Boom!
The golden light of the little golden tiger blasted fiercely on the woman in feather clothes. The huge explosion and impact sent the woman in feather clothes flying more than ten feet away. When the hundred sword lights were about to hit the little golden tiger, a pitch-black shield suddenly appeared in front of it, which could barely block the bombardment of the hundred sword lights.
Although the black shield was shattered by the sword light in an instant, Xiao Jinhu had seized the time to escape.
"Master, why did you save that little golden tiger?"
The little monk Danling was very puzzled by Qin Lang's approach, "You should catch it according to my method, as long as you make a simple blood talisman with the blood of hundreds of creatures or poisonous insects, attack it by surprise, or Stick it on its body, and it can't escape at all. This is a natural treasure, you let it go?"
"I'm not a cultivator, what kind of spiritual treasure do I want?"
Qin Lang said, "Besides, this little golden tiger is also an elf bred by the aura of heaven and earth. It would be a pity to just kill it or pick up the treasure. Well, it's not suitable to stay here for a long time. I'll go first, lest the comprehension just now Or make trouble for me."
In fact, Qin Lang was not so high-spirited in the first place. He also had some interest in this little golden tiger, but the intuition in his heart told him that he could not hurt this little golden tiger. In addition, he really didn't think about refining any magic weapon. He was just curious about this little golden tiger. Not wanting to plunder, so Qin Lang made such a choice.
However, Qin Lang didn't know that this caused trouble.
"I want to leave! It's too late! You damn ant!"
A vicious voice sounded in the woods, needless to say, it was the voice of the woman in feather clothes just now.
Qin Lang didn't run away immediately, turned around to look at the woman in feather clothes, and saw that the woman was only in her twenties, and her appearance was also very pretty, but her eyes were full of hatred and murderous intent, just like an evil witch. Holding an ancient sword in her hand, the woman walked slowly towards Qin Lang, but Qin Lang felt that his body was imprisoned by invisible forces, and his whole body was surrounded by the crisis of the future.
If you are really afraid of anything, come here. Although you have heard the word cultivator from the mouths of the little monk Danling and the black water king Jiao before, Qin Lang does not think that there are still cultivators wandering in this world, because the current world The aura of heaven and earth has been exhausted, and even guys like Heishui Wangjiao have gone to the world of cultivators, so Qin Lang thinks that cultivators should not appear in this so-called abandoned "earthly world". But he didn't expect that Qin Lang would meet a real cultivator in the dark night and deep mountains.
"I said this lady, there is no deep hatred between us, right?"
Qin Lang tried to solve the problem in a calm way, because it was the little golden tiger that hurt the woman in feather just now, not Qin Lang, he was just helping the little golden tiger escape.
"Yes, there is no deep hatred between us. But in the eyes of this girl, a secular warrior like you is like an ant. If you crush an ant, you don't need any hatred, just look at my mood. You stop Let me collect that Lingbao, this alone is enough to kill you." The woman in feather clothes said arrogantly.
"You must kill me?" Qin Lang tried to delay for a while, because he had no experience in fighting with cultivators, so he needed time to plan carefully.
The woman in feather clothes didn't give Meng Qin Lang any more time, and squeezed a sword formula with her right hand, and suddenly a long sword shot straight at Qin Lang's chest like lightning.
"Flying sword!"
Qin Lang couldn't help but exclaimed in his heart, as expected, as the legend said, a cultivator can indeed fly with a sword and kill with a sword. This flying sword is really faster than lightning and kills invisible. Put it in your eyes.
The flying sword was unbelievably fast, and it reached Qin Lang's chest in an instant. There was no time to dodge at all, only the sound of "Qing Qiang", this flying sword had pierced into Qin Lang's protective qi.
You must know that Qin Lang's body-protecting stellar qi is far stronger than others, and even the strong ones connected to the heavens are not as good as Qin Lang, because Qin Lang has now penetrated seventy-three large and small dantians in his body, and the quality of the stellar qi is simply abnormal. But even so, his protective qi still couldn't resist the flying sword of the woman in feather clothes. Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce his chest, at the very moment, Qin Lang struck the mantis sly hand, and miraculously pinched the blade of the flying sword with three fingers, stopping it from moving forward. But Qin Lang didn't have time to rejoice, because the flying sword suddenly shrank, Qin Lang only felt that his fingers were empty, and then saw a ball of bright light burst open, and the sword light all over the sky came oncoming. It is impossible to tell which one is the real flying sword. Maybe every sword light is a flying sword, because every sword light is so sharp and terrifying.
The rumored cultivator is indeed difficult to deal with. The sky-filled sword light almost enveloped Qin Lang's whole body, leaving no room for him to escape at all. At a critical moment, Qin Lang raised his spiritual power to the extreme, suppressed the fear and panic in his heart, and entered the subtle state of "mind like a mirror, body like Bodhi". With the help of the second spiritual world, he clearly grasped these swords The flight trajectory of the light, in Qin Lang's eyes, these sword lights seemed to have become "slow". At the moment when the sword light was about to hit him, Qin Lang displayed the ever-changing movement of snakes, walking in the gap of the flying sword In the meantime, he narrowly avoided the hundreds of sword lights.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless sword lights pierced through the trunks of the big trees around Qin Lang's body, as easily as cutting tofu.
After avoiding this blow, Qin Lang was relieved, and at the same time he gave up the idea of running away. After successfully avoiding the blow, Qin Lang suddenly realized that cultivators are not gods after all, and they are not omnipotent, they are just another kind of cultivators. There is no essential difference from people who practice supernatural powers, martial arts, and witchcraft, but the way of practice is different or more advanced. The reason why Qin Lang was a little afraid and nervous before was because he felt that a cultivator was omnipotent and superior to others, so he lost the opportunity in front of this woman in feather clothes. Of course, another reason is also because of the Blackwater King Jiao, through which Qin Lang first learned about the existence of cultivators, and there was a shadow in his heart. But at this moment, after facing the real cultivator, Qin Lang suddenly realized that emotions such as fear and nervousness would not save his life, but would only put him in danger. The heart of fear.
When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!
Qin Lang faced the indifferent and ruthless woman in feather clothes in front of him, and made a gesture of fighting to the death.