"It's you!"

Yang Tianke exclaimed, and the short sword that Chichai stabbed out was also slightly stunned in Yang Tianke's exclamation.

Taking advantage of the slight pause of the Chichai sword, Yang Tianke floated back, but Chichai did not pursue, in his mind, Yang Tianke dodged the sword, but pushed his death time back a little.

The short sword was retracted to his chest, and the corners of his mouth raised an arc that seemed to be nothing, and Chi Guess looked at Yang Tianke in front of him with interest, waiting for his next step.

Yang Tianke's retreating figure had just stabilized, and there was a look of shock on his face, and at that moment, he even doubted his judgment, but that hint of doubt just appeared in his eyes, and he firmly vetoed it, because this person had really made him feel the threat of death, even the Tuoba Kill who died in the hands of Yi Feng had never made him feel that kind of near death, so he remembered this person vividly!

"Senior Brother Qingling, it turns out that you really wanted to kill me last time!" Yang Tianke's voice gradually returned to indifference from the initial horror.

Now that it has been determined, there is no need to be surprised and inexplicable, and even if it is a futile exclamation question, it will inevitably end up being desperate.

This guess is Qing Ling, the Qing Ling who is at the end of the "Eighteen Patriarchal Disciples" and is nicknamed "Feng Renjie"!

Yang Tianke clearly remembered that on the Xingtian Boat that flew to Yuxiaofang City, Qing Ling said to himself with murderous anger, "Then you should also go on the road!", the scene at that time was the same as at this time, and even when Qing Ling in front of him said this sentence again, his always suppressed tone was no longer hidden.

But for some reason, Qing Ling, who clearly had the intention of killing at that time, restrained his breath in the sneer of the ship-driving disciple Shi Yu.

However, that was the first time in Yang Tianke's life that he clearly felt the threat of death.

"Haha!"

Qing Ling looked up to the sky and laughed wildly, the laughter gradually subsided, and when his eyes were level with Yang Tianke again, a trace of perverted approval flashed under his eyes, and said, "You kid is shrewd, you can guess my identity with just one sentence." His voice paused slightly, and there was a hint of fierceness in his eyes: "You were lucky last time, if I hadn't sensed three breaths flying over, how could you and that Shi Chao have survived to this day?"

Yang Tianke was relieved in his heart, it turned out that he didn't know who it was, but he actually saved himself once in no doubt, but since he had exposed the true face of Qingling, he was afraid that the other party would not let him get out of here alive.

Yang Tianke's mind was spinning, and his spiritual sense once again said to the big mouth in the Bodhi Realm: "My chaotic power can break through his defenses, but we will only have one chance to make a move, can you help me?"

"Try it!" said the big mouth with a big sigh.

Yang Tianke was already secretly regretting at this time, although he was promoted to a heavenly apprentice, he had not learned the slightest skill of using spiritual power to attack, and the matter of the Heavenly Spell Pavilion was also delayed by him again and again, Yi Feng said that only the exercises and attack skills comprehended from the Cloud Capture Movement were the most suitable for his own cultivation, but now he had a body of chaotic power to break the defense, but there was no corresponding attack skill to hurt the enemy, if he only relied on condensed spiritual power to fight, in the face of the Qing Ling who had the strength of the two Heavenly Babies in front of him, I am afraid that it would not be able to play the slightest role.

Perhaps, when you advance again, there will be some extended attack skills, but can you wait until that day?

Yang Tianke silently turned around and glanced at Hu Ling'er not far behind him, he didn't say anything to let Hu Ling'er go first, Qingling is no better than the iron-armed golden ape who has not opened his wisdom, if Hu Ling'er escapes at this time, she is the first one who is afraid of death.

Yang Tianke's eyes were full of guilt and death intent, he felt extremely guilty for his inability to protect the people around him, but made them feel extremely guilty for dying because of him, but when his eyes touched Hu Ling'er, the latter gave him a calm smile.

Hu Linger's smile was so natural, she didn't know that there was a dead end in front of her, but her smile was gradually thickened under this certain death.

"It turned out that it was still me who was with him in the end......"

"Buzz!"

A short sword sound, like a thirst, pulled Yang Tianke back from his guilty thoughts, Qing Ling shook the short sword in his hand, still stabbed out flatly, and still walked towards Yang Tianke step by step as before.

All the positions around him that could be used to dodge had been completely blocked by the sword momentum when Qing Ling's sword stabbed out, Yang Tianke stared at the short sword that was slowly stabbing in, and at the tip of the sword, a little bright and shining cold light tore through the air it passed, straight towards Yang Tianke as a chest stab!

It's slow, but it's not paused.

In Yang Tianke's spiritual sea, the spiritual consciousness gathered in an instant, he didn't expect how much damage these spiritual senses could cause to the green spirit in front of him, but at this moment, it was a moment of life and death, and he only had one chance to make a move, and all the skills that could be used as an attack must be hidden in this blow.

In Yang Tianke's right hand, a wisp of spirit flow fire was quietly suspended in his half-held palm, and in his left hand, the spiritual power around his body had been faintly condensed!

"Let's hit the road!"

It was that familiar sentence again, Qing Ling's voice did not fall, and the tip of the sword had already pressed against Yang Tianke's chest.

"Fight!"

A battle intent that struck all over his body erupted in Yang Tianke's roar, and with this roar, almost all the spiritual consciousness in Yang Tianke's spiritual sea poured into Qingling's sea of consciousness like a flood in an instant!

The shiny chill at the tip of the sword finally stopped at this moment, and the attack on Zhihai made the movements in Qing Ling's hands also stagnate slightly.

However, it was only a stagnation, and Yang Tianke's spiritual sense was exchanged for less than a breath of stagnation.

This is the gap between spiritual consciousness and divine consciousness, below three rounds, the place where spiritual consciousness stays is still called the spiritual sea, and more than three rounds are called the sea of consciousness.

What exists in the sea of knowledge is the spiritual power that really belongs to the cultivator, the kind of spiritual power that can control the magic weapon to fly in the sky, achieve a thousand steps in a single thought, and even move mountains and seas!

Therefore, it is called Divine Consciousness, which is fundamentally different from Spiritual Consciousness, and this essential difference cannot be filled with quantity at all, and this is the reason why Yang Tianke did his best but only exchanged for a slight stagnation of Qingling.

However, this stagnation alone is enough!

At the moment when the tip of the sword stopped, Yang Tianke's footsteps moved slightly, avoiding the fatal blow in his chest, but only letting the short sword glowing with cold light pierce his right arm!

The sharp pain in his right arm made Yang Tianke clench his teeth, this was already the limit of what he could do, and it was already a great fluke to be able to dodge the vital point in the fatal blow of the Five Rounds of Heavenly Infants.

Before stepping forward, Yang Tian did not retreat, but advanced, and let the short sword pass through his right arm!

"Shhh

The slightest trace of flesh and blood brought out from the tip of the sword did not make Yang Tianke's brows frown even a little, and the next moment, his wound with a little warm blood was already tightly attached to Qing Ling's right hand holding the short sword!

Yang Tianke's intact left arm moved at this moment, and the surging spiritual power once again vented out with the momentum of the nest, and slammed into Qing Ling's arm holding the short sword!

And at the same time, there is also the one that was pierced through the right arm!

The moment Yang Tianke's right arm was pierced, all the movements were completed in the lightning and stone fire, and even before the Qing Ling could turn around from the slight stagnation of the spiritual sense attack, the spiritual power of Yang Tianke's whole body had already poured on his arm.

The passive defense was activated in an instant, and Qing Ling's silver heavenly disk filled with red, orange, yellow, green, and blue was suspended behind his head in an instant.

However, although the Heavenly Wheel was there, the passive defense covering Qing Ling's body was fleeting under the attack of Yang Tianke's spiritual power!

In Yang Tianke's pierced right arm, the spirit flow fire suspended in his palm smashed into his chest at the moment when the Qingling defense disappeared!

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