"I'll kill him, and you take the demon bead." The expressionless cultivator picked up the knife that had pierced Wang Teng's arm, licked up the blood on it with his tongue, and then walked slowly and slowly.
Chase in the direction where Wang Teng escaped.
It takes no effort at all to kill a second-level Taoist cultivator.
While Wang Teng was walking through the stone forest, he secretly cried out bad luck in his heart. He is still a little younger now, and the dangers in the world of cultivation are much more terrifying than he imagined. Things like the mantis stalking the cicada and the oriole behind are happening every day.
With.
If you stop being careful and become more vigilant, even if you can escape today, you will not be able to escape tomorrow.
The sound of life-threatening footsteps behind him continued, but there was no trace of fear on Wang Teng's face. Instead, he looked a little excited, with a sneer hanging from the corner of his mouth.
"You want to kill me and see who kills whom in the end?" He was thinking in his heart, but he shouted in a panic: "I am a disciple of the Xiaochi Sect. Even if you kill me, don't even think about running away."
"Pfft! Xiaochi Sect! That's nothing!" The cultivator wearing the mask suddenly laughed wildly, but the sword in his hand was unambiguous at all, and he kept slashing at the seriously injured Blue Water Mottled Tiger, bright red.
Blood splattered everywhere, and the scene was extremely bloody.
Even the extremely ferocious Blue Water Colorful Tiger let out a shrill scream at this time.
That guy is simply a pervert. He could have killed the blue water spotted tiger with one sword, but instead of doing that, he kept torturing him.
"We have also killed cultivators of the third level of the Xiaochi Sect. In front of Tianshui Gate, what does the Xiaochi Sect mean?" The expressionless cultivator swept away the blood flowing from Wang Teng's wound on the ground, and his face became more and more ferocious.
"Tianshui Sect? No matter what, we are all immortal cultivators and righteous sects. It is our duty to kill demons and do justice for heaven. Why do we kill each other?" Wang Teng's voice was still panicked,
Came not far or near.
"A fool like you should have gone back to the secular world a long time ago. You are worthy of being a cultivator and doing justice for heaven. Only those who are extremely stupid can have such an idea. Let me tell you, in the secular world, I
He was just an inverted fly who specialized in killing good people, but he ended up becoming a disciple of Tianshui Sect.
There is no good or evil in this world, only strength. Idiots like you can die."
The expressionless cultivator's face suddenly showed a ferocious look, as if that was his true face. His eyes moved towards the ancient tree above his head, and a sharp knife flew out with a whoosh.
Wang Teng was hiding on the ancient tree, and the blood from the wound was dripping down. But when the knife was shot at him, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.
On top of the ancient tree, Wang Teng let out a scream. The sharp flying knife penetrated the branch where he was hiding and aimed at his chest. After a rustling sound, Wang Teng, like a huge stone, shot straight from the sky.
It fell down and fell hard to the ground.
The cultivator still had an expressionless face, glanced at Wang Teng's body coldly, and snorted coldly. Wang Teng lay on the ground, motionless, with his back to the cultivator, like a dead corpse.
"Shasha!" The cultivator's feet made the dead leaves on the ground crackle, and he walked towards Wang Teng slowly and slowly. However, his expression still had a hint of caution, and his eyes turned to Wang Teng's chest.
"It didn't hit." The cultivator's expression suddenly changed at this moment, and his body involuntarily took a few steps back, because he discovered that the knife that had originally hit Wang Teng's chest was not in Wang Teng's chest at all.
Not even a drop of blood.
It was at this one thousandth of an instant that Wang Teng's eyes suddenly opened, a sly smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and a blue cold light flew out from his right hand towards the person.
The cultivator's forehead was drilled out.
"You are very cunning, but do you think I am not on guard?" The cultivator suddenly let out a ferocious laugh, his face showed no surprise, and his eyes became even more ferocious.
A flash of sword light passed by, and the knife that Wang Teng shot flew away, causing a burst of sparks.
Wang Teng turned around and jumped up from the ground, staring at the cultivator with a pale face.
"This time, you are really going to die." The cultivator became expressionless again, as if he was a machine specially designed for killing. The long sword in his hand danced and struck at Wang Teng.
His attack actually left no room for damage. Even though Wang Teng was only a second-level Taoist cultivator, he was still so cautious.
This kind of person is the most terrifying. He has been a bandit and done many evil things. He has much more combat experience than Wang Teng.
Unfortunately, he still made a mistake, that is, he still underestimated Wang Teng's combat power.
"Really?" Wang Teng's uninjured right arm suddenly swung forward when the sharp sword was stabbed in front of him. The Diamond Cover Kung Fu was activated to the extreme and integrated into the Breaking Wind Fist, creating a faint layer of
Earthy yellow light flows around the fist, as if coated with a layer of gray gold.
This punch was so fast that it was unimaginable, and a hint of fear suddenly appeared in the eyes of the cultivator at Tianshui Gate. Just when he sensed something was wrong and wanted to withdraw his move to avoid it, it was already too late.
"Boom!" With a loud noise, Wang Teng's fist shattered the opponent's sword into pieces, and then landed hard on his chest.
"How could it be so powerful?" The cultivator's whole body flew backwards, and all his internal organs were shattered. He flew dozens of meters away before falling to the ground. Before he died, he couldn't figure out what happened to Wang Teng.
It would be so terrible.
The force of his punch was probably close to 800 kilograms. Only a fourth-level Taoist cultivator could have such strength.
After Wang Teng killed the opponent, his body did not stop for a moment. He immediately moved over the opponent's body and searched out all the belongings on his body.
Three hundred spirit coins, two talismans, and three foundation-building pills.
As a result, Wang Teng had more than 500 spiritual coins, ten foundation-building pills, and two unknown second-grade pills on his body.
"Junior brother, hurry up, don't play with that kind of trash, the first-order demon bead has been obtained." The voice of the masked cultivator suddenly came from the stone forest. Wang Teng could tell from his breath.
, this guy's strength is probably even stronger than the killed cultivator in front of him.
There was a dull pain in his left arm, and blood continued to flow out. Wang Teng suddenly felt dizzy, and the wound in the hand of the knife turned purple-black.
"Poisonous." Wang Teng was shocked, and quickly took a Jiexudan, and sprinkled a packet of white powder on the wound. However, these things could only treat trauma, but could not drive away the poison.
The feeling of dizziness is getting stronger and stronger, and I don't know what kind of poison is contained in that knife. If it is an ordinary second-level Taoist cultivator, I am afraid that it will not be able to hold on and die.
Gritting his teeth, Wang Teng decided to give up the Blue Water Colorful Tiger's demon bead. Anyway, the harvest this time was already very good. It didn't matter whether he completed the task or not. In his current situation, if he fought with the opponent, he might even lose his life.
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He glanced at the woods to the east. Wang Teng's figure was like the wind. He got in and disappeared completely in a few rounds.
"Junior brother, that person is not a bitch. Even if he is, you don't have to do it for so long?" A moment later, the masked cultivator holding a sword stained with blood appeared in front of Wang Teng just now.
Where there was a big battle, he hummed.
When he saw the body lying on the ground, his throat suddenly choked.
In a dense jungle five or six miles away, Wang Teng stumbled and ran forward quickly, constantly shuttling in the darkness. Suddenly, a scalp-numbing roar rang out from the valley, shaking
It made his ears somewhat deaf.
"I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you." This voice, in the dark night of the mountain forest, is like the roar of an evil spirit, and it will frighten mortals to death.
"It's too cruel. It's no better than the disciples of Xiaochi Sect. I used to think that gods are the incarnation of justice and do justice for heaven. Now it seems that I am really too naive." Wang Teng dodged and said.
I secretly thought in my heart.
The bleeding from his wound has stopped, but the venom is gradually flowing through his body along his meridians. Otherwise, he would not have to run away at all.
"What happened over there?" After running for dozens of miles, in the woods not far from Wang Teng, there was a team of three or four casual cultivators resting in the jungle. After hearing the sound, a look of confusion appeared on their faces.
With doubts on their faces, they all ran towards the direction from which the sound came.
Wang Teng breathed a sigh of relief and continued to move forward cautiously. However, he soon heard bursts of screams and the explosion sound of the talismans being activated. It seemed that Minato's disciples went crazy that day and fought with the team of casual cultivators.
Got up.
The shrill screams made Wang Teng feel a little numb. He secretly cursed the Minato disciple that day for being a pervert.
With the help of the cover of the night, Wang Teng finally avoided the pursuit of the Shuimen disciples that day and entered a valley. In a hidden tree hole, he activated the body refining technique and used the spiritual power in the spiritual coins to
The poison in the meridians was forced out one after another.
With a "puff", a purple bloody sword spit out from Wang Teng's mouth. At this moment, his body felt extremely comfortable, his mind went blank, and he fell asleep heavily after lying down.
Two days later, Wang Teng returned to Xiaochi Peak without incident.
"Wang Teng, where did you come back from? I have something to ask you. Where are Liu Zhong and Qian Li?" A figure blocked Wang Teng's way, Lin Yuan.