Beast

The entire plant, including the silver-scaled fruit and the golden-scaled fruit, disappeared. I don’t know if it was taken into the Zifu or into something similar to the ‘Sumi Gourd’.

It is impossible to determine what was collected, but it is clear who collected it.

Among the four groups of monks, the weakest one did not receive too many attacks. When they found an opening, they rushed forward and grabbed the rare treasure.

At this time, this group of monks became the target of the spear and attacked one after another.

"Click, click, click!"

When the imperial weapon attacks, the rocks are broken into pieces. If you dodge slowly, your head will be in different places.

In the blink of an eye, two of the four monks who had snatched the Golden Scale Fruit were seriously injured and waiting to die.

The monk who put away the golden scale fruit suddenly changed his expression and wanted to run away with his weapon.

But now, how can I escape?

"Ding, ding, ding!"

Even if he resisted with all his strength, he could only block three attacks.

"puff!"

A bloody hole appeared in his chest, and blood and hot and trembling internal organs flowed out along with a fishy smell.

"Poof! Wow..."

A long sword with flowing real energy cut off his waist, and the items stored in Zi Mansion were scattered. In the dark sky, the hanging golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit that no longer emitted the shimmer could be vaguely seen.

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The items were scattered all over the floor, but no one picked them up.

The fighting is suspended!

"Whoa!"

In the group, the last monk who came to the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm, when the light of true energy burst out, his figure pulled a light and shadow in the darkness, and went straight to the Golden Scale Fruit, risking his life to seize the treasure!

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

As his body shook, several attacks came at him.

"Pfft, pfft, pfft!"

The monk who rushed towards the Golden Scale Fruit was unable to dodge and his body was thrown away. He almost broke into several pieces and died before he could hit the ground.

"Whoosh!"

The attacks were staggered, and the monks who used their weapons to attack others were attacked by others. They were holding weapons like magic weapons in their hands. At such a close distance, all they could do was force their vital points and turn death into serious injuries.

"puff!"

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh and bones rubbing against the bones made a tooth-piercing, hair-raising sound.

In such a situation, whoever moves first will die first. If you don't move, you will die!

Yang Qing was shocked by the scene at this time. No matter how tragic the scene was in the past, he had been in it. How could he have the energy to see the splattered flesh and blood and the fragmented scene. Now that he was outside the battle circle, the feeling was different.

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How dare you get involved in the fighting circle? What you have to do is not to alert anyone.

"withdraw!"

Only one of the group of monks who were the first to obtain the Golden Scale Fruit had fighting strength. They pulled up two seriously injured monks who were waiting to die and slowly withdrew.

"withdraw!"

A group of four people belonging to the monk who had forced him to be seriously injured also slowly withdrew.

All the monks who knew they were hopeless were slowly leaving, retreating to a distance that everyone in the pile of rocks considered safe.

At this time, there were two parties in the confrontation, one was the seven people who were originally sitting on the rock, and the other was the five monks.

The strength of both sides was about the same, and the injuries they suffered were not serious. Several stronger monks did not suffer any damage.

The two sides' true energy was agitating wantonly, but they did not take action in the confrontation. With their spiritual consciousness, they scanned the people who had withdrawn from the battle circle with their peripheral vision. They observed Yang Qing, who had not made any move so far, for the longest time. They all knew that he was waiting for the situation to become chaotic and waiting for an opportunity.

snatch.

I don't know who made the move first, but this move caused the two groups of monks to collide.

"boom!"

Where the two sides collided, true energy roared.

At this moment, Yang Qing, who had been waiting and watching, could no longer hold back. He took the earth-yellow moon bow and clamped three black-gray fine steel arrows between his four fingers on the bow string as thick as a chopstick.

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The muscles all over his body trembled, his feet kicked hard, the soil flew, and his figure jumped out at extremely fast speeds.

The distance of a hundred feet and the flashing of twelve figures made him not confident in ensuring the hit rate, so he could only fire arrows at random to shorten the distance.

"Zheng!"

Pull out the moon bow for about six minutes and build up the strength.

Everyone in the battle circle naturally noticed Yang Qing's figure and didn't care too much at first. But when they saw the earth-yellow bow and arrow, their expressions changed. Before the opponent could raise the bow to take aim, his figure flashed even faster.

Bows and arrows have the disadvantages of narrow attack range and inflexibility. They are not as flexible as imperial weapons in attacking, but their attack speed makes up for this shortcoming.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

In the dark night, the three black-gray rays of light were hard to see clearly, but the sharp sound of tearing through the air showed the astonishing speed.

The three arrows each contain about ten thousand kilograms of power.

Yang Qing's original intention was to shoot the middle-aged man among the seven. The arrow pointed at his chest. If the other person didn't dodge, he would definitely die!

However, everyone had been paying attention to Yang Qing, and when they saw him taking out his long bow, they already knew what he was going to do.

"Ding, ding, poof!"

Each of the monks relied on their own abilities. While dodging, they swayed their magical weapons slightly. Even though the arrows were extremely fast, they lost the key to victory in the surprise attack.

The three arrows only slightly injured one monk and lost a piece of flesh.

There was no time to be disappointed in my heart, because once I took action, there was no way to turn around.

"Violent!"

Fuzzy tiger stripes appeared, and his eyes glowed red.

"Ouch!"

The tiger stripes changed from blurry to clear, and the glowing red eyes turned into strange red pupils.

Use the 'violence' of "The Art of Controlling the Underworld" to induce evil spirits and transform into beasts!

The blood of the enlightened beast is filling every part of the body, and the muscles in the whole body are shaking, and the strength is doubled!

"Zheng!"

The muscles of the whole body were affected by the arms, and the moon bow was opened about seven points, and three fine steel arrows were placed on the strings.

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The sharp sound breaking through the air was like a whistle, piercing the ears and causing pain.

The power contained in the three arrows is about 20,000 kilograms, and their speed is beyond the reach of even a monk in the early stage of Dingling.

If the dark energy in the underworld stone is not nearly exhausted, if the arrow is attached with the dark energy, even if it can be intercepted, it will be infected by the dark energy.

"Puff, puff, click!"

At this speed, a monk in the Purple Mansion Realm could only detect it, but it would be difficult to dodge or intercept it.

One person's leg bone was broken, another person was hit by an arrow in the abdomen, and one arrow was shot into the rock wall.

If everyone hadn't dispersed, it wouldn't be difficult to kill two people with one arrow.

The middle-aged man's dodging figure did not stop at all. He swayed a few times and rushed to the plants with golden scale fruits and silver scale fruits, and took them into the Zi Mansion.

The opponent's shaking figure made it difficult for Yang Qing to judge the pattern, let alone hit and kill him.

"Zheng!"

The moon bow was opened again, and as the bow arms swung, a screen of light appeared towards the middle-aged man.

Apart from trying his luck, he would never be able to hit the target with his archery skills.

"Whoosh!"

During this gap, several attacks struck Yang Qing.

The distance is short, and Yang Qing exerts his strength on both arms, while the movement of his feet is slightly slower.

With both arms withdrawing their strength, the bow arm could not help but tremble, and the arrow became unstable.

"Tear!"

The dodge was hindered, and the black warrior uniform was torn apart, blood seeped out, and the skin was injured.

Everyone chose to attack Yang Qing in order to survive, but the middle-aged man seized this opportunity. In less than a breath of time, he had already jumped several feet away, blocked by trees. His true energy increased again, and his speed increased again, and he summoned

Magical weapon, the figure kept jumping up.

"Golden scale fruit!" This is what all the monks are shouting in their hearts, but their emotions are different.

"Where to run!"

With an angry shout, the magical weapon left his hand and attacked the figure in the air.

Yang Qingguan must not be slightly injured, draw the bow with an arrow, and let the arrow fly from the string!

Although the trees are tall, they cannot stop the magic weapon from the arrow.

Although the trees were shattered, the direction and strength of the magic weapon and arrows had changed.

Only a long sword passed by the middle-aged monk's side.

The middle-aged monk did not look back at all, and kept rising higher as he flew at full speed.

Although when the imperial weapon is flying, the real energy in the body and the real energy in the magical weapon must flow and mellow to each other to ensure a stable and flexible body shape. This will make the flying speed of the royal weapon much lower than the speed of the magical weapon's attack. However, the speed is still

It cannot be underestimated.

The monks on the ground stood up one after another. There were more than ten people, including four people who were with the middle-aged monks.

The four people could only intercept him briefly, so they had to flee with them toward the place where the sword light was seen yesterday.

Among the people, Yang Qing was the only one who couldn't fly with a weapon and could only run all the way.

Yang Qing's leg strength far exceeds that of his arms, but due to the direction of the force, the shape and weight of his body, etc., he has very little power for running.

The most basic speed depends on factors such as strength, weight, shape, etc. Not counting the footwork and secret techniques that contain strange rhythms, the strongest blow in the Zifu realm has a power of about 10,000 kilograms, and the strength of a pure weapon attack is about

If the weapon is less than 10,000 kilograms, when the weapon is flying, considering the true energy in the weapon, the roundness of the true energy in the body, and the weight of the physical body, etc., the speed that can be used to fly will be very small.

As for Yang Qing, the weight of his legs is far more than 10,000 kilograms. Excluding the loss of strength and his own weight, his running speed is faster than the flight of the purple palace monks. There are road obstacles, which also makes him and the purple palace monks fly.

The speed remains the same.

Pick up the arrows that hit the ground and chase them at full speed!

"kill!"

Everyone was chasing him with their weapons. At this time, all in order to intercept the middle-aged monk, they attacked one after another. Magic weapons, spells, and talismans were all fired!

"boom!"

Several people with the middle-aged monks rushed to intercept the attack, but they could not withstand such a fierce attack.

For a moment, I could only run away in embarrassment. The middle-aged man resisted the attack so hard, or he could slow down and avoid the attack!

"Waiting for an opportunity to fire an arrow!"

I don't know who shouted loudly to warn Yang Qing who was running on the ground.

Everyone knows that the middle-aged monk chose this direction to escape because his reinforcements were there!

Everyone was chasing him and would definitely kill him, but the monk told them to hurry up. Once the middle-aged monk's reinforcements arrived, it was hard to predict whether they could save their lives, let alone the golden scale fruit.

The monks raised their bodies and hit them from a high position, so that the middle-aged monk had to keep descending and slowing down!

"call out!"

The black-gray arrow flashed through the slightly bright air, carrying unparalleled power, but it missed the target.

The monks in the air were already making preparations, but they were fighting for the golden scale fruit. Unexpectedly, the middle-aged monk didn't even have to dodge, but he couldn't hit it!

When the cultivators feel contempt in their hearts, the attacks on their hands become even sharper!

"call out!"

An arrow missed again!

"Ouch!"

The failure of the two arrows caused anxiety to rise in his violent heart.

The speed increased dramatically, and soon it surpassed the middle-aged monk.

Stop suddenly with your feet, stand still, open the bow and shoot.

At this distance and with such movement and dodge, the arrow missed again and almost hit the cultivators chasing after him.

"Ouch!"

Violence raged, and the killing intent in his heart was already boiling.

The middle-aged monk flew overhead without glancing down.

It is difficult to improve your archery skills in a short period of time, and it is even impossible to rely on good luck.

The only remaining sanity was thinking a little sluggishly.

"Keep the speed the same!" I said slowly in my heart, but my feet were already moving.

He kept adjusting and never attacked.

"Fire the arrow!"

The cultivators shouted angrily, angry at why he was so useless, but they didn't think about whether he could do it in his place.

"Quick, quick, quick"

The cultivators urged him hurriedly, but there was no response.

"Let's see how you keep chasing me!" The middle-aged monk was overjoyed when he saw what was happening not far away. He slightly changed his direction of escape.

When the cultivators saw the white miasma not far away, the hope in their hearts was reduced. The monks in the Sea of ​​​​Consciousness Realm had fallen behind. Only a few monks in the Purple Mansion Realm were constantly filling the middle-aged monks with light or heavy.

Injury.

"Humph!" the middle-aged monk snorted coldly in her heart. The wounds on her body had made her face distorted, and at this time he was approaching the sky above the [***] Swamp.

"Damn it!"...

The cultivators yelled angrily!

Yang Qing didn't seem to feel the softness under his feet. He was in a violent mood and just wanted to shoot down the people in the air!

"Whoosh!"

The monks chasing behind planned to make a final attack.

The middle-aged monk hurriedly dodged, and with a "tear" sound, his muscles were torn and blood surged.

That's it!

Yang Qing kept running, shouting angrily in his heart, firing his bow and arrows!

"call out!"

The sharp sound was heard even before the tea cup could be heard, but this sound was surprisingly shocking.

"puff!"

The arrow passed through his chest. Rather than hitting him, it was more like he hit him himself.

"Well……"

The middle-aged man's consciousness was stripped away, and he only felt that his body was out of control, and there was a deep unwillingness in his heart. If he persisted for a while, he would be safe, and he would also have the golden scale fruit and silver scale fruit in his bag. Unexpectedly, he would still fall short in the end.

The body is still flying and falling at extremely high speed.

The blurry vision was filled with white mist, and the stench like rotting corpses did not bring much discomfort. I only felt weaker. The whistling wind in my ears disappeared, everything disappeared, and I fell into endless darkness.

"Peng!"

The mist rolled around due to the rapidly falling figure, and the sound was like falling into mud.

The monks stopped suddenly, looking at the mist with fear in their eyes. They knew that this was the notorious [***] swamp in the Zhenlong Mountains, a swamp that breeds underworld energy. No monk dared to set foot in it.

As he retreated violently, he didn't want to be contaminated by the white miasma.

The middle-aged monk's body fell into the [***] swamp, and no one could get the golden scale fruit or silver scale fruit.

“It’s all you!”…

Everyone criticized the tiger-striped Yang Qing who stood on the edge of the [***] swamp.

"Go in quickly, the golden scale fruit is inside the mist"...

The cultivators couldn't help but encourage them, cursing in their hearts, "A monster, a waste!"

"Ouch!"

The roar of violence is mixed with excitement, and being able to shoot it down will make the anxiety in his heart disappear, and the violence will become even stronger.

He didn't hear the words of the cultivators and didn't reply. His strange red eyes stared straight at the miasma that was still rolling endlessly.

He took a big step and rushed into the [***] swamp with his feet covered in mud!