The monk who had his sleeve cut by Lu Ping said angrily, "This kid slipped away so fast!"
The other monk obviously didn't expect that Lu Ping was still looking like a dead fish just now, but he ran fast in a blink of an eye. If he had known this, he would not have kept his identity and did not take action just now, so he sneered and said: "Run, where can he go? Run, I have sent a message, Senior Brother Hu and Junior Brother Zeng have already rushed over to intercept him on the way."
When Lu Ping saw the two monks of the Xuanling sect, he already had a calculation in his heart.
As soon as they fought, Lu Ping found that the monk who fought with him should have the fifth level of hemolysis. If it was on weekdays, he would never say that he would fight with him. Even if he lost, he would be sure to escape.
However, there was another person who was comparable to this monk staring at him, and he delayed for a while, not to mention that the monk next to him would make a move. He was afraid that other monks from the Xuanling faction who surrounded and suppressed him would also come, so Lu Ping made a decisive decision and used He took a piece of water escape talisman that he refined and fled to the north.
The south is the territory of the Xuanling sect, and there are monks chasing and blocking him behind and in front of him, so he can only flee to the north, although the future of the north may be uncertain.
This Water Escape Talisman can last about half a stick of incense, but after Lu Ping escaped for tens of miles, he suddenly felt a sword light slashing towards him, and a voice chuckled, "Where to escape, come out!"
Lu Ping's water escape was interrupted, and he jumped up from the sea. He saw that in front of him was a monk of the Xuanling sect who was a fourth-level hemolytic monk. Not far from this monk, another monk of the Xuanling sect had a blank face. Looking at Lu Ping with an expression, Lu Ping's spiritual sense probed the past, and was immediately blocked by a more powerful spiritual sense. Lu Ping was shocked, knowing that this was a monk who was more terrifying than the monk in front of him.
The white-faced monk in front of him was very young, similar to Lu Ping, but his hemolytic fourth-level cultivation clearly told Lu Ping that he was a genius!
The white-faced monk obviously regarded Lu Ping as an opponent in sword training. When he made a move, he used a set of "Eighteen Merry and Happy Swordsmanship". It seems that the breeze is swirling in the air, making people unable to figure it out, but it is everywhere.
The joyful sword style, waving in the air brings up the light wind whistling, as if a happy elf is singing an ethereal song in the sky, and the breeze from the sky gathers around his sword style, which is the "momentum" of the wind-type swordsmanship. realm.
Lu Ping's face was dignified. This was the first time that Lu Ping fought against a monk in the hemolytic period who had comprehended the realm of "power". fight. The layers of knife waves are like the waves of the sea, which are endless.
Although the wind is everywhere, the water is also pervasive. At this moment, the two unexpectedly came to a stalemate.
The white-faced monk's eyes lit up when Lu Ping used the "surging waves hitting the shore sword art", he never thought that he would run into a monk who also understood the "power", which made the Xuanling sect who was originally a little bit depressed The genius cultivator's expression lifted, and the Xuanling sect cultivator behind him was also quite surprised.
After the two fought seven or eight moves, the white-faced cultivator had firmly gained the upper hand due to his cultivation being several floors higher than Lu Ping's, but after seventy or eighty moves, the white-faced cultivator still had the same advantage, and Lu Ping still Unhurriedly displaying his swordsmanship.
At this time, the white-faced monk realized that the magic power of this little monk of the blood-dissolving layer of the True Spirit Sect was so profound. His sword is like huge waves, one layer after another, the back waves push the front waves, endlessly, while resisting his own offensive, there is also a faint force of counterattack hidden in the waves of swords.
Could it be that he hasn't tried his best? The white-faced monk couldn't believe it.
At this moment, the posture of Lu Ping's sword suddenly changed, as if a wind was blowing on the turbulent sea. The water borrowed the wind, and the wind helped the waves. .
"Take advantage!"
The monk from the Xuanling Sect behind the white-faced monk exclaimed in surprise. Hearing this exclamation, the white-faced monk's white jade face became even whiter, it was pale!
The situation was reversed in an instant, and the white-faced monk who had the upper hand was suddenly suppressed by the waves of swords brought by Lu Ping, leaving only the power to resist, but the white-faced monk had a deep cultivation after all, although he was at a disadvantage, But it's not something that Lu Ping can defeat in a short time, not to mention that there is a monk of the Xuanling sect with a higher cultivation level beside him.
At this moment, the monks of the Xuanling sect seemed impatient. With a flick of the middle finger and thumb of their right hand, a ball of sea water suddenly jumped up on the surface of the sea, and it instantly turned into a crystal clear and gleaming triangular thorn. It flew towards Lu Ping's throat.
The three-edged thorn was still a few feet away, and Lu Ping felt a chill piercing his throat. With a strange cry, Lu Ping threw two talismans and turned them into two water shields. In front of the land level, he jumped into the sea at the same time, slapped a water escape talisman on his body, and turned into a ball of water again and fled northwestward.
The three-edged thorn was blocked by two water shields, and after the two water shields were smashed, Lu Ping had already fled. The white-faced monk lost the sword fight, feeling irritable, and said viciously: "What a cunning boy, just Will you escape?"
The ruthless monk at the side glanced at him, and said: "If you hadn't insisted on fighting him first, how could he have left this place! But he can't run very far, Senior Brother Pang has already chased him, and Senior Brother Pang With the cultivation base and speed of the late stage of hemolysis, no matter how many Water Escape Talismans this guy has, it will be in vain."
Hearing what the cold-hearted monk said, the white-faced monk suddenly calmed down a lot, and said, "That's true!"
Lu Ping didn't know at this time that the biggest test for him to be hunted down was already waiting for him halfway.
Lu Ping seemed to have made some progress in the sword fight with the white-faced monk just now, but he forgot to escape for a while, and was immersed in the comprehension of swordsmanship. It was not until the cruel monk at the side made a move that Lu Ping was startled and fled quickly. This time the other party has made a fool of himself, even if he can escape, he still has to shed his skin!
A momentum suddenly erupted in front of Lu Ping, and the sea water seemed to freeze suddenly in front of the land. Lu Ping had no choice but to interrupt the water escape again and jumped out of the sea.
But he saw a monk of the Xuanling Sect standing in front of him with his hands behind his back. There was a little surprise in the eyes of this monk, as if he was guessing how Lu Ping's hemolytic first-level cultivation could successfully escape under the obstruction of his four juniors. out.
At this time, Lu Ping only had horror in his eyes. As far as his spiritual consciousness could reach, a straight energy shot straight into the sky above the monk's head.
Essence wolf smoke!
This is the spirit wolf smoke that only the monks in the late stage of hemolysis can condense the spiritual power of their own huge blood!
At this moment, Lu Ping seemed to be doomed!