Xuanqing just wants to cultivate well.

However, the trees want to be quiet and the wind does not stop.

On this day, Xuan Qing walked out of the cave and just walked to the Xingyue Cliff, but saw several women in red blocking the way.

"Stop!"

Those women all had red lips and white teeth, but there was a strong murderous aura in their eyebrows.

Xuan Qing glanced at the clothes of those people, such a gorgeous red, he had seen it more than once, it was a shirt that only a hundred flowers could have.

Xuan Qing tested their cultivation for a while, and the tenth layer of condensation qi was at the same level as himself.

However, the Hundred Flowers Sect is very good at using poison, and there are five of them in their group, and one battle of five people is definitely not to be underestimated.

"What?"

Xuan Qing said unhurriedly, the long sword in his hand was still in the scabbard, and he had not pulled it out.

"You're Xuanqing?"

"Exactly. ”

"Take your life!" Hearing Xuan Qing's promise, several people almost simultaneously pulled out their bright long swords and pointed at Xuan Qing.

Xuan Qing stood a foot away from them at this time, his eyes swept over them, and he said faintly:

"Let's go, I don't like killing women. ”

After Xuan Qing finished speaking, he walked towards the Star Moon Cliff, and he didn't seem to take them into account at all.

For Xuanqing's attitude, the woman who spoke felt extremely humiliated, several of them came with the determination to die, who knew that this guy didn't even look at them, in Xuanqing's heart, they were not even opponents, and they became women worthy of the name!

It's so unpleasant to be ignored.

Woman, is your name weakling?

The woman at the head was indignant, "Arrogance!"

With a shout, he drew his sword and rushed out. Stabbed at Xuanqing's heart.

Xuan Qing didn't turn around, he felt a cool sword intent behind him, grabbed it with one hand, and grabbed the woman's wrist the next moment, forcing the woman to look at him.

"I don't know what to do!"

Xuan Qing shouted angrily and shook the woman's wrist fiercely, and the woman was thrown a foot away, and she took a few steps back before she stabilized her figure.

"That's a lot of wrist strength. ”

Xuan Qing only made a slight move, and the woman was thrown out of the room.

The woman was annoyed and angry, when had she suffered such humiliation, and suddenly took another step out, slashing at Xuan Qing, and the rest of them also stepped forward one after another, putting on a posture, and firmly locked Xuan Qing in it.

Xuan Qing had to make a move.

"Don't push me. ”

Xuan Qing looked at those people coldly.

"I'm going to force you!"

Several women pressed forward step by step, and Xuan Qing had no choice but to put his sword out. The sword flickered, and it was a ball with those people.

Brush!

The woman in red drew her sword and cut a hole in Xuan Qing's clothes.

Xuan Qing only felt a sudden pain in his shoulder and arm, and when he looked down, he saw that a bloody hole had been cut.

The blood in the mouth of the blood surged, and the blood quickly turned black and purple, and then, Xuan Qing's arm quickly swollen.

"Toxic. ”

Xuanqing hurriedly closed the acupuncture points, and his body was as steady as a mountain.

The next moment, there was a furious flame in his eyes, and the phantom snow swept out wildly, and a sword pierced into the heart of the woman just now!

Poof!

The sword peeked out of the woman's back, and with a surging hatred, it was over with a single sword.

Seeing that this woman was killed by Xuan Qing's sword, the rest of the people trembled in their hearts.

But there was no fear in their eyes, only endless indifference.

"Take your life!"

The rest of the women rushed over one after another and stabbed Xuan Qing fiercely. The four sword lights flashed in unison, and Xuan Qing quickly flew up, and the Du Phantom Snow Sword was angry at the people around him, and those people suddenly stiffened.

Everyone had an extra wound in their throat, and finally they fell out in unison.

Looking at the several corpses lying on the ground, Xuan Qing couldn't help but wonder for a while.

Xuan Qing looked at the corpse on the ground and was thinking.

It's strange that the enemies of the **** in recent years seem to be concentrating on recruiting the mountain gate.

Just as he was about to leave, he saw a black shadow flickering and approaching him at a rapid pace.

No way.

Xuan Qing took a breath, watching the figure get closer and closer, he felt an extremely powerful murderous aura.

It was the coercion that killed everything, from far and near, and was moving closer to him step by step.

The black shadow suddenly stopped a few feet away from him, and the man was dressed in black, and under the black hood, there was a handsome and pale face, looking at Xuan Qing coldly.

"You're Xuanqing?"

"Exactly. ”

Xuan Qing replied boldly.

When the man heard him answer, he drew his knife out from behind his back.

"Then let it be death. ”

After speaking, he was about to cut it with a long knife.

Xuan Qing didn't have time to ask more, he waved the Phantom Snow Sword in his hand, and when there was a loud sound, the two swords struck each other, flashing the debut firelight.

The man's strong sword aura forced him back a few steps.

"Friend, we don't think we've seen each other, why are you taking my life?"

Xuan Qing interjected while waving the Phantom Snow Sword in his hand dangly.

The man in black stirred the long sword in his hand fiercely, Xuan Qing only felt a sore wrist, and when there was a loud bang, the Phantom Snow Sword fell to the ground.

If you look closely, there is already a hole in the blade.

"That's a lot of strength!"

Xuan Qing couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart. He tried to feel the other party's cultivation with his divine sense, and as soon as his divine sense was released, he was beaten back.

The person who can beat the opponent's divine sense back must be above the twelfth layer of condensation, and Xuan Qing should be at the thirteenth layer of condensation based on the combat power shown by this guy, completely surpassing him by two levels.

Under the strong attack of the other party, his Jiaolong Kill had no chance to release it at all.

That person made one move after another, constantly attacking Xuan Qing, Xuan Qing's cultivation was already under that person, and under such a powerful attack, it was inevitable that he would be powerless.

For a while, he only had the ability to parry and lost the strength to fight back.

"Kill!"

The man shouted again, and a sword came, and the sword in Xuanqing's hand was picked off. The palm of his hand was suddenly empty, and he saw the Phantom Snow Sword flying out more than ten zhang away, Xuan Qing blinked his eyes a few times, but it was powerless.

At such a long distance, it was impossible for him to raise his hand to take it, but the magic power of taking things from the air could not reach that far.

Attack with your bare hands!

After lasting more than a dozen breaths, the other party suddenly became impatient, and he seemed to want to rush to solve such a battle, and the strength in his hand was even stronger. ＼

"Big Buddha rubbing!"

Xuan Qing's subsistence suddenly condensed five palm prints, and with a vigorous push of both hands, he quickly released it towards the man in black!

Dangdang, dangdang!

After the sound of the Daoist sounded, the rubbing of the Big Buddha was quickly released in the air.

With a bang, there was a violent twist in the air, exploding countless ripples,

The man in black tried to escape, but it was too late.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and Xuan Qing and the man in black flew backwards at the same time!!

The two of them were respectively collapsed by the huge palm wind and fell a few feet away.

The man in black suddenly felt a pain in his chest, and spurted out a mouthful of fresh blood.

"Impossible...... How can you hurt yourself?......"

The man in black coughed a few times, covering his chest that had been blown open by the flesh and blood, he thought that everything was under control, and it only took a few moves to put Xuan Qing to death, but he didn't think that Xuan Qing would not hesitate to hurt himself, and he also chose to resist stubbornly.

The man burst out laughing:

"Boy, it's useless, my injury is nothing. But for you, it is the wound that is so big that it is hindering the operation of your meridians. ”

The man smiled insolently again.

"Boy, your fourth phase has arrived. ”

As he spoke, the man walked towards Xuan Qing, the long sword in his hand raised high.

Where was Xuan Qing willing to stop there, his body moved, and he wanted to stand up, but he couldn't do it.

The man in black is right, this big Buddha rubbing hurt the man in black at the same time, but also hurt himself, the man in black's cultivation is higher than him, and his resistance to the palm print is stronger.

But the same attack power, for Xuan Qing, is almost deadly.

Xuan Qing has always been a person who does not want to die, and it is even more difficult for him to wait for death obediently than to ascend to the sky.

He gritted his teeth and struggled, and walked towards the Phantom Snow Sword that landed not far away, the man in black looked at him with a strange look, as if looking at a struggling prey, and was not in a hurry to attack, just waiting for Xuan Qing to pick up the sword, and then he was lucky with the sword, and his body rose violently, stabbing towards Xuan Qing.

Burst!

Xuan Qing struggled to block, and the sword light struck a few inches away from him, the sword light flashed, and Xuan Qing almost mobilized all his true qi to resist this sword.

The black-clothed man's attack was blocked, and seeing that Xuan Qing's face was pale, he knew that it was already a physical exhaustion, so he hurriedly withdrew, accumulated enough true qi, and rushed towards Xuan Qing again.

Just as the sword light was about to approach him, a long blue figure fell from the sky, and the man repelled the attack of the man in black with three swords and two swords. Seeing that the situation was not good, the man in black immediately fled with his sword wrapped in his sword.

The sword black clothes fled, and the blue figure walked towards Xuan Qing with concern.

"Fourth junior brother. How are you?"

Xuan Qing raised his eyes and looked over, the man in blue turned out to be Feishan.

Feishan had no contact with him, and he had also been in the ghost prison for two days because of Feishan, and the Feishan in front of him, although his expression was very concerned, Xuanqing didn't like it.

"I'm fine. ”

Xuan Qing struggled to get up from the ground, and was about to return to the Escape Cave.

"Where did anyone come from to find this?"

Feishan followed behind Xuanqing, asking as he walked.

"The people of the Oni Clan. ”

Xuan Qing's voice was hoarse, and his eyes said calmly.

In addition to cultivating in the past few years, he has a lot of enemies, and he has never concealed and taboo these.

Feishan's expression did not change, "Senior brother, it's better to be careful." After all, the time for the sect master to teach Dafa was approaching. ”

Xuan Qing answered, not speaking.

The two of them were already standing at the door of the Xiaoyao Cave Mansion at this time, the tall stone door slowly opened, and Xuan Qing and Feishan walked in one after another.

Feishan came to the small cave for the first time.

When he saw the centerstone, his gaze was startled for a moment, and then his gaze calmed down.

Xuan Qing sat down on the centering stone, slowly operating the true qi in his body, which was used to repair the damage in the battle just now.

Monks are the most vulnerable to injury, and each one has a set of self-healing methods, and Xuan Qing is no exception.