Sect. Qiubai Temple
Most of his belongings were taken away by the demonic shadow. Whether the red light wrapped in the black mist contained the body of Qiu Baisi, he did not dare to go to the depths of the swamp to search. Then, he would rob the Heishuimen, which at most only had Xuan-level monks left.
, is the best choice at this time.
Don't miss this opportunity!
Being so close to the water tower in Zhanchuan Town, it would be a pity to miss it. Besides, Heishuimen is basically a puppet sect of the Wei State, without the protection of the patriarchal system. If you be careful, you should be fine.
"Walk!"
Jiang Feng picked up Jiang Chengzi and flew away quickly towards the depths of the swamp. His face gradually changed and transformed into Jiang Xiaobai's appearance. His robes did not even bother to avoid small pools. In an instant, countless stains were splashed on him.
He didn't care, speed was the most important thing at this time, not to mention the dirty robes could also hide his identity, but he didn't dare to fly a flying boat, as that would make it easy for others to remember his key features.
Half an hour later, Yuntai City was in sight.
Jiang Feng originally thought that he still needed to break through the obstruction of several Xuan-level monks. Although Qiu Baisi, the head of the Blackwater Sect, was the only Earth-level monk in the sect, there should also be several Xuan-level monks. The specific number was unknown, but
According to conventional estimates, there should be more than seven or eight people.
However, the small-scale Yuntai City, with its criss-crossing streets and its only two streets, was in chaos at this time. The monks were shouting and cursing, the common people were crying, and even the cows, horses, camels and beasts were shouting.
Neighing, the sound reaches the ears, one after another.
There were not many shops in the first place, but they were all suddenly closed. The low-level monks and servants who were guarding them were like enemies, holding various magic weapons and even ordinary sticks to guard against the chaotic monks and irritable lay people on the street. There were lights in many places.
And black smoke billowed out, as if someone had set it on fire.
Ordinary shops were not Jiang Feng's target. He wiped his and Jiang Chengzi's faces with his palms stained by a lot of swamp mud, and pulled them hurriedly towards the residence of the leader Qiu Baisi.
The pavilion named "Jishou Hall" was blazing into the sky. This three-story wooden pavilion seemed to be more than a hundred years old. It was burning like a huge torch. The huge wood used to build it made a crackling sound.
With a loud sound, they fell from high places and hit the ground, splashing countless large and small sparks. The ordinary servants holding large and small bags were frightened and screamed, and their feet ran faster as a result.
Jiang Feng didn't expect that this place was as chaotic as the outside. He saw a Xuan-level monk jumping out of Jishou Hall and quickly running towards a building that looked like a monk's hall. Judging from his clothes, he should be a monk from Heishuimen, but the other monk
I ignored him at all, he seemed to have a more important goal.
There seems to be no value here!
Jiang Feng's heart was pounding, and he patrolled the spot for a moment. His hungry gaze passed over one target after another. The Jishou Hall should only be a place for the head to rest and receive guests, and it was no longer valuable. The sect's treasury, which usually contained supplies, was
Don't even think about it, the arsenal is even more useless. Looking at the surrounding formations that have faded, it seems that the demon lamp of the sect's formation has also been taken away.
By the way, here!
Jiang Feng chose his target and headed towards a place where no one seemed to be fighting for it. On the intact plaque there were three big words:
Tibetan Scripture Pavilion!
It’s okay to grab a few books, at least it’s worth the trip!
Jiang Feng kicked the door open. At this time, there was no need for any monk etiquette at all. He was like every monk here who was fighting for treasures, like every mortal who howled and tore gold and silver from others' hands. He was so strong and soaring to the sky.
The emotions are infected and soaked, leaving no trace of simplicity and morality.
Why are you thinking about this at this time? Jiang Feng extinguished any residual thoughts in his mind, and then a voice sounded, I am here to grab things!
However, what jumped into Jiang Feng's eyes was an empty bookshelf, a worthless rough wooden desk, and a crying child with a runny nose who seemed to be frightened!
I want to talk about "Ten Generations of Leaders" with more like-minded people," talk about life and find confidants~