"Bundle!"

However, at this moment, the red silk in the hands of the middle-aged female cultivator rolled violently, wrapped in all directions, and continued to shrink towards He Renlin in the middle.

In just a few breaths, the red silk formed an impermeable ball, enveloping He Renlin's whole person in it.

This is not over, the middle-aged female cultivator continued to urge the red silk to make the ball formed by the red silk shrink continuously, and she planned to strangle herself directly in the red ball.

However, after the red ball formed by the red silk shrank to the size of one zhang, the middle-aged female cultivator could not continue to shrink the red silk ball.

And a cold sweat appeared on her face, as if she was struggling with something.

And the ball wrapped in red silk constantly flickered with sword light, and each stroke made the red ball deform violently, and it seemed that something was about to break through from it in the next moment.

And the middle-aged female cultivator felt the resistance coming from inside Hong Aya, and the expression on her face became more and more solemn, and drops of cold sweat continued to drip down.

"Hurry up, I can't trap him for long." The middle-aged nun said sharply.

She was only practicing the sixth layer of qi, and she could only use the red silk magic weapon in her hand to besiege the other party for a moment.

And looking at the degree of resistance, it may be shorter than she expected. That's why I will urge Lao Dao to do it.

Lao Dao also understood this truth, and nodded solemnly.

Now he has also discovered that something is wrong, and the methods and moves of these two people have a context to be found.

And it is also the eighth level of Qi training, but the other party gives him the feeling that he is much higher than him at the same level.

In particular, the golden sword qi made him feel faintly uneasy, this was not like the exercises that ordinary casual cultivation could obtain.

It's not from a cultivator family, of course, there is another possibility that the current old Dao doesn't dare to think about it.

Under the urging of the middle-aged female cultivator, Lao Dao let the magic sword in his hand levitate in front of him, and a large amount of mana was poured into the sword body.

The next moment, the magic sword immediately spun at high speed, and a halo of light attached to it.

"Die!" With Lao Dao's roar, the magic sword turned into a streamer of light and shot out, straight into the ball formed by the red silk.

……

At the same time, facing two seventh-level Qi cultivators, Li Qing was not afraid, and at the moment of the fight, he used the lamp to conjure two fire snakes to fight with the gray-robed monk, while he himself carried the Liuyun Sword and faced the burly monk holding the purple gold hammer.

But as soon as he handed over the burly monk, Li Qing felt a little frightened.

This person's strength is amazing, and he danced the purple gold hammer with both hands to smash it down, and Li Qing felt very difficult to block it with his sword, and his whole person even sank down.

The soles of his feet sank into the dirt on the ground, which showed the strength of the burly monk's blow.

"We must not be it, let alone be held back by it." It's just that in an instant, Li Qing made a judgment, it's not that he can't solve the burly monk, but he can't solve the other party in a short time.

Unless Li Qing uses the illusion sword technique, it is still the illusion sword technique that mobilizes the mana of the whole body.

But that will not help the battle situation at all, but will be picked up because of the exhaustion of mana.

Thinking about this, Li Qing decided to change his target and deal with the gray-robed monk first.

So Li Qing pushed his arms upwards with force, and the Liuyun Sword shook the purple gold hammer on his head and retreated.

Under Li Qing's control, the two fire snakes quickly turned around and wrapped around the burly monk, and Li Qing turned to attack the gray-robed monk.

Compared to the burly monk, this gray-robed monk is obviously weaker.

Not only does he not have the great strength of a burly monk, but his swordsmanship is even more commonplace.

It may be able to encourage support in dealing with ordinary battles, but it is a little powerless in the face of such a life-and-death fight.

Li Qing caught the gray-robed monk off guard when he hit him with a set of moves.

Finding this situation, Li Qing knew that the opportunity was rare, so he decided to increase the intensity of his attack and hit the advantage first to kill the gray-robed monk.

After all, the two fire snakes were only comparable to the strength of the sixth layer of qi training, and they couldn't hold on to the burly monk of the eighth layer of qi cultivation for how long.

Seven or eight fireball talismans were thrown at the gray-robed monk to disrupt the other party's line of sight, and Li Qing followed closely with the Flowing Cloud Sword.

At the same time, several silver-white sword qi were slashed out to block the space where the gray robe was hiding, and the next moment, the sword qi on the Liuyun Sword in Li Qing's hand continued to converge, and soon condensed into a silver giant sword phantom appeared.

However, considering that the gray robe only has a seventh-layer cultivation of qi, its strength is also very good. Therefore, Li Qing did not pour too much mana into the Liuyun Sword.

Therefore, the silver giant sword conjured by the Phantom Sword Technique was only one-third the size of the bamboo forest.

But even so, the momentum of the silver giant sword was also amazing, and a fierce sense of oppression approached the gray-robed monk.

"Give me death!"

The gray-robed monk was first obscured by the smoke and dust from the explosion of the fireball talisman, and then was temporarily sealed by several sword qi to dodge the space left and right.

So when the smoke and dust cleared, the gray-robed monk saw a huge silver sword shadow appear in front of him.

"No!"

The gray-robed monk was horrified, and his face was terrified.

He wanted to dodge but the silver greatsword had already arrived, so he had no choice but to raise the magic sword in his hand to block it, and then watched as the silver greatsword attacked him.

"Big brother!" The burly monk holding the purple gold hammer was amazing, and with the purple gold hammer of the astonishing weight of his hands, he hammered the two fire snakes to the ground.

Just as he was about to rush to the aid of the gray-robed monk, he saw the picture of Li Qing condensing the silver giant sword and killing the gray-robed monk.

Surprised, he immediately swung his round arm and smashed one of the purple gold hammers in his hand at Li Qing.

At the same time, he held another purple gold hammer and rushed towards Li Qing in stride.

And Li Qing had already noticed it when the fire snake collapsed, so when the purple gold hammer flew at high speed with the sound of whirring wind and smashed into his back.

Li Qing threw out an object behind him without looking back, it was the umbrella.

The next moment, the umbrella unfolded in the air, and the brilliance of the umbrella surface flowed to block the purple gold hammer smashed at high speed.

However, the umbrella itself was smashed to the side by the tremendous force carried by the Purple Gold Hammer.

Li Qing didn't care about this, and he himself continued to swing the silver giant sword at the gray-robed monk.

Although the gray-robed man tried his best to resist, it was still to no avail, and the whole person flew out upside down like a broken kite, slamming heavily on the rock wall of the cave, and blood immediately gushed out from his mouth and nose.

Li Qing even heard a few crisp sounds of bones breaking, and then fell from the rock wall to the ground, his breath quickly withering and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"You're looking for death!" Behind him came the heart-rending roar of the burly monk.

A strong wind had already reached behind him, and Li Qing was shocked into a cold sweat.

He didn't expect the burly monk to come so quickly, and he didn't have time to confirm the condition of the gray-robed monk who fell to the ground, Li Qing immediately turned around to meet the burly monk behind him.

However, as soon as Li Qing raised his sword to block, the purple gold hammer smashed down fiercely, colliding with the Liuyun Sword.

The burly monk's blow carried anger, and he almost used all his strength.

The purple gold hammer was also full of light, obviously a full blow.

In addition to the burly monk's own huge strength, the purple gold hammer also weighed hundreds of catties.

Therefore, this blow was very ferocious, Li Qing's legs were smashed directly into the dirt, and the Liuyun Sword could not bear the pressure and bent down, and there was a risk of breaking at any time.

If it weren't for the fact that Li Qing's mana was far stronger and purer than that of a monk of the same level, and the cultivation of the Qianyuan Sword Code had improved his physical fitness a lot, I am afraid it would be difficult to take this hammer.

But even so, a trace of blood still overflowed from the corner of Li Qing's mouth, and he was injured.

However, after the burly monk smashed it with a hammer, he saw that although Li Qing was deflated, he was still intact, and when he thought of his eldest brother's current appearance, he suddenly became nameless, and smashed it down again with a round and huge purple gold hammer.

"I'll hammer you to death!"