The two Maoshan Zhengtian Sect disciples continued to move forward, and were only about ten meters away from Feng Qingyang. At this moment, his heart was in his throat, and he could not afford to make any mistakes. If he was not careful, he would bring himself endless disasters.
Ten meters, five meters!
"Come on, you can't blame me if you want to die!" He howled in his heart and circulated his magic power throughout his body. At this moment, he was at his peak fighting strength.
At this moment, the young man with the full forehead suddenly stopped, looked around with a look of indifference, and then sat down on the ground. The two of them sat on the ground muttering to each other about something!
"Not good!" Feng Qingyang suddenly smelled a hint of danger. Without thinking, he jumped to the side of the demon wolf Xiaoyue, grabbed it and leaped violently.
"Boom! Boom! Boom!" As expected, the place where Feng Qingyang had been hiding before had been engulfed by a sea of fire. Accompanied by a sizzling sound, visible air waves rose into the sky.
Feng Qingyang looked at the thick vine with fear and trepidation. If he had pressed the key a little slower, he would have been the one to be burned.
He secretly wiped his sweat, looked at the demon wolf Xiaoyue beside him with lingering fear and said: "It was a close call, I almost fell into their trap."
"Monster, watch out!"
At this moment, two loud shouts came from behind. Feng Qingyang was shocked and jumped to the side without thinking.
Bang!
A big fire started again where he docked. The fire emitted a faint green light. It was obvious at a glance that it was not an ordinary fire. Feng Qingyang even smelled a hint of threat from it.
"I can't get close to them with this kind of fighting." Feng Qingyang was secretly anxious. He didn't take these two young Taoist priests in the late stage of Qi Refining seriously at all. However, if they continued to fight like this, it might attract more people, which would then be troublesome.
He jumped again and landed steadily twenty meters away from them. This time, he had created a certain distance between them.
Feeling the sunlight shining through the layers of leaves, he began to feel inexplicably irritated, with a bloodthirsty desire arousing from his heart. Moreover, his Yin energy could not be effectively replenished during the day, and his magic power was depleted very quickly.
Looking at the two Taoists from afar, I saw a twisted and hideous grin on their faces. Both of them were holding a three-finger-wide peach wood sword. The sword body exuded an inexplicable smoothness. Just one glance could tell that it was definitely not a simple peach wood sword.
Feng Qingyang could ignore ordinary weapons. He was not afraid even of a sword that could cut through iron like mud. However, he was really scared when facing the peach wood sword that naturally restrained him. He had experienced the feeling of being hit by a peach wood sword. It felt like being struck by lightning and would make the body numb.
"Haha, it's really a piece of cake after searching for a long time. I actually met you. Don't I deserve the credit?" The person who spoke was the one with the full forehead. He slowly approached Feng Qingyang with a grin.
Yidao is a formal disciple of Maoshan Zhengtian Sect, and he is not an ordinary rookie disciple. All formal disciples in Maoshan must be divided according to strict seniority. Compared with the fat man and the thin man before, the gap between them is like heaven and earth.
Although Yidao was only in the late stage of Qi Refining, he did have extraordinary talent. He would definitely be able to break through Qi Refining and enter the Foundation Establishment stage before the age of fifty.
Disciples like these are deeply loved by the sect and are rewarded with various magic weapons and elixirs. Their training goes smoothly. Feng Qingyang is unlucky to meet them.
I saw a man shaking the peach wood sword in his hand, and under the flowing light, his body was protected by an iron armor symbol, and he came from a distance with the sword.
Seven Star Steps! Demon Slaying Sword!
His steps were like a ghost, and his figure was erratic. Even though Feng Qingyang was extremely strong, he was still unsure. He had never had any experience fighting against such a regular disciple.
The disciples who rescued the demon wolf in the mountains last time were not formal disciples of Maoshan, they could only be considered entry-level disciples.
"Run!" Feng Qingyang looked at Yidao who was moving left and right, his heart pounding. He only had the skills of middle-level corpse jumping, and it was daytime, he was no match for Yidao at all.
"break!"
With a long strand of flying hair, she looked extremely extraordinary, but it was a pity that she was insidious and vicious. One could tell at a glance that she was a person with a heart as vicious as a snake.
He swung his sword, and the glowing peach wood sword in his hand actually shot out a sword light. This sword light did not have any sharp cutting power, but it was this ordinary sword light that made Feng Qingyang extremely scared.
That innate sense of fear made him feel deeply uncomfortable. Why should zombies be naturally afraid of Taoists
Shouting in his heart, Feng Qingyang stood still as he watched the sword flash. He wanted to see if he could be crushed to pieces by one sword. Even the elders of Maoshan couldn't kill him with one sword!
“Puff!”
Feng Qingyang's failure to dodge made him like a living target. The sword light easily hit his body, causing a series of crackling sounds.
“Ah! It hurts!”
He didn't feel this kind of pain when Li Xiao's sword cut his body, but the sword light emitted by the peach wood sword made him feel a kind of pain from the soul.
His body seemed to be struck by lightning, his messy hair stood up into the sky, his human face became distorted, and even the keratin defensive armor on his body was split open.
"Junior Brother Li, this little zombie is nothing special!"
After one successful strike, he stopped where he was and looked at the painful Feng Qingyang with interest. The man with thick eyebrows and big eyes called Junior Brother Li let out a breath, walked leisurely to the side of Feng Qingyang and looked at him carefully.
"Junior brother, this little zombie actually dared to face the sword energy of my Demon-Slaying Sword without dodging or evading. Isn't this courting death? Now he has been restrained by the special sword energy of the Demon-Slaying Sword!" A voice came over with a wild laugh.
"One!"
Feng Qingyang bit his lips tightly to prevent himself from making any sound of pain. Looking at the two stinky Taoist priests so close to him, he really wanted to grab them and suck their blood.
"Oh? It can really talk!" A man with a look of surprise came over and put a talisman on his forehead.
But at this moment, a wolf howl was suddenly heard all around, and the wolf demon Xiaoyue, who had disappeared, appeared from nowhere, opened its bloody mouth and bit towards someone.
I saw a man with a look of disdain casually holding a jar and throwing out a gravity talisman.
"Bang!"
Xiaoyue, the wolf demon, was hit directly by the gravity talisman when he failed to dodge. He fell to the ground with a bang, and blood slowly flowed from the corner of his mouth.
"I forgot that there is a little demon wolf. This really is a gathering of demons and monsters!" He said with a sinister smile, looking at the demon wolf's snow-white fur, his eyes shining.
"It's top-quality wolf skin. If I use it to make an inner armor, I'm afraid I can earn a lot of spirit stones." As he said this, he walked over and started to peel it.
"Stop!" Feng Qingyang was furious when he saw this. He blamed himself for being so careless and trying to withstand that extraordinary sword energy. Now he had implicated the demon wolf Xiaoyue.
"If you dare to touch him, I will drink up all your blood!"
"What can you do if I touch him?"