I have a Qiankun Ring

Lao Lianshan looked at the monk not far away with a cold expression. He held a sword in his right hand, and his left hand was shaking slightly. Some blood on his arm was reflected from his clothes.

"I think you might as well hand over the task items earlier, so as to avoid more physical pain!" A monk in white clothes not far from Lao Lianshan said coldly.

Lao Lianshan looked at her left hand with the corner of her eyes, bit her red lips lightly, and shouted coldly, and stabbed the white monk with the long sword in her hand.

The white monk snorted coldly: "Looking for death!" He slapped the storage bag and a shield flew out of the storage bag. The long sword pierced the shield and made a crisp collision sound.

"I wanted to spare your life. Since you don't know what's good for you, don't blame me for being rude!" The white monk jumped up from the spot and threw the shield in his hand towards Lao Lianshan.

At this time, Lao Lianshan covered the wound on his left hand with his right hand. The wound was torn more severely when he used his spiritual power just now, and blood flowed down his arm.

"You can't run away. When I injured you before, my Lingxiao poison had already entered your tendons through your wound. Do you feel weak all over now!"

Lao Lianshan's face changed when he heard this. Just now, he felt weak all over, and the spiritual power was also a little sluggish. He didn't expect that he was poisoned by the opponent.

"Hand over the task items, I will give you the antidote, and I can also save your life." The white-robed monk said sternly.

A trace of determination flashed in Lao Lianshan's eyes, and he opened his beautiful mouth and spit out a mouthful of red smoke in the direction of the white-robed monk.

"A trivial trick!" The white-robed monk manipulated the shield to quickly pass through the red smoke, smashing the whole group of smoke into pieces.

Lao Lianshan, who was deeply poisoned, was slow to react and was hit on the back by the shield, and flew backwards heavily.

The monk in white picked up the shield that had fallen to the ground, walked slowly to Lao Lianshan's side, and showed a cruel smile on his face: "Don't blame me if you don't accept my toast!"

At this time, Lao Lianshan wanted to circulate her spiritual power to continue to resist, but the Lingxiao poison had completely paralyzed her entire body. Even if she tried desperately to mobilize her spiritual power, there was no response.

The monk in white raised the shield in his hand high, ready to hit Lao Lianshan hard.

Seeing this, Lao Lianshan's face showed a trace of despair, and he could only close his eyes silently to welcome the last moment.

A line of clear tears passed from the corner of his eyes.

"Bang!" A crisp collision sounded in Lao Lianshan's ears. She quickly opened her eyes, feeling something unusual, and saw the monk in white holding the shield staring at her in surprise.

The shield in his hand also disappeared at this time.

"Daoyou, you are so cruel to kill such a beautiful female cultivator!"

Lao Lianshan's face froze after hearing this voice, and then a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

The white-robed cultivator's face showed a fierce look, and he was ready to slap Lao Lianshan on the ground with his spiritual power flowing to his palm.

As long as he killed the female cultivator in front of him, snatched her storage bag, and then went to the exit of the secret realm, as long as he left the secret realm, he would win.

The white-robed cultivator moved as fast as lightning, and in less than a blink of an eye, he was about to slap Lao Lianshan on the top of his head.

A breeze blew by, and Lao Lianshan disappeared in front of the white-robed cultivator.

"How is it possible!" Looking at the disappeared female cultivator, the white-robed cultivator showed a look of horror on his face.

Li Wen was holding Lao Lianshan and flashed not far away.

"It's you!" The white-robed cultivator, who saw the appearance of the person clearly, showed a look of surprise on his face. He was also nearby during the first round of the competition, and naturally saw Li Wen's series of performances.

Li Wen gently put Lao Lianshan down, and then looked at him with a smile: ‘Do you still want to fight? ’

The white-robed monk’s face showed an uncertain look, as if he was thinking about the current situation.

“You are only in the middle stage of the Concentration Realm, and you dare to threaten me.” The white-robed monk said coldly.

At this time, Li Wen’s smile became even stronger: “It’s not a threat, but you can try it!”

After saying that, he waved his hand to summon the Tai’a Sword back, and the shield that had been pierced by the sword appeared with the Tai’a Sword.

Lao Lianshan looked at Li Wen’s back with surprise, and her eyes were complicated. I don’t know what she was thinking.

Throwing the useless shield to the ground casually, Li Wen was shocked, and a large amount of spiritual power surged out of his body, and his whole momentum changed.

Feeling the change of the Demon Light Sect monk opposite, the white-robed monk took a deep breath at this time, slapped the storage bag and sacrificed a big knife, casually crossing it beside him.

"Brother Shi, be careful, his sword is poisonous!" Lao Lianshan said to Li Wen.

Li Wen nodded and stared at the white-robed monk opposite him, with a smile on his face: "I'm sorry, fellow Taoist!"

After saying that, he waved his hand and turned the Tai'a sword into a streak of light and stabbed the white-robed monk with the momentum of breaking through the air.

The white-robed monk shook the big knife in his hand, and a green spiritual power attached to it, and a faint purple breath was faintly visible in the green.

Lao Lianshan's face changed after seeing this purple breath.

Facing the Tai'a sword that was about to stab him, the white-robed monk chopped it down with great force. Only a crisp sound of metal and stone hitting was heard, and the Tai'a sword turned over and flew towards the direction where Li Wen was.

The white-robed monk had a calm face but was slightly shocked in his heart. The previous blow made his arm feel an indescribable soreness and numbness. With his many years of experience, he could clearly sense that the flying sword that just flew over from the opposite side was not an ordinary item.

Thinking of this, a trace of greed appeared in the eyes of the white-robed monk. As long as he killed the two people on the opposite side, the flying sword would be in his pocket.

He was a late-stage Concentration cultivator, while the two on the opposite side were only in the middle stage of Concentration. Even if the male cultivators of the Demon Light Sect showed strong strength in the first round of the competition, the difference in realm could not be made up in his eyes.

Li Wen reached out to take the Tai'a Sword, and then transferred his spiritual power to the sword. With a buzzing sound, the long sword split into two.

Seeing such a scene, the white-robed monk's face showed surprise, but his heart was ecstatic. This flying sword is indeed not an ordinary item.

The two flying swords flashed past Li Wen and rushed towards the white-robed monk again.

Facing the two flying swords attacking from both sides, the white-robed monk looked indifferent: "The gap in realm cannot be made up."

Li Wen heard a faint smile on his face: "Then give it a try!"

After that, the two flying swords suddenly accelerated, leaving a residual image in the air.

"Hmph!" The monk in white snorted coldly, took out a piece of ancient-colored armor from his storage bag and put it on himself. In the blink of an eye, it was tightly attached to his body.

After seeing himself wearing the armor, the monk in white had a hint of pride on his face: "My armor is not an ordinary item. You can try to see if you can break it!"

After saying that, he chopped at one of the Tai'a swords with a knife, and as for the other flying sword, he didn't care and let it hit him.