Sword Immortal Cultivation Handbook

Chapter 76

"Since Fellow Daoist insists on blocking, don't blame me for being merciless." The leading male cultivator looked sternly.

He secretly sent the voice transmission to let the other four people watch the trapped Qi-training monk and block Shen Zhiyu's escape route, and then the male cultivator made a burst, and dart-shaped magic weapons appeared around him, flying fiercely. Suddenly, those few The dart flew towards Shen Zhiyu suddenly as if he had heard some order, and at the same time he pinched a thorn in his hand.

The remaining four people did as they said, with expressions on their faces watching the show.

The ground around Shen Zhiyu suddenly cracked several cracks, and countless thorns grew out of the ground, wrapping around Shen Zhiyu's body like hundreds of snakes.

Shen Zhiyu slapped the sword box behind her back, Qingya sword came out in response, she tapped her foot on the ground to borrow strength from it, the whole body rose into the air to avoid the thorns on the ground, then pointed her finger forward, Qingya sword flew along her thoughts Come out, "Ding Dang Dang" a few times, knocking those few darts into the air.

At the same time, Qingya sword flew back and fell into her hand.

Zongyun led her body lightly and landed in front of Nanxiu, Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and threw Qingya sword.

The fourth form of "Breaking the Army", Zang Feng.

When the hilt of the sword was about to collide with his chest, the figure of the male cultivator at the [-]th level of qi training changed a bit, and in the end Qingya sword only hit his afterimage.

He looked at Shen Zhiyu, the male cultivator showed a smug smile on his face, his feet piled heavily on the ground, his body swelled up a lot, his skin was covered with gray black like pouring iron, and then he slammed into Shen Zhiyu like a meteor hammer Coming over, the hands on the waist in mid-air became huge fists.

Shen Zhiyu didn't dodge or dodge, looking directly at the oppressive black shadow hitting her.

The male cultivator's body stepped on the ground with a "bang", and the moment it landed, the place where the soles of his feet stepped sank half a foot, and the surrounding area was cracked like a spider web. The sound, directly took Shen Zhiyu's head.

Shen Zhiyu raised his hand and shook it, the white and weak fist met the terrifying fist.

Seeing this, a sinister smile appeared on the male cultivator's face.

The two fists collided, and a huge wave of air lifted up trees, earth and rocks within a range of two feet. The Qi training monk who was bound by the moon was thrown up like a rice dumpling, and rolled out after hitting the ground. Far away, and the other four monks watching the battle also retreated again and again.

After the air wave subsided, the ferocious smile on the male cultivator's face froze.

Because he found that the person in front of him was not punched into a meatloaf by him as he thought.

That seemingly weak fist blocked his fist firmly, and he also felt that his fist seemed to have hit a dark iron wall, unable to shake it at all.

Body repair?He is no match for the female cultivator in front of me in close combat!The male cultivator's expression changed instantly, and he made a judgment in his heart instantly.

He held back his breath, put his feet on the ground and borrowed some strength, intending to get away and leave.

Want to run now?late!
Shen Zhiyu sneered, turned her fist into a palm, staggered the male cultivator's fist, clasped his wrist and yanked fiercely, the true essence rushed out instantly, piercing into various acupuncture points of the male cultivator like needles, at the same time she lifted her foot and kicked in Men trim their waists.

With the other hand, he used his forearm to block the angry fist of the male cultivator, grabbed his arm with his backhand, and then used the strength of his waist to shake his hands at the same time, and threw the male cultivator two feet away neatly.Shen Zhiyu took advantage of the victory to pursue, and moved Zong Yunfei to the front.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the four onlookers rushed forward, trying to help the male cultivator hold Shen Zhiyu.

With Shen Zhiyu's mind moving slightly, the Qingya sword roared out, stopping the two male cultivators, and at the same time without her shouting, the moon came out of her sleeve to stop the remaining two female cultivators.

The male cultivator who was thrown out rolled several times on the ground. The severe pain from the piercing of the acupuncture points all over his body made the circulation of true essence in his body difficult. After he spit out blood suddenly, a carp straightened up and stood up quickly.

As a result, before he could stand still, Shen Zhiyu approached and kicked him on the knee, making him fall to the ground.

Shen Zhiyu threw a thorn talisman, tied him up, and then controlled a dark iron dagger against the male cultivator's neck.

"Be ruthless?" She raised her eyebrows, "How do you want to be merciless, tell me?"

"...Fellow Daoist, this fellow Daoist, please be merciful," Nanxiu felt the sharpness of the fragile neck, and forced a stiff smile on his face, "There is something to discuss, don't, don't do it..."

At this time, the battle between the other two sides also ended because the male cultivator was captured, and there was an unexpected harvest.

Shen Zhiyu retracted the Qingya sword, threw a few pieces of ore to it, looked at the eleventh-level qi training female cultivator who was bound by the moon, and praised the moon in the sea of ​​consciousness: "Not bad, I also caught one."

"Hmph, of course," Moon said proudly, "She even set fire to me. I was very clever, and I bypassed her to catch that weak chicken, but I didn't expect the weak chicken to push her out! I immediately Just tie her up, sister, am I really powerful?"

"Yes, the moon is really powerful!" Shen Zhiyu touched the tip of the rattan, and then glanced at the eighth-level Qi training female cultivator who was crying pear blossoms and rained by two male cultivators in the middle, feeling deeply speechless .

Shen Zhiyu ordered Yue Yue to tie up the three captives, glanced at the remaining three nervous and vigilant monks, smiled and said to the disheveled [-]th-level Qi training monk, "Tell me, what is the solution? "

The male cultivator showed a wry smile on his face, "Fellow Daoist, I am a monk from the He family in Zengyangba. Why don't you take us to the He family monks who are waiting outside, and the He family will definitely thank you with a lot of money."

"You don't need to pay a lot of money to thank you. How about this? Give me all the magical storage artifacts on your body, and I will let you go, how about it?" Shen Zhiyu thought of those Lingzhi who did not have enough space to put them, but she regretted giving up. , felt deeply distressed, and decided to get a few storage bags before getting those spiritual plants.

Moreover, these five monks must have done a lot of burning, killing and looting. Presumably, she was rich, and it happened that she still owed 5000 yuan of spirit stones to Uncle Han Lian of Qingxu Palace.

The faces of several monks changed dramatically, and the eighth-level Qi training female cultivator who had been crying all the time suddenly raised her head, "Impossible!" Her voice was sharp and determined.

And the [-]th-level qi training monk also had an ugly face, "Isn't the request from fellow Taoist too much?"

"Passed? Isn't it, the lives of the two of you are not worth even a few magical artifacts?" Shen Zhiyu raised her eyebrows in surprise, and looked at the male cultivator up and down, "Are you so cheap?"

When Nanxiu heard Shen Zhiyu's ridicule, his face flushed suddenly.

It was the [-]th-level qi training female cultivator who was pushed out who spoke, she lowered her eyes, "I agree, I am willing to give you all the magical objects stored on my body."

"He Bingying!!! Are you crazy?" the eighth-level Qi training female cultivator asked sharply.

(End of this chapter)