The long black panther jumped three or four feet away, its tail flicked, and the blood dripped down, throwing it backwards, and the black and white hair on the front arm was covered with blood, dripping onto the front paws, and every time it landed, it would leave a blood-colored paw print on the ground.

"Boom... Bang"

The steel rod in his hand whipped on the trunks and rocks from time to time, and each time he struck, the speed would be a point faster, and between tossing and turning, his body did not stagnate at all.

Yang Qing, who had a grim face, followed closely behind the injured black panther Sanzhang, and had a posture of chasing after him.

"Breathe... Call... Suck it"

Yang Qing was cultivating all the time, and at this time, Yang Qing was able to keep the breath technique running with almost no distraction.

Lean your body for seven minutes, change your legs, and step a small half-zhang distance in one step.

The black panther lost blood, injured its tail, and slowed down, but Yang Qing's speed continued unabated, and the distance between the two gradually shortened.

Turn around and slash!

When Yang Qing was less than two feet away from the black panther, Yang Qing exerted force with both legs at the same time, rose into the air, turned around and slashed diagonally, and attacked the black panther, wanting to kill the black panther with this blow.

"Uhhhhhh

The steel rods came fiercely, cutting through the air, and the whistling sound sounded 'whining'.

The panther suddenly lowered his waist, and then exerted his strength on his hind legs, rushing out and hugging the tree.

Rough!

Yang Qing's blow failed, and with the power of the rotation of the oblique split, his body rotated in the air, his body straightened, the steel rod was raised high, and the stormy waves followed.

"Jump, jump, jump..."

Ten stick shadows smashed on the rocks one after another, and the stones shattered and the stones splashed.

"Evil Rude"

The panther roared in pain, and its front paws clinging to the trunk moved faster, climbing upwards more quickly.

The black panther's dark ass was empty, and Yang Qing's stormy waves took away the black panther's long, thick tail one after another.

The leopard's blood fell down in a series and ticked against the rocks under the trees.

Yang Qing raised his head and looked coldly at the black panther who kept roaring, the panther was lying on a horizontal branch, and the blood on his front and buttocks was still kept on it.

The black panther was too agile to go up the tree, and when Yang Qing chased under the tree, he had already climbed seven or eight zhang high, and this time Yang Qing jumped up and hit it with a steel rod.

One person and one leopard, one below, one above, one waiting for peace of mind and one roaring and intimidating from time to time, just looking at each other.

The black panther was at the end of the road, there was nowhere to escape, Yang Qing couldn't beat it, and he was not anxious in his heart.

Yang Qing stepped back, the steel rod in his hand was thrown out, and the black panther moved, but he couldn't help but not rush out.

Pretending to throw it again, the panther stared at him motionless.

This time, Yang Qing's arms were round, and the steel rod was whistling, and he was about to hit the black panther.

When the black panther saw Yang Qing's action, he flicked his four paws, and his body flashed away from the branch.

The whistling stopped, and it sounded again.

This time, the steel rod really got out of his hands.

"Woo... Boom"

The panther scurried away from the branch and before it could hold on to the other trunk, the leopard's body was swirled and hit the steel rod squarely, and the steel rod was thrown a foot or two away.

"Boom"

The panther and the steel rod hit the ground at the same time, the steel rod grunted to the side, and the panther lay on the ground twitching, and after two or three breaths, it became motionless.

"Whew..."

Yang Qing breathed a long sigh of relief and walked forward slowly.

The panther's mouth opened slightly, blood foam gushed out, and the sternum collapsed, and at this time, it was already out of breath.

After making sure that the panther was not pretending to be dead, Yang Qing stepped forward, picked up the stainless steel rod, untied the burden on his back, and took out a piece of fragment similar to the tip of a knife in the wooden box.

Squatting down, it is necessary to remove useful materials from the panther carcass.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of breaking the air behind him, and the sound of breaking the air was sharp and piercing.

Yang Qing was startled, and hurriedly rolled over, 'Puff... Peng's sound rang out.

The body of the black panther was broken in two, and the blood was gushing out, and between the two corpses, there was a three-foot long sword, which was light gray in color and had a pale red halo on the outside.

The pale red light of the long sword rose again, and it moved spontaneously.

"Huh"

made another sound, and slashed diagonally towards Yang Qing who was tumbling.

"Bell"

Yang Qing's divine sense has always been shrouded in the range of ten zhang, carefully observing every move of the long sword, his shoulders swaying, and the steel rod is flicked, and it is handed over with the long sword.

The sword was swung open, flipped a few times in the air, and flew to the side.

Yang Qing stood up with a stick and did not pursue, staring coldly at the whereabouts of the long sword, the killing intent rolling in his heart.

The owner of this long sword, obviously wanting to put him to death, attacked him behind his back, and showed no mercy.

The long sword flew out more than 20 zhang and fell into the hands of a young man wearing a black robe and embroidered with a small tripod on his chest.

"You little thief, you dare to kill my spirit beast, how do you say to compensate me" The black-robed young man said gloomily, his bright voice full of fierceness.

"This is obviously a demon beast, when did you become your spirit beast, you wanted to kill me first, but you wanted to use strong words and blame me" Yang Qing said coldly.

Yang Qing naturally didn't believe this gloomy young man's nonsense, suspecting that he was motivated by wealth and wanted to kill people and monopolize the body of this black panther.

"I have been tracking this black panther for more than three days, and when I was about to succeed, I was killed by you, how could I not kill you" The black-robed young man stood in place, looked at the black panther on the ground, and said through gritted teeth.

"This black panther was cut in two by you, it was only injured before it was not dead, since it is your spirit beast, I will go" Yang Qing's voice was cold, carrying a steel rod, and he turned around to leave.

"Hmph, even if what you say is reasonable, I'll let you go today" The black-robed young man's face relaxed, and when he saw that Yang Qing was about to leave, he waved his hand and said with a slight urge.

"My precious spirit beast, I didn't expect you to die in my hands," the black-robed young man said sadly to the black panther who was cut in two.

"Boy, count yourself as acquaintances," the black-robed young man thought with a sneer in his heart.

"If you let me go, I won't let you go" Yang Qing suddenly rushed towards the black-robed young man with a steel rod obliquely, and said coldly.

At this time, Yang Qing was convinced that the black panther was his spirit beast, it was all nonsense, and it was true that he wanted to rob.

"Poor bastard, you want to fight with me if you don't have any magic weapons, damn it, let you see how powerful the young master is" The black-robed young man said mockingly.

The gray robe on Yang Qing's body was seriously worn, and it was seen that the original Yang Qing, the fine iron rod in his hand, and there were still a few traces of damage. The black-robed young man directly classified Yang Qing as a poor bastard.

The black-robed young man stood still, his hands were linked, and the long sword in his hand flew out, stabbing Yang Qing extremely much.

The long sword stabbed straight at an extremely fast speed, and the pale red light of the sword body was great, like a burning arrow, straight to Yang Qing's chest.

"Ding"

Yang Qing's clothes made a fierce sound, and the steel rod in his hand was lifted up again, hitting the sword body of the long sword.

Flirting is a defensive move, and the power is not great, only the long sword is off, and the body is sideways, and the speed is not reduced.

The sword flipped and stabbed from behind.

Yang Qing didn't turn his head back, the long stick was thrown back, and the stainless steel stick and the long sword collided again.

"Ding, Ding, Ding"

The long sword dances in the air, like an arm command, extremely flexible, the angle of the stab is tricky, and the speed is also very fast.

Yang Qing had to stop, and the steel rod was plucked and flirted to resist the attack of the long sword.

Although it wasn't the first time he had fought with a Qi Refining Cultivator, he wasn't surprised that the black robe was standing aside and directing the long sword attack, and he was amazed that this long sword could use moves as if it were held in his hand.

Yang Qing danced the steel rod left and right, like a black light curtain blocking half of Yang Qing's body, the long sword stabbed on the black curtain, making a tinkling sound, and no sword pierced his body.

Retreating and rushing towards the black-robed youth, the back of his body, the steel rod was withdrawn, and then quickly pointed.

One end of the steel rod clicked on the tip of the sword, and the long sword was thrown away, and Yang Qing used this power to rush towards the black-robed youth even faster.

"Whew..."

A wave of heat suddenly appeared, like a predatory beast, and the green and yellow weeds on the ground withered and turned black, and finally burned.

Yang Qing danced the steel rod again, and a black curtain appeared, which was airtight.

The pale red heat wave, colliding with the black curtain, sparks flew everywhere.

It's a Qi Refiner's spell!

Although the black curtain prevented the pale red heat wave from hitting Yang Qing's body, the palm holding the steel rod was still dried and cracked by the heat wave. The cold hairs and eyebrows on his face were scorched, and the long hair tied back his head was curly.

The sweat on his body was steamed dry, and the gray robe was hot and hard.

If this heat wave hit Yang Qing directly, he would turn into a fireball and be burned to death by the fire, and the magic of the Sea Realm cultivator was so powerful.

Ignoring the hot pain in the palm of his hand, he rushed again with the still cold steel rod.

After the black-robed young man used this trick, his face turned pale and his expression was tired, and when he saw Yang Qing rushing desperately, he reached into his arms, took out a handful of white powder, and sprinkled it on Yang Qing's face.

Without thinking that it must be poison, Yang Qing stopped breathing, his eyes were stinging, and tears flowed down his face.

Behind the body, avoiding the powder, there is a sharp sound of breaking the air behind you.

The vision is blurry, and it can only be captured by the divine sense.

"Ding"

The sword was knocked off by the steel rod, flipped over, and shot into the air.

The black-robed young man stood on the long sword, took off into the air, threw a pill into his mouth, and threw down a cruel sentence, "Poor bastard, you are lucky today, the young master is hungry, it is not too late to kill you when you are full one day"

The black-robed young man angrily swept away with his sword, and the speed was very fast.

Yang Qing's vision was blurred, and the steel rod protected his body, so he could only let the black-robed young man leave.

"Hmph" Yang Qing snorted coldly, tears still crackled, and his heart palpitated, he didn't expect the spell to be so powerful.

This is still used by the monks of the Sea Realm, so what about the monks who are more cultivated to a higher level, as well as combat skills and supernatural powers, how powerful it will be.

Let go of your senses, go to the body of the black panther, simply collect some materials, and return to the waterfall with a steel rod.

This short period of time made Yang Qing physically tired.

This kind of high-intensity fight consumes physical strength quickly, and when physical strength is restored, the strength will definitely increase.

No wonder it is said that fighting is the best way to cultivate.

In the clearing, all the husbands surrounded the mother husband who had his throat severed, and cried softly.

Yang Qing didn't bother Fu Zhu, silently walked to the waterfall, put things away, and practiced the innate sixteen styles of the "Mixed Yuan Thirty-six Styles".

The vision is no longer blurry, but the tears are flowing down, and there is a gap in the stuffy heart.