On the water vapor contained there, Qin Wen's eyes were clear, the Yanlong Spear in his hand emitted a dazzling cyan aura, and his eyes looked at the two people opposite him coldly.

The gray-shirted monk didn't expect that Qin Wen would get rid of his junior sister's magic bronze mirror, and in the six months they came out to practice, there were dozens of monks who inadvertently died under this bronze mirror, and the most powerful one was a monk who was a lower-level Xuanshi, and today he actually capsized in front of Qin Wen, a Xuantu monk.

However, the gray-shirted monk was not too panicked, after all, the realm of Qin Wen on the opposite side was lower than them, and Qin Wen could get rid of the illusion bronze mirror, which showed that he still had a magic weapon in his hand that could break the illusion, and the gray-shirted monk's eyes suddenly became hot.

The red-clothed girl next to her glanced at the gray-shirted monk hesitantly at this time, now that she has torn her face, there is nothing better to explain, the gray-shirted monk is lucky, and the flying sword in her hand suddenly shines red, and she looked at Qin Wen with disdain: "A mere Xuantu monk also wants to get his hands on the elixir, so wait for the next life." ”

At this time, Qin Wen, who was in a stable mood, also understood that today's battle could not be avoided, so he took the first step and stabbed the red-clothed girl with the Yanlong spear, he had already seen that the red-clothed girl had just entered the Xuanshi period, if he could use the Yuan Li of Canglong Jue to deal with the red-clothed girl first while preserving his strength.

The pair of gray-shirted monks still have a fight, in case the two of them cautiously fight a war of attrition with themselves, Zuihou must be the one who fails, and being able to defeat the girl in red first is also his only chance to survive now.

The cyan aura on the Yanlong spear rose suddenly, and the bronze mirror in the left hand of the red-clothed girl had not yet been put away, so she had to stretch out her right hand and take out her short dagger from the storage bag.

As soon as the cyan spear tip aura and the fiery red aura barrier came into contact, it broke through the foot-thick barrier like a crack, and the gray-shirted monk next to him was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but lose his voice and said, "Body refining monk." ”

Before the words fell, his flying sword pierced Qin Wen's heart, and at this time, he also knew that even if he added defense to his junior sister, he might not be able to resist the attack of the body refining cultivator, but it was better to attack Qin Wen directly, forcing him to return to defend himself.

Although Qin Wen had already sensed the position of the flying sword attacking his heart, he couldn't give up the opportunity to gain the upper hand this time, his body twisted in a strange posture to avoid the vital point, and his hands held the Yanlong spear steadily and stabbed at the red-clothed girl without any slowness.

The cyan gun shadow stirred, the red barrier spread out instantly, and with a crisp "clanging bell", the short dagger of the girl in red fell to the ground, looking at the powerful gun shadow approaching her body, the eyes of the girl in red were frightened, and in a hurry, she also greeted the wooden box held in her left hand.

"Poof", the gray-shirted monk's flying sword also stabbed Qin Wen's ribs, and the cold pain stimulated Qin Wen even more, ignoring the trauma caused by the flying sword, his eyes were red and he shouted, and another layer of strength was added to the handle of the gun, and the cyan light was great.

The bronze mirror in the wooden box was smashed into pieces by the tip of the gun, and in the panic, the girl in red just turned around, the Yanlong spear in Qin Wen's hand was picked, and the wooden box was also thrown out a few feet away, and the aura of the tip of the gun directly shattered her dantian, and she screamed miserably, and fell softly on the stone under her feet.

The gray-shirted monk didn't expect Qin Wen to fight so hard, and when he heard the screams of the girl in red, he hurriedly said, "Senior sister." As soon as the skill in his hand was introduced, the flying sword swiped sideways and came out of Qin Wen's ribs.

Qin Wen returned his gun at this time to block another attack of the gray-shirted monk, although the wound cut by the sword just now was shocking, and the blood gushing outward, it did not bring fatal damage to Qin Wen.

The gray-shirted monk's flying sword stabbed densely around Qin Wen, and the layers of sword shadows had already wrapped Qin Wen inside, but Qin Wen also relieved himself at this time, and the Yanlong spear in his hand was also divided into a green area, struggling to resist the gray-shirted monk's attack.

The gray-shirted monk saw that Qin Wen had been trapped in the shadow of the sword, so he still shouted loudly to the red-clothed girl, after a few shouts from the junior sister, the red-clothed girl did not have the slightest reaction, which suddenly made the gray-shirted monk a little frightened, the girl is his master's only daughter, if there is really something long, two short, even if he kills Qin Wen, it is estimated that he will not be able to escape the heavy responsibility when he returns to the mountain.

Thinking of this, he looked at Qin Wen's face and gradually became hideous, he didn't realize that Qin Wen was a body refining cultivator, this was a serious negligence, and now that his senior sister was also killed in Qin Wen's hands, he couldn't wait to directly break Qin Wen's body into pieces.

And Qin Wen was struggling to support at this time, the gray-shirted monk was obviously a sword cultivator, and the sword skills he practiced were several times more exquisite than ordinary monks outside the sect, and it could also be said that Qin Wen had encountered the most difficult opponent to deal with so far.

The sword wound under the ribs was torn apart with the moves, and his physical strength was gradually a little powerless in the loss of blood, Qin Wen knew that if he continued to suffer like this, he would die under the flying sword of the gray-shirted monk sooner or later, and it seemed that he could only see the opportunity to fight hard.

The stone wall in the cave was shaking with aura, and the stone blocks were falling on the xiangxia side, and the hot blood lotus in the hot spring pool gradually emitted a fragrant fragrance, which was already a sign that it was about to open and mature.

After another half a pillar of incense, Qin Wen saw that the gray-shirted monk's flying sword was still rigorous, and knew that he couldn't wait any longer, so he was in a horizontal heart, and the Yan Dragon spear was raised, and he flew back to the stones in the hot spring, and with this retreat, two more hideous sword wounds were added to his back.

The gray-shirted monk was also red-eyed at this time, he would never let go of Qin Wen, so he chased after him, after nearly half an hour of fighting, he had gradually figured out the bottom of Qin Wen, although Qin Wen was a body refining monk, but under his own skilled sword skills, there was still a big gap.

What's more, Qin Wen was still injured and bleeding, and now he should be at the end of his crossbow when he retreated, as long as he didn't give him a chance to breathe, it was estimated that within a dozen moves, he would be able to cut him under the sword to vent the hatred in his heart.

Just when he was flying in hot pursuit, Qin Wen was ready to fight to the death at this time, turned around and fused the Nine Turns Yanyang Jue and Canglong Jue's exercises, and the two spiritual powers of different colors converged on the Yanlong Lance, and suddenly, the aura of the spear body expanded more than three times, and rushed straight towards the gray-shirted monk.

The gray-shirted monk suddenly felt an aura of desolation, and his heart was shocked, and he also knew that he could not resist, so he immediately stopped his flying steps, turned around and flew towards the outside of the cave.

However, the space in the cave was limited, and his movements were still half a beat slower, and the dragon-shaped aura on the Qinwen spear slapped heavily on his back, and the violent aura poured out at once when it came into contact with the gray-shirted monk, and the rolled up gravel roared with the gray-shirted monk towards the entrance of the cave.

It flew more than three feet away, and then the gray-shirted monk was directly slapped on a prominent stone wall, and the Yanlong spear that followed it also directly submerged into his body, directly piercing into about half of the body of the stone wall, and the handle of the gun behind it was still "buzzing" and trembling.

At this time, Qin Wen's body has reached the limit, and the vitality in the dantian is basically exhausted, and he can't control his body at all, his whole body is weak, and he lies on his back on the stones on the hot spring, except for his head and neck, almost his whole body is soaked in the hot spring, and the milky white spring water nearby is also dyed a faint red.

The gray-shirted monk who was stabbed on the stone wall moved slightly at this time, holding a jade slip in his hand, looked out of the cave in despair, and crushed the jade slip with all his strength, and a spiritual light suddenly appeared, and then disappeared without a trace, and the gray-shirted monk's fingers hung down weakly, and the shattered jade powder fell into the chaos of stones below.

These were clearly seen by Qin Wen, who was lying on his back, and he also understood that the gray-shirted monk was transmitting the message of the death of the two, but Qin Wen was powerless to stop it, so he had to watch him finish making a move.

After the jade slip shattered, Qin Wen knew that he was not really safe, and the person summoned by the gray-shirted monk might rush to the cave at any time, and he needed to leave as soon as possible.

The problem of sword wounds on his body is not too serious, as long as he recovers some vitality first, and can take out the elixir from his storage silk sac, everything will be easy, thinking of this, Qin Wen tried his best to run the Nine Turns of Flame Yang Technique, accumulating the aura that entered the dantian.

After half a pillar of incense, Qin Wen was finally able to raise his hand, took out a Xuan-level mid-grade pill from the storage silk sac, put it in his mouth, and his vitality began to recover normally, and then he was not in a hurry to cross his knees to breathe, but continued to take out the elixir for treating trauma from the storage silk sac.

Slowly lifted his body from the hot spring, because the ribs were through the wound, Qin Wen directly took off the outer robe, twisted the pill into powder and sprinkled it on the wound, and then tore off the cloth strip and bandaged it, and a few scratches on his back were beyond his reach, but fortunately, those wounds were not deep, and Qin Wen could still hold on for a while.

After everything was cleaned up, Qin Wen looked at the wound under his ribs, and couldn't help but smile bitterly, the last time he was stabbed by Jiao Peng on the Double Tiger Platform was on the right side, and this time it was on the left side, but he didn't expect that within two months, he would be stabbed in both ribs.

Changing into the clothes in the storage silk bag, Qin Wen breathed slightly, slowly got up and walked out of the hot spring, now that the Flame Blood Lotus has reached the time when it is about to bloom, he is ready to take this opportunity to take away the storage bag of the two gray-shirted monks, and the spiritual objects inside cannot be left in the cave in vain.

After checking that the two of them had confirmed their deaths, Qin Wen smoothly untied the storage bag of the two, and now was not the time to check the spiritual objects in the storage bag, Qin Wen just casually put the storage bag on his waist, and then walked to the hot spring again.

At this time, there was a soft sound under his feet, feeling that he should have touched something, Qin Wen looked down and couldn't help but be stunned.