Senior sister, I'm going to control you.

The monk did not answer.

Because Li Tianran walked towards him.

His steps were slow, the tip of his gun dragging on the ground, sending chills down one's spine.

He held back for a long time before roaring, "Insolence! How dare you, a mere pseudo-eighth-level cultivator, be so arrogant!"

Everyone in the mine could tell he was trying to encourage himself.

The disdain on the face of the ninth-level Qi Refiner next to him vanished instantly.

The gray-robed youth before me.

It looked eerie no matter how you looked at it; that volatile aura and fierce eyes made even him feel uneasy.

He quickly shifted his gaze to Li Tianran's meteorite spear.

Blood was still dripping from the gleaming spear tip, which bore a dark, etched pattern.

"Pseudo-eighth level, a spiritual artifact!"

"A pseudo-eighth-level cultivator wielding a spirit weapon can't sustain a prolonged battle. No wonder he dared to come to rescue people. Even at the peak of Qi Refining, I only use high-grade magic weapons. If I had that spear in my hands..."

He lowered the heavy sword from his shoulder and held it horizontally in front of him.

His eyes gleamed with greed as he turned to Song Qingfeng beside him and said, "You can keep the head, but this gun is mine."

"It's yours?"

The young Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator next to him was stunned. He was also tempted, but he didn't dare to say anything.

"Whoever gets it gets to keep it."

Song Qingfeng neither looked at the corpse on the ground nor at the meteorite spear.

He simply looked into Li Tianran's dark red eyes, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Don't underestimate them, all of you, charge!"

"Even with his pseudo-eighth level cultivation and magical artifact, no matter how fierce he is, his combat strength is still inferior to a ninth level Qi Refining cultivator. Let's wear him down first, then discuss the spoils!"

Song Qingfeng pointed to the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator whose legs were already weak.

"You, come with me to the side."

"Don't rush in. Wait until he reveals an opening, then deliver the fatal blow."

Two cultivators at the ninth level of Qi Refining responded and ascended.

The experienced Qi Refining cultivator swung his heavy sword down, the sword wind pressing down on the mine walls, causing rubble to fall in a flurry.

"Pseudo-eighth level, huh? A magical weapon, huh? Let's see how many more you can stab today!"

The speed of the ninth level of Qi Refining was extremely fast, leaving Li Tianran with nowhere to retreat.

He had no intention of backing down, and the savagery in his eyes remained unchanged.

Block it head-on!

Swords and spears clashed, the sound of metal colliding was deafening.

The gun barrel made his hand go numb from the impact, and there were faint signs of it cracking.

The true ninth level of Qi Refining was even more terrifying than he had imagined.

"Evil cultivators, die!"

The young Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator thrust his sword at the side.

The sword strike came abruptly, but the technique seemed stiff and unchanging.

Li Tianran swiftly dodged to the side, the sword tip grazing his old wound on his left shoulder.

"Scum, here you go!"

Immediately afterward, the heavy sword slashed down at his waist, but Li Tianran channeled his spiritual power into his feet and leaped up, barely dodging the fatal attack.

Fighting two against one, he was overwhelmed!

The sword aura of the ninth level of Qi Refining grew increasingly heavy.

He was able to dodge in time only because his senses became heightened in his violent state, but his spiritual power was also being rapidly depleted.

We are no match for them!

The spiritual energy of the pseudo-refined aura is consumed too quickly, and its power is not as good as the real thing.

Whether it's a direct confrontation or a war of attrition, they are no match.

boom!

Li Tianran withstood another sword strike from a peak Qi Refining expert. Cracks appeared in his tiger's mouth, blood seeped out, and he stumbled back half a step.

"Want to stab a few more now?" The ninth-level Qi Refiner sneered.

"How many times?"

Li Tianran wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"I'll keep shoving you until you shut up!"

Upon hearing this...

The Qi Refining cultivator snorted and his sword aura deepened by another three points.

Li Tianran deliberately exposed the opening on his left rib to the young Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator on his side.

The sword tip grazed his ribs and pierced through, causing him to hiss in pain.

He had planned this strike; the moment the blade pierced his flesh, he thrust his body forward sharply.

The blade was stuck in his ribs, and the nine layers of spiritual energy couldn't be withdrawn. In that instant, he slammed his knee into the other's lower abdomen.

The young man on the ninth floor let out a muffled groan and bent over, his eyes filled with shock.

What kind of fighting style is this? My masters and senior disciples have never mentioned it.

As other thoughts flashed through his mind, Li Tianran swung the heavy metal butt of his gun back and slammed it hard into the back of his head.

With a muffled thud, blood splattered.

The young Qi Refining Ninth Level cultivator collapsed to the ground, his fate unknown.

"Idiot! You're distracted while fighting!" He stomped on his fellow disciple on the ground in anger.

"Trying to take it head-on, huh? Let's see how many more swords you can withstand!"

His sword strikes grew heavier and heavier, unleashing terrifying spiritual power as he slammed it down on Li Tianran.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The impact caused Li Tian's back to slam against the stone wall, and blood from his left shoulder trickled down his arm.

The other person stared intently at the pistol in his hand.

peripheral.

Song Qingfeng, along with the eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator whose legs were already weak, lingered to the side.

Li Tianran could barely hold the sword, which was at the eighth level of Qi Refining. Every time he was forced back a step, Song Qingfeng would inch forward half a step.

He took half a step forward and half a step back, his legs just wouldn't obey him.

"Damn, this evil cultivator is really courting death." He kept repeating these few words.

"Shut up!"

Song Qingfeng squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.

Li Tianran knew he couldn't hold out for much longer.

The spiritual energy was being consumed faster than expected.

Song Qingfeng's position was carefully chosen: neither too close nor too far from the battlefield, allowing him to strike at any moment, but never taking an extra step forward.

fear death!

The first time I was at the Rift Black Market, it was like this: I was clearly at the eighth level of Qi Refining, but I didn't dare to move when a pseudo-sixth level Qi Refining expert held a knife to my head.

The same thing happened today.

Li Tianran was waiting, waiting for Song Qingfeng to take that extra half step forward.

The solution to this impasse lies with Song Qingfeng.

Li Tianran dodged the heavy sword once again, shifted his position, and came to Song Qingfeng's side.

"Fight back! Aren't you supposed to be a tough, heretical cultivator?"

The composed ninth-level Qi Refining cultivator cursed angrily and unleashed another violent sword strike.

clang!

The heavy sword slammed into the gun barrel, and blood seeped from his palm.

Taking advantage of this momentum, Li Tianran lunged at Song Qingfeng.

"Have you hidden enough?"

"Senior Brother Song, he's here!"

The weak-legged Qi Refining Level 8 cultivator saw Li Tianran rushing towards them with his face covered in blood, and instinctively retreated.

He slipped and fell backward, hitting the back of his head on the mine wall.

"waste!"

Song Qingfeng's pupils contracted sharply, and he instinctively took half a step forward, trying to pull him back.

It's just this half step.

Li Tianran had already released the gun barrel with his left hand and pulled out a lightning talisman from his waist, throwing it over.

The spiritual energy circulation of the talisman was instantly activated.

boom--

A burst of white light erupted inside the mine.

Song Qingfeng was blasted back two steps, his ears ringing.

When he refocused his gaze, the tip of Li Tianran's gun was already pressed against his throat.

The spiraling energy spun in front of the Adam's apple, just half an inch away.

"Tell your men to retreat." Li Tianran's voice was icy.

Song Qingfeng's face was gloomy.

His Adam's apple bobbed, and his eyes quickly swept to the left and right, spotting the bewildered eighth-level Qi Refining cultivator beside him.

He quickly turned to the side, grabbed the arm of the person with eight layers of Qi cultivation, and pulled him sharply in front of him.

Pfft!

Li Tianran's spear tip pierced through Song Qingfeng's chest, which was at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and was only a punch away from Song Qingfeng's throat.

The man screamed and stared wide-eyed at Song Qingfeng.

"Senior Brother Song, are you using me as a shield?"

Before he could finish speaking, Song Qingfeng shoved him toward Li Tianran, and the sharp gun pierced through his body.

He used the push to leap back several steps, retreating behind the ninth-level Qi Refiner.

Li Tianran raised an eyebrow.

Song Qingfeng, panting heavily, wiped the blood from his neck with the back of his hand.

He glanced at the bloodstains on the back of his hand, a hint of embarrassment flashing in his eyes, as if he had been publicly humiliated.

Then the awkwardness disappeared, and a calculating sneer reappeared on his face.

"You can't escape." The ninth-level Qi Refiner pressed forward again.

Li Tianran used a turn of his back to force back the advancing Qi Refining Ninth Layer cultivator with a single spear thrust, and rushed to the corner of the stone wall.

Zhao Ling leaned against the wall, her face covered in blood and mineral dust.

She glanced at the throbbing veins on Li Tianran's forehead and the blood at the corner of his mouth.

She didn't ask if it hurt, nor did she say thank you. She simply used her uninjured hand to grab Li Tianran's left wrist brace and used it to prop herself up.

Li Tianran: "Can you walk?"

Zhao Ling: "No."

Li Tianran immediately bent down to copy her.

She didn't refuse, but leaned against his shoulder and let him hold her tightly.

In an instant, Li Tianran carried her and ran frantically outside.