"Boom......"

The water arrow collided with Li Zhiqiu's figure, making a snorting sound of water splashing on the ground, forming a thick water curtain.

In just a moment, a figure quickly passed through the thick mist, and the speed did not change at all, appearing beside the middle-aged Taoist priest.

"Ugh."

Seeing that the other party had broken his Dao method so easily, the middle-aged Taoist priest was obviously stunned, but the strain he had cultivated for a long time allowed him to quickly condense into a thick earthy yellow barrier in front of him.

Basic soil system method, mountain solid technique.

"Poof."

The fist pierced through the earthy yellow wall and struck on the pale blue light mask, Li Zhiqiu's hand flashed with golden light, and the light blue light mask disappeared silently, turning into a spiritual power that flowed into his body.

Seemingly, not bad.

Li Zhiqiu sighed with emotion, stepped on one foot in the air, and made a sound similar to a sonic boom, and with the reaction force left by the previous blow to the middle-aged Taoist priest, his figure flashed again, appearing in front of another Jindan monk.

"Whew..."

Before the middle-aged Taoist priest could react, he saw a fist enlarged in front of his eyes, and then his body flew backwards involuntarily, with only the sound of strong wind blowing in his ears, and there was a faint pain all over his body.

How can it be...

A thought flashed through the middle-aged Daoist's mind, he didn't expect that his talisman and mountain solid technique would be so vulnerable, or that he couldn't even block an attack from the other party.

Like the middle-aged Taoist priest, the two layers of golden shields in front of a young monk in golden armor did not have much resistance at all, and they shattered under Li Zhiqiu's fist, and his figure was hit and flew away.

But it's different from middle-aged Taoists. The moment the golden-armored monk was knocked away. The magic weapon that had already controlled the flying back launched an attack on Li Zhiqiu.

The golden spear with a touch of blood flew from time to time, and there were bursts of whistling. As if it had broken through the air resistance, its speed was staggering, and Li Zhiqiu was not allowed to dodge at all.

"Break it for me."

In the face of the sudden golden gun, Li Zhiqiu, who was in the air, was inflexible, he didn't have time to dodge, and he didn't want to dodge, so he faced it with a strong wind with both arms.

"Hmph."

Unlike standing on the ground, Li Zhiqiu, who had no way to borrow his strength, was knocked away by the powerful impact of the golden gun. It made several Jindan monks who had palpitations happy in their hearts.

Only when the monk reaches the Jindan stage can he stand in the air without the help of the power of the magic weapon.

Li Zhiqiu's cultivation is not more than the Dan period, even with the help of the power of the magic weapon, he can't move freely in the air, not to mention that he doesn't use the magic weapon at all now.

Unfortunately, the development of things was destined to disappoint them.

With the powerful momentum brought by the golden gun, Li Zhiqiu, who was not too injured, quickly appeared in front of another white-bearded monk, and smashed it with a punch with a strong wind.

Unsurprisingly, the two layers of cyan shields in front of the whitebeard monk broke in response. But a cyan tower-shaped magic weapon blocked his fist.

It was the natal magic weapon recalled by the white-bearded monk in time, the Aoki Pagoda.

"Buzz."

The delicate and simple shape of the small tower is turning drippingly. It emitted a cyan light, blocking Li Zhiqiu's fist.

At this moment, several magic weapons flew towards Li Zhiqiu one after another, and among them, there was a golden seal that was more than several zhang high, and it was bullied down from above with a powerful power.

I have to say that the reaction of several Jindan stage cultivators was extremely fast, and they found a way to deal with Li Zhiqiu in a short period of time.

"Hmph."

Blocked by a tower-shaped magic weapon, Li Zhiqiu, who was looking in all directions, did not stop, changed his direction with the impact force, and married an axe-shaped magic weapon.

The golden seal on his head and another ring-shaped magic weapon, Li Zhiqiu could feel that there was a restraining force on it, for him who had no power to borrow in the air, once he was entangled by these two magic weapons, the consequences would be unimaginable. Although the sharp power carried on the axe-shaped magic weapon is among the best among many magic weapons, Li Zhiqiu, who is strong in the flesh, is not afraid, and it is not that he has not fought before, and what he is not afraid of at this time is to fight hard.

"Ding."

After the right fist and the axe-shaped magic weapon exchanged blows once, Li Zhiqiu's figure did not stop at all, breaking through the binding power of the golden seal, and instantly appeared in front of a young man wearing a golden robe.

He is the owner of the Golden Seal.

There was no nonsense, Li Zhiqiu's fist was raised, and with a strong wind, he broke through several defenses in front of the other party, and by the way, absorbed a little spiritual power to replenish the lost divine power.

"Bang."

The feeling of being solid into the flesh came, and Li Zhiqiu's figure did not stay, and flew upside down again, flying towards another plainly dressed Taoist.

When Li Zhiqiu flew away, the figure of the man in the golden robe also flew to the ground at great speed, fortunately, his golden seal magic weapon caught him in time, but an obvious red fist mark was still visible on his face. The right cheek is slightly raised, and Rao is the recovery ability of the Jindan stage cultivation, and it can't be eliminated for a while.

With the crystallization of the divine soul, Li Zhiqiu truly realized the happiness of worry-free spiritual power.

Whether it is the power of the magic weapon, the spiritual power of others, or the power of the sun, the divine soul crystallization will be transformed into the divine power or spiritual power that Li Zhiqiu needs most, as long as it is not as strong as before, there is no need to worry about it under ordinary circumstances

It's just that without the power of the Jindan period, it is still Li Zhiqiu's shortcoming. Although his speed is extremely fast, he still can't change direction freely, and can only adjust his flight direction when fighting magic weapons.

However, in this immortal cultivation world, in terms of the control of power, no one can be around the zombie clan.

Whenever he collided with the magic weapon, Li Zhiqiu's fist would unconsciously fine-tune, so that the force of the recoil could aim his body at the rest of the Jindan stage cultivators, and there was almost no deviation.

For a while, Li Zhiqiu's figure flashed rapidly in the air, leaving rows of afterimages, and several magic weapons were unexpectedly useless.

The scattered cultivators watching on the ground had not yet recovered from the shock of Li Zhiqiu's attempt to test the magic weapon, so their eyes widened again, watching the scene of a Jindan period monk who was not strong in the air chasing the Jindan stage monk, and those Jindan stage monks with the power of volleys had no power to resist.

"Let's go."

With a wave of his sleeves, Lan Feng Zhenren turned around and left the Huangshan Mountain Range with hundreds of disciples under the Qingcheng Gate, and when he left, he glanced meaningfully at the figure flickering in the air.

I didn't expect that there would be such a newcomer in that clan, and they almost made them look away, and then stayed, provoking the old guy of the other party, it wouldn't be good-looking.

At the same time, the disciples of the Baicao and Tianshan factions, who were veteran of the Seven Great Sects, left without delay.

"Sect Master, the three sects of Qingcheng, Baicao, and Tianshan have left, and none of the disciples have stayed."

"I'll go back to the sect later."

Hearing the report of the disciples under his command, Yue Ruzhen looked up at the high-spirited young man, and then at the figures of the three factions in the distance, and gave an order directly.

As the new Seven Great Sects of the Bashu Sword Sect for less than a hundred years, they are not only among the major factions because of their occasional immortal fate, but more importantly, their sect masters are all people who judge the situation and size up the situation, otherwise the Bashu Sword Sect would have been submerged in the vast immortal cultivation realm.

After the Bashu Sword Sect left, the remaining three factions of the seven major factions, Lingyun, Wudang, and Emei, left subsequently. To be able to occupy a place in this fiercely competitive immortal cultivation world, the heads of the seven major factions are not easy people, and they will never ignore the future of the sect because of temporary gains and losses.

What's more, they didn't leave Huangshan immediately, but they just had the intention of trying it out, after all, they were different from scattered cultivators, and they would definitely not easily offend the two realms that had accumulated for thousands of years without full certainty.

And the departure of the seven major sects also took away many small and medium-sized sects attached to them, and the stunned scattered cultivators would not find that there were already many monks around.

"It's boring."

Watching the groups of monks leave, the handsome young man took a sip of the wine in his hand and said lightly.

"It's not very good, it saves you and my hands from getting dirty."

"Okay, okay, but then don't let these people go. Black One, Black Nine ......"

Facing the benevolence of the woman surnamed Yue, the handsome young man responded helplessly, but his eyes were cold, and he turned his head and ordered.

"No." (To be continued......)