In a bamboo building, more than a dozen monks gathered, sitting on seats on both sides.

Sitting on the main seat in the center was a burly middle-aged male cultivator with a face of about forty years old.

It's the Dark Wizard.

He was discussing the trade of the elixir of rejuvenation with the monks of the other four villages.

But at this moment, his smiling face suddenly changed.

The other monks naturally noticed the change in the expression of the black sorcerer, but before they could ask about the specific situation, the black sorcerer did not say a word, and the whole person turned into a strange light and rushed towards the mountain peak.

--- he actually sensed that the shackles he had imposed on the deer demon had been broken.

If it weren't for that deer demon, how could there be such a situation where all the major villages had to be carefully served in front of him, seeking to buy the "Rejuvenation Elixir"?

The little deer demon beast, for him, is a cornucopia and a cash cow, and there is no room for loss!

Therefore, the first time he discovered the mutation, he almost didn't hesitate or think, he just desperately rushed back.

"Gotta catch up!" The black wizard was anxious.

If the unknown monk who broke into his cave was fast enough to quickly escape with the deer demon, the three thousand mountains were so big, how could he find the deer demon when he arrived?

There were many thoughts in his heart, but his speed was indeed very fast, and he was not very far away, but after twenty breaths, the black wizard had already rushed outside his cave.

"This is?!" Looking at the intact prohibition in the cave, the black wizard was a little incredulous.

Now is not the time to think about that.

With a wave of his hand, the ban was lifted, and he hurriedly entered the cave, wanting to find out the specific situation.

At the moment of entering the cave.

Call!

A shining sword light rose out of thin air.

The black wizard secretly said that it was not good, but the movements of his hands were extremely fast.

In an instant, a faint green light flashed above his flesh.

Rumble!

The sword light collided with the green light, and the spiritual light spilled out.

The figure of the black wizard was shocked and flew out upside down under this blow.

But the offensive is not over.

Boom Boom!

A sword light rushed up, with a deafening sonic boom, dazzling flames, soaring into the sky, with the sharp sword qi, like a dragon chasing and killing the black wizard.

It seems that he is preparing to pierce the black wizard through the heart with a sword in mid-air.

The person who made the move was naturally waiting for Lu Qingshan, who was waiting for the return of the Wushao Wizard.

Between raising his hands and feet, Lu Qingshan first took advantage of the Wushao Wizard's panic to ambush and grab a first move, knocking the Wushao Wizard away, and then using the power of the flying sword to chase and kill the Wushao Wizard who had fallen into a passive situation.

A very effective set of combos.

The black wizard looked at the flying sword that shot at it, and only felt a cold swish on his back, and the cold air kept rising.

The flying sword was in the air, and in the midst of it, there was a terrifying killing intent revealed, forming a terrifying and destructive atmosphere.

"The power of artistic conception!" The Wushao wizard exclaimed in his heart, although he didn't have the ability to master the power of artistic conception, but after all, he was a Jindan monk, and he still had this bit of eyesight.

The foundation of witch cultivation is actually a combination of physical cultivation and poison art, so just now he was attacked by Lu Qingshan, although he was extremely embarrassed, but he was not seriously injured.

But the flying sword in front of him was completely different from the sword just now, because it was actually attached to it with a conscious intention.

The power of artistic conception is subtle, even if he is physically strong, he does not dare to defend it.

The black wizard was ruthless, patted the spirit beast bag hanging on his waist, and between the spiritual power, hundreds of jet-black poisonous snakes appeared.

Like a dark cloud, these poisonous snakes spat scarlet snake letters, made a piercing sound, and pounced on the flying dragon sparrow sword.

Snort!

The poisonous snake wrapped itself around the sword shadow as if it were dead, but the flames that burst out from the dragon sparrow sword made the sound of being roasted from these poisonous snakes.

Bang!

The next moment, under the intense flame burning, the snake bodies of these poisonous snakes actually expanded rapidly, suddenly bursting open, and turned into a foul of poisonous gas.

These poisonous gases quickly enveloped the Dragon Bird Sword.

Under the wrapping of poisonous gas, the flying sword seemed to fall into a swamp, its speed plummeted, and the spiritual power on the sword body was constantly reduced.

Looking at the flying sword that had stopped, the black wizard was in pain.

Don't look at the hundreds of poisonous snakes with a wave of his hand, he looks like he has a big hand, but in fact, every poisonous snake has to go through at least twenty years of cultivation, which has cost him a lot of energy and financial resources.

Of course, the poisonous snake that was cultivated with such effort should have been able to be used for a long time, and it would become stronger and stronger.

But now, in order to resist this flying sword with the power of artistic conception, he can only endure the pain and treat it as a consumable, and decades of energy will be burned.

After spending such a huge price and stopping the first wave of attack of the flying sword, the black sorcerer finally saw the face of the monk who attacked him clearly for the first time.

It was a very young-looking male cultivator with a grim expression and a solemn gaze.

Lu Qingshan was also looking at the black sorcerer.

A monk in the late Jindan period? Sure enough, it's a bit of a means.

Lu Qingshan said secretly in his heart.

Although it was only a faint level of killing sword intent, the flying sword under the blessing of this wisp of sword intent was still soaring from seven times the speed of sound to twelve times the speed of sound, and with the fire element damage attached to the dragon sparrow sword itself, the power was amazing.

This is the power of artistic conception, and it is also the reason why it will become the most important criterion for judging the combat power of high-level monks.

After seeing the cultivation of the Wushao Wizard clearly, Lu Qingshan's heart had a better grasp.

His current realm is only in the early stage of Jindan, but in terms of spiritual power and divine sense, he is no different from the monks in the later stage of Jindan.

As for the means of spells, he believed that most of the sword cultivators in the late stage of Jindan would not be able to defeat him.

Therefore, the Wushao Wizard in the later stage of Jindan was by no means an invincible opponent for him.

"Who are you? Why is it in my cave? The black wizard asked in a cold voice with a gloomy face.

Sou!

It's just that what he didn't expect was that the young monk in front of him didn't intend to talk to him at all, and the Dragon Sparrow Sword turned into a red light again, rushing towards him.

He is already a mortal man, so why talk nonsense with him!

Click, click......

The black sorcerer's face changed abruptly, and the spiritual power in his body quickly shook, and a tooth-souring voice sounded.

The muscles on his body were knotted, and the strange scale armor like snake scales grew wildly all over his body, and in an instant, it covered most of his body, and even his face was also covered with blue-black snake scales, which was extremely terrifying.

The flying sword struck the black wizard in the chest, and his underwear immediately shattered, followed by the layer of snake scales.

Boom!

The two collided, and sparks splashed everywhere.

The Dragon's Sparrow Sword continued to hum and shoot, and the flames were intertwined, forming a terrifying net of heaven and earth, dense and dense, enveloping the black wizard.