The flames flew, like a jumping elf, circled around Li Yong's neck, and the flesh of his neck suddenly became charred.

Xiang Kui was stunned for a moment, he didn't remember that the person in front of him had learned the fire blade technique, in his impression, this person's qualifications were average, and he was also an earth spirit root.

Soon, he reacted, looked around, and by the way, exuded his meager spiritual sense, but he didn't sense anything.

Most likely Zhang Yuanhao is here! I don't know where to hide and watch secretly!

"You can't kill me!"

After using the ancient shield to block three or four fierce attacks, Ouyang Shuo's spiritual power had already begun to stretch. Finally, a small low-level magic weapon wooden hammer slipped around the ancient shield under the urging of a sixth-layer Qi cultivator, and bombarded Ouyang Shuo's lower abdomen.

"Wow!"

Ouyang Shuo was only a newcomer to the sixth layer of Qi Training, and immediately a mouthful of blood spurted out, and his breath withered.

The vicissitudes of life suddenly lost its luster and fell straight from the air.

"No, don't kill me, my father is Ouyang Yan! I can give you a lot of spirit stones, I can give you exercises, don't kill me!"

Ouyang Shuo's voice was a little desperate, he didn't have much spiritual power, and he desperately controlled the standard flying sword under him, trying to escape.

Without the resistance of the ancient shield, the blue light in the hands of a fifth-layer qi practitioner was sheng, and it instantly condensed into a wind blade, which was the size of an adult's palm, and the dark blue color was like the sickle of death, and in an instant, it cut through the sky and caught up with Ouyang Shuo, who was desperately escaping.

Swish!

Without the slightest struggle, Ouyang Shuo was split in half by the volley, and his dead eyes were split from the middle by the sharp wind blade, which was very miserable.

Storage bags!

Xiang Kui's eyes lit up, and he waited for this moment.

Although Ouyang Shuo was only a sixth-level Qi cultivator, he was the son of an elder of the Lingguang Sect!

The figure rose in the air, and a low-level flying sword instantly appeared under his feet, and Xiang Kui was like a predatory vulture and swooped straight at Ouyang Shuo's corpse.

See!

The storage bag hung on the waist of the corpse, and the bloodstained cloth bag seemed to Xiang Kui to be a treasure with golden light.

As for Zhang Yuanhao's words, he had already been left far behind, after all, he had all the things in his hands, and if he grabbed Ouyang Shuo's storage bag, he was ready to run away.

People have run away, who are you looking for?

At this moment, a swarthy shuttle shot like lightning towards the corpse in front of Xiang Kui, so fast that even Xiang Kui didn't react.

It wasn't until the shuttle nailed the storage bag and flew away out of thin air that Xiang Kui became furious.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the storage bag that flew away, Xiang Kui's chest felt stuffy, but he quickly thought of something, and immediately turned back and picked up the fallen magic weapon ancient shield.

It's not too much of a loss!

Xiang Kui comforted himself. As for Li Yong's storage bag, it had already been taken away by Zhang Yuanhao, and then it was replaced with a new one at some point, but the contents made everyone a little speechless.

You are also a fifth-level Qi cultivator, how can you be inferior to a person who has just cultivated in the storage bag, there are only a few spirit stones alone, and you don't even have a decent bottle of elixir.

After cleaning the battlefield, everyone talked and laughed, and prepared to leave.

Suddenly—

"He Fangxiaoxiao, dare to kill my Lingguang Sect disciple!"

A burst of heavy shouting rang like a bell, and it came from afar.

Xiang Kui and the others stared at it, and a fiery red streamer fell like a meteor, with a majestic momentum, and struck straight here.

"It's a master of the Aura Sect!" someone screamed.

Xiang Kui's face changed drastically.

"Die!"

A sword qi several zhang long swept across a piece, flying sand and stones, and the two monks in the middle of Qi cultivation were cut into two sections by Qi Brush.

"It's not good! I don't want this Zhang Yuanhao to be so ruthless!" Xiang Kui felt bitter in his heart, frantically urging the spiritual power in his body, and the flying sword under his feet was like lightning, fleeing into the distance.

Seeing that Xiang Kui had fled, all the cultivators looked at each other, and then they also took off their swords and fled desperately in all directions.

"Where are you going!"

On the fiery red sword light, Zhang Yuanhao's palm shook, and a fiery fireball the size of a human head shot out, burning a monk who fled to the dense forest with a sword into a piece of flying ashes, and the spiritual power rolled back, and there was an extra storage bag in his hand.

"Lingguang sent an immortal to spare my life!

Someone saw Zhang Yuanhao chasing with a sword, and seeing that he couldn't escape, he begged for mercy, and was immediately beheaded by Zhang Yuanhao's sword qi.

Whoa!

In the fiery red sword light, a series of slight-end sword qi continued to eject, which was incomparably sharp, and the middle one fell from the air with a muffled snort.

"Zhang!Yuan!Hao!"

Xiang Kui stepped on the flying sword and fled frantically, watching his men being killed behind him one by one, almost vomiting blood, his eyes burst out, and he roared.

"Thief Ann dares to kill me!"

Listening to the sword qi roaring from behind him, Xiang Kui let out a sad cry, turned around, slapped his hand, and a black sword flew out of the storage bag, colliding with the hair-like sword qi.

Zhang Yuanhao sighed lightly, his fingers flexed and stretched, and the bright sword qi continued to catapult out from his fingertips, and every wisp could easily obliterate the monk in the middle stage of qi cultivation.

"Xiao Gengjin Sword Qi", a high-level spell included in the Lingguang School, needs to be cultivated with the help of metallic spirit stones, and according to legend, it originates from the lost mystic "Gengjin Sword Qi".

"Sword go!"

Xiang Kui's head was scattered, his hands clasped together, and he stared directly at the black long sword that was parked in the air.

As the words fell, the sword body trembled slightly, trembling like a spirit, and then flew out suddenly.

Ding Ding Ding!

A piercing sound sounded, and countless sword qi collided with the black sword, drawing traces one after another, and the black sword kept moving and turning, blocking all the sword qi that Zhang Yuanhao ejected.

"Good Taoism!"

Zhang Yuanhao's eyes lit up and he exclaimed.

It's definitely a Dao method from Fu Jian Mountain! A wonderful spell similar to the Imperial Sword Technique!

This sword technique is not the art of controlling the flying sword, but refers to the ancient monks to cultivate the flying sword with their minds, and when the mind moves, the flying sword is like an arm and fingers, and the head of the enemy can be taken thousands of miles away.

However, in today's Qingxuan Continent, the sword art has been lost for many years, and only some left side doors remain, and they have obtained a scale armor, which is no longer the power of the sword art of the past.

A pat of the storage bag, a quaint square iron seal appeared on Zhang Yuanhao's hand.

"Death!"

Throwing out the iron seal, Zhang Yuanhao pinched the magic trick, and the iron seal increased in the air, and soon became like a small mountain, and then smashed down, and the black sword had to hum, and the spirit dissipated, turning into a ball of scrap iron.

Xiang Kui's face turned pale and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The black sword was a magic weapon that he had cultivated for many years, although it was only a low-level magic weapon, but in his hands it was enough to exert the power of the middle level, but at this moment, it became a mass of scrap iron under the pressure of the iron seal, which made him feel traumatic.

"Oh no!

Unable to raise the thought of resisting, Xiang Kui glanced at Zhang Yuanhao resentfully, slapped his hand on his chest, and squirted out a mouthful of blood again, sprinkled on the flying sword under his feet.