That person's footwork was extremely fast, and it was definitely not a Qi Spirit Realm. One step at a time, the distance crossed was that Xuanchen in the spiritual realm was slightly less than half a zhang apart from his strong physique. It naturally doesn't matter in the short term, but as time goes by, and if you wait until that person jumps into the forest, the gap will inevitably widen.

Xuanchen was a little anxious, and he was getting closer and closer to the jungle.

The man glanced back at Xuan Chen, a little puzzled, not knowing where the two people behind him came from. Then he tensed his feet and jumped high, as if he was ready to completely get rid of the entanglement of these two uninvited guests after this leap.

As soon as Xuanchen's mental power moved, he was about to take out the sword, betting on whether the flying sword that he had always wanted but had never tried could turn things around.

At this moment, there was a coquettish cheer behind him.

"Snake Rope!"

Cloud opening mid-grade martial arts, snake rope!

I saw Mo Qinghan untie a red belt on his wrist, and a cyan aura poured into it, and the belt quickly extended and lengthened, becoming like a three-foot-long flexible snake.

Mo Qinghan threw the strap from afar, and the strap flew through the air, rushing straight towards the person who was flying in mid-air.

The man sensed the rapidly approaching aura behind him, and his heart was startled, and his feet twisted violently, trying to change his body trajectory in mid-air to avoid the red belt.

However, the rather spiritual speed of the belt suddenly accelerated, and even Xuanchen was taken aback, only to see the afterimage passing by.

Before the man's body could change, the straps caught up with him. One plate, one entanglement, the man's feet were tied, like a bird bound with wings, and he fell back under the eaves.

"Bang!"

There was a dull sound, and the man smashed onto the eaves, crushing a large piece of rubble.

Xuan Chen glanced back at the hidden girl and gave her an impressive smile.

The man tore the straps around his feet and got up, the black cloth of his face falling off, revealing a black, thin, withered face. Just looking at his age, he should be in his early thirties, with a pair of scary eyes that are deeply sunken and dark. The lips are red and the teeth are white, but it can be said that the appearance of this person is not that he is unearthly, but that the lips are red like blood, and the teeth are white but thin and sharp, like the teeth of a beast.

He broke a mouthful of blood, wiped the dust off his face, and said angrily to Xuanchen and the others, "You want to find death?!"

As he spoke, a stream of spiritual power spread out from the man's body.

"Vaporization power, martial artist?" Xuan Chen's face was slightly solemn, as he expected, this person was indeed a martial artist.

Mo Qinghan followed, standing side by side with Xuan Chen, looking at the man vigilantly, "It's you with bad intentions!"

"Who are you?" the man asked, with a tin in his eyes.

Mo Qinghan straightened his nose, "You care about me." ”

The man's face became even more gloomy, and he spit out seven words: "Then you will die!"

Suddenly, the man's figure suddenly rose up, and his right hand turned into a hideous claw, and the fingertips were pitch-black and sharp like small black iron cones, attacking Xuanchen and the others.

Xuanchen hurriedly pulled Mo Qinghan and retreated backwards. In an instant, the rubble cracked, and the broken wood flew sideways, and the hands shaped like dead wood were so sharp.

The man's blow missed, and the offensive did not decrease, and he instantly adjusted his offensive and continued to attack Xuanchen.

"Come!"

Xuanchen drank in a deep voice, and the rusty sword flew out in an instant, and Xuanchen reached out to hold it.

Another claw.

Xuan Chen's hand holding the sword swung violently, and then the five fingers let go, giving up holding the sword?

Of course not.

After Xuanchen's palm detached from the hilt, the rusty sword rotated violently in front of him and the girl with inertia, forming a circular shield that protected the two of them.

The man was first startled by the sudden appearance of the rusty sword, but he didn't pay much attention to it. You must know that his reliance lies in the inlaid nails of his ten fingers, and he spent more than 100 days purchasing pure gold and cold iron, and personally slowly polished the "nail pieces" one by one. It is not said to be broken ground, it is ordinary copper and iron, and it is also cut at will, without effort.

Therefore, in the face of the round shield formed by the flying blade of the sword, he had no intention of retreating at all, but wanted to first break this broken sword that was mixed with cold and made him feel that it was an eyesore, and then kill three birds with one stone, and tear apart the pair of wild mandarin ducks hiding behind the "sword and shield".

So he smiled evilly, and with a "swish" of the five fingers of his right arm, he tore open the air and stabbed forward.

But the scene that made him change color happened, when the five claws of his right hand touched the "sword shield", the expected picture of the blade breaking and splitting in two did not happen, and the sparkling situation of the gold and stone colliding with the gold and stone that took a step back did not happen.

Rather, it was his five pieces of Essence Gold Cold Iron Armor, like tofu being cut by a knife, and every point he moved forward, he would be cut off. The most frightening thing is that the whole process is silent, and he can't even feel the slightest tremor from the slightest cut, if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he wouldn't have known that his fingers had been cut off.

This means that the seemingly rusty iron sword in front of him is extremely sharp, and it can cut through gold and stone like a blade through water, silently, and easily.

The man didn't even have time to think about how there could be such a strange and sharp sword in this world, so he quickly stopped the forward attack and retreated backwards.

This sword, in ordinary times, is indeed the same as the sword, rusty, dull blade, not to say that it is a war with people, that is, chopping vegetables and cutting vegetables, it really can't be done.

However, once the aura and spiritual power were injected into the sword body, the blade could instantly become sharp and sharp, and the iron was sharpened silently. This is the trick that Yi Nian told him.

But there is one thing that I didn't tell him, not just a cat or a dog's aura and spiritual power can do this. It is who it wants to hold the sword, who is qualified to hold the sword.

The man looked at the five pieces of Pure Gold Cold Iron that had been flattened and only half of them remained, and recalled that the hard-won pieces of Pure Gold Cold Iron were hard to come by, and he regarded money as his life, and his face was full of distress.

Then he immediately thought about it, and the grief and indignation in his eyes were swept away, and the color of greed was intense.

The man looked at the young man who had already put away the sword in his hand and said, "Boy, hand over that sword, I will spare you from death!"

Xuan Chen asked Mo Qinghan to stand behind him, and sneered, "Are you kidding?"

Hearing this, the man raised his five-clawed left hand and smiled fiercely, "Toast and don't eat and drink, since this is the case, then I have to kill you, and then slowly break off your fingers one by one, so that you can watch the five fingers be broken at the same time, and the favorite saber will leave you again!"

He had already seen the heels and feet of the pair of wild mandarin ducks, the little hairy boy and the stinky girl, all of which were small spiritual realms that had not been condensed in the spiritual realm. He thinks that his strength is average, a third-stage martial artist, but he can face two Qi Spirit Realms, which is more than enough.

That strange rusty sword can't be it next, it doesn't matter, the body method cultivated over the years to save his life is also rare in the same realm that few people can match, that little hairy child's sword in the Qi Spirit Realm, if you want to avoid it, it's not as simple and casual as walking?

After making up his mind that he was forced to work for them in this operation, after laughing at the unexpected joy that was inexplicably sent to the door in front of him, the person used all his strength to activate the qi machine in his body, interrupting the quick battle.

——

At this time, not far from the iron ore factory, on the road when Xuanchen and Mo Qinghan came, two figures, one fat and one thin, appeared.

The thin young man looked in the direction of the iron ore factory, and his face changed drastically, "It's not good! Miss and that kid got into a fight......

He turned around angrily and slapped the head of the short and fat young man next to him, "The dead fat man blames you, you have to halfway, if the special lady's miss hurts a hair, you can't eat that back into your stomach to make amends!"

The obese young man was a little aggrieved, "I have a lot of stomach trouble, and I can't hold it back." ”

"I'm ......" The thin young man didn't get angry, raised his arms and made a gesture to fight again. But in the end, he held back, withdrew his hand stupidly, and swept forward with a word.

"I'll help Miss, you hurry up and find Motie. ”

The obese young man is honest, but he is never stupid, and he knows the seriousness of the matter. As soon as the thin young man's words fell, he restrained his depressed expression, and his body speed was not inferior to that of the thin young man, and he swept towards the gate of the iron ore factory.

Although Xuanchen is not an ordinary Qi Spirit Realm eighth stage, compared to the person who is already firmly standing at the martial arts level, there is no gap is definitely nonsense. The gap between the Qi Spirit Realm and the martial artist is the first watershed in the path of martial arts, and the gap between them is only clear to those who have crossed that hurdle.

On Xuanchen's side, when facing the withered claw that came to kill again, his heaviness was no lighter than when the Demon Beast Mountain Range was chased by the lion-faced butterfly. This is his first official cross-level battle, and the last Lion-faced Butterfly is actually not counted, and the Lion-faced Butterfly at that time is already at the end of the crossbow.

In the face of such an enemy, what shows weakness to the enemy is purely self-defeating. Therefore, as soon as Xuan Chen came up, he planned to use his strongest strength.

The body of the rusty sword trembled slightly, and a wind killing force suddenly condensed.

Wind Kills Sword!

Xuan Chen had already done it many times in the cultivation plan formulated by Bai Xuan, but he still felt extremely struggling every time. It's not because it's not skilled enough, and it's not that the physique can't bear the strong wind killing momentum, but the aura in the dantian qi sea, which is far from supplying the consumption of the wind killing sword.

The martial arts of the Heaven Seeking Chapter, looking at the entire Far North City, can also be called a rare secret book of the best and rare. Not to mention the Qi Spirit Realm, it is an ordinary martial artist level, and it is very reluctant to show it.

Even if Xuan Chen had already been familiar with the trick of the Wind Killing Sword, he would be able to exert the power of seven or eight out of ten at most, and if he went up, he would have more than enough heart and not enough strength

Xuanchen directly confronted the man, and the man was puzzled by Xuanchen's unevasive posture, thinking that this little hairy boy was powerless to return to the sky, and was ready to fight to the death to burn him with a jade. But when he felt the wind killing aura coming from the strange rusty sword, he was shocked at first, and then ecstatic.

"Haha, I can feel it, I can feel that this martial art is not bad! I still underestimate you, the whole body is a treasure boy, good, okay very! I must kill you, you must die!" The man was almost insane, the light of greed climbed to the extreme, even his face was distorted together, and his claws were raised high as if to tear Xuanchen apart.

Xuanchen ignored his wanton laughter and focused on the sword.

"Cold wind, sword kill!"

Just like when he killed the lion-faced butterfly in the end, Xuan Chen stepped on his feet, and his body shot out, dragging out five or six afterimages. The sword is in front, the person is behind, and the human sword is like one into one.

A cold light swept by, and the rubble under his feet cracked and collapsed to the left and right, not startling the dust in the sky, but countless pieces of rubble were shaken up and splashed in all directions.

A sword, a claw, crossed each other, and only a few sparks burst out.

The two of them faced each other, and after a few moments of silence.

"Tick, tick. ”。

Drops of crimson blood fell from the corners of Xuanchen's mouth and chest, and Xuanchen inserted the rusty sword into the eaves for support, so that he could stabilize his body.

Behind him, the man watched in horror as a strange line of blood came out of his middle finger and ring finger, and then under his dead gaze, the two severed fingers slowly fell.

"Ah......h

The man let out a heart-rending scream, clutching his bleeding left hand, his face twisted. He couldn't imagine that the armor he was relying on had been cut off five pieces, and now the more important fingers had two more broken, and all of this was just buried in a little hairy boy whose strength was not in the Qi Spirit Realm.

When the sword stabbed at him just now, he clearly twisted his body, convinced that he could avoid the edge of the sword, and he could tear the stinky boy's chest with a claw.

But just when the tip of the sword was only a foot away from him, the young man deflected the hilt in an incredible way, changing the trajectory of the tip of the sword forward, and firmly locking his breath again. As a result, it was already on the verge of breaking out, and he had no time to make adjustments.

So this sword, he must accept it!

Bai Xuan's training, and the hands and claws of the people behind him who cry wolves, which is stronger or weaker?

Of course, it was the former who threw out the latter who didn't know tens of millions of miles, so that he didn't even have the qualifications to look at it.

Xuanchen couldn't break through Bai Xuan's seamless training barrier, but after a few rounds, he could barely do it.

So the little trick of the person behind him, can Xuanchen see through it?

Not only did he see it clearly, but he also responded in an instant. If it weren't for the fact that the realm was too far away, the previous sword would not only cut off his two fingers, but cut off his head!

"Uhh......hh I'll kill you!" The man's eyes were bloodshot, and there was no greed anymore, but all anger and murderous intent.

Xuan Chen took a strong breath, and the three fleshy wounds on his chest were very painful, tearing pain.

But!

Compared to the human purgatory he suffered in those nine days, it was far from it.

Again......