After walking out of Tianbao Pavilion, Song Qi took out a flying sword from his storage bag, tapped his fingertips, injected spiritual energy into it, and the flying sword floated in front of the two of them.
Song Qi could naturally see that Su Zimo was just a mortal without spirit. Since he was carrying a bow on his back and a sword on his shoulder, it would not be a problem to jump onto the flying sword with some skill.
Song Qi said: "Master Su, don't be afraid when you step on this flying sword. I can protect you from above and won't let you fall. You will reach Pingyang Town soon."
Su Zimo's eyes glanced at Song Qi's flying sword, shook his head, and said, "Let's just leave like this. We'll talk about it after we leave the city."
Song Qi's flying sword has no spiritual patterns on it and is also a fake spiritual weapon.
Su Zimo's body, the combined weight of the Blood Crystal Bow and Hanyue Sword alone weighed two thousand kilograms, which Song Qi's seventh-level Qi Condensation state could not carry at all.
Su Zimo didn't point it out, and the two of them quickly left the city.
Outside the city, there were far fewer pedestrians. Just as Su Zimo was about to start galloping towards Pingyang Town, something moved in his heart.
"Huh? Is someone following you?"
Su Zimo didn't look back, it was just a mysterious and mysterious feeling.
Su Zimo remained calm and kept walking at normal speed, heading in the direction of Pingyang Town. Song Qi frowned and said nothing.
Not long after, there was a sound of clothes breaking through the air behind the two of them. The person coming was extremely fast!
A cultivator
Song Qi was shocked, put his palm on the storage bag, and looked back.
Not far away, I saw a monk in black robes with a flying sword on his feet, coming at a high speed, with murderous intent flashing in his eyes, it was obvious that the person who came was not good!
Eighth level of Qi condensation!
Song Qi let out a low cry and quickly pulled Su Zimo aside, praying in his heart that this person was just passing by by chance.
In the blink of an eye, the Xuanpao Qi practitioner came to the two of them, jumped down from the flying sword, smiled coldly at Song Qi, and said: "Fellow Taoist, you'd better get out of the way and stay out of other people's business. I have something to do with this person." hatred."
Song Qi glanced at Su Zimo and found that the latter had no expression on his face. He didn't know if he was scared or something, but he didn't know he was afraid.
Song Qi clasped his fists and said, "Fellow Taoist, you are joking. This friend of mine is just a mortal. How can I have any enmity with fellow Taoist?"
"Buzz!"
The Xuanpao Qi practitioner tapped the flying sword lightly with his fingertips, and a spiritual light flashed on it, and the sword Qi became strong.
Low grade spiritual weapon!
Song Qi's palms were sweating. The opponent's cultivation level was one level higher than his own, and he also had a low-grade spiritual weapon. Once they started fighting, he had no chance of winning.
"If fellow Taoist still doesn't understand, don't blame me for being ruthless!" the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner said coldly.
"Master Su, run away!"
Song Qi said something quickly in Su Zimo's ear, slapped the storage bag with his palm, and a flying sword fell into his palm.
"disease!"
Song Qi controlled the flying sword and struck first, intending to seize the opportunity.
The flying sword turned into a stream of light and galloped towards the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner. In the blink of an eye, he was already close.
"It's just a fake spiritual weapon, but you dare to be arrogant in front of me!"
The Xuanpao qigong practitioner snorted coldly, and calmly pointed his finger forward. The flying sword in his hand had already shot out, and hit Song Qi's flying sword heavily.
The two swords collided and sparks shot out!
Song Qi's flying sword was obviously weak and almost flew away.
The Qi Practitioner's physical body is weak, and fighting is extremely dangerous. If he is not careful, he will be stabbed by the opponent's spiritual weapon, and there will be no chance of survival.
In just a few rounds, Song Qi was completely at a disadvantage and could only defend passively.
Fortunately, Song Qi looked calm and tried his best to deal with the opponent. The flying swords were flying and circling around him, and his defense was flawless.
Su Zimo watched the whole process in his eyes and nodded secretly.
In this case, Song Qi could leave on his own. After all, he had already obtained a thousand low-grade spiritual stones, so there was no need to put himself in danger for a mortal like him.
But now, Song Qi knew he was outmatched but did not leave independently, which proved that this person kept his promise. The Su family asked him to protect them, and Su Zimo could rest assured.
Song Qi and the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner were still fighting, and the battle became more and more intense.
After all, the cultivation level of the two is different, and the level of their spiritual weapons is also different.
Not long after, Song Qi gradually showed his defeat, and the flying sword was not as smooth as it was at first. It was obvious that his spiritual energy was being consumed violently and his physical strength was exhausted.
At this moment, Su Zimo suddenly asked: "Why do you want to kill me?"
The Xuanpao Qi Practitioner realized that he had taken control of the situation, so he glanced at Su Zimo and said in a pitiful voice: "Today, I want you to understand that a mortal has the Heavenly Treasure Order in his possession, and this is the reason for your death! "
In a hurry, Song Qi looked back and found that Su Zimo was still standing there. He couldn't help but feel anxious and said loudly: "Why don't you leave?"
Uh-huh!
Song Qi was distracted for a moment, and the opponent's flying sword took advantage of the opportunity and stabbed him head-on. The cold air was overwhelming!
At this time, it was too late to turn the flying sword. In a panic, Song Qi rolled on the ground without caring about his face. He escaped, but his body was covered with dust and he was in a miserable state.
Su Zimo smiled and did not respond.
Song Qi felt helpless in his heart, gritted his teeth and said: "I am no match for this person, Mr. Su, please leave quickly, it will be too late!"
"No one can leave today!"
The Xuanpao qigong practitioner shouted loudly, and the speed of the flying sword attack increased, constantly impacting Song Qi's defense, and the sounds of gold and metal clashing occurred one after another.
At this moment, the two people fighting heard a deep sigh.
"Yeah, you can't leave today..."
Both Song Qi and the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner were a little stunned. Before they understood what Su Zimo meant, they caught a glimpse of a horrifying scene from the corner of their eyes!
Su Zimo was four feet away from the battlefield.
But in just two or three steps, Su Zimo rushed forward with a fierce look in his eyes, like a man-eating beast, exuding cold murderous intent!
Not to mention the Xuanpao qigong practitioner who was targeted by Su Zimo, even Song Qi who was standing by had a feeling of panic.
"not good!"
The Xuanpao Qi practitioner's heart skipped a beat. He stepped back and controlled the flying sword, trying to turn the sword around and kill Su Zimo.
But the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner's movements were too slow and full of loopholes in Su Zimo's eyes.
Su Zimo's expression was cold, and he pulled out the Hanyue Sword from his waist with his backhand, and moved it forward.
The bright silver sword light flashed, piercing people's eyes.
puff!
A big head flew high into the sky, its neck was as smooth as a mirror, and blood spurted out.
Song Qi opened his mouth slightly, his mind was in confusion, and he stared at this scene in a daze, unable to calm down for a while.
died.
An eighth-level qigong practitioner was killed with just one sword!
lucky? luck? main idea
"Good knife."
Su Zimo looked at the Hanyue Sword that was not stained with any blood, praised it, and put it back into the scabbard.
Song Qi's throat moved and he couldn't help but swallow his saliva.
What kind of person can be so calm after killing an eighth-level Qi practitioner
Su Zimo suddenly became mysterious in Song Qi's eyes, completely different from the frail scholar he knew before.
Song Qi couldn't help but recall the scene that had just happened. The more he thought about it, the more frightened he became, and before he knew it, he broke into a cold sweat.
He was horrified to realize that if Su Zimo had slashed him with that knife just now, he wouldn't have been able to dodge it!
Su Zimo took off the storage bag from the Xuanpao Qi Practitioner's waist, threw it to Song Qi without looking at it, and said, "Take it."
"This, this, I can't have this." For some reason, Song Qi became a little nervous when facing Su Zimo.
Su Zimo smiled and said: "Put it away and cultivate to the eighth level of Qi Condensation as soon as possible."
Seeing Su Zimo's smile, as if the frail scholar had returned, Song Qi's expression softened slightly, his pressure suddenly reduced, he stopped refusing, and put away the storage bag.
Su Zimo said again: "Control the flying sword with all your strength and rush to Pingyang Town."
Song Qi responded, and was about to ask, where are you going, when he found that Su Zimo had disappeared from the place, his legs spread out, and he took a step forward to reach a distance of two feet, very fast!
It wasn't until this moment that Song Qi realized that his employer was not a simple person...
Song Qi quickly took to the air with his sword and chased after Su Zimo.