Xia Ze slowly stood up, dusted himself off, and glared at the two of them.
Qian Dai narrowed his eyes slightly: "Is it you?"
Qian Bao looked Xia Ze up and down and found that his clothes had not changed much.
There are two talismans with unknown functions attached to his feet, and the aura-filled sword behind him is of high quality.
In the early years, many monks from the mountain sect came to the town and went to every house to weigh the bones of the children of the people in the town. Those with good qualifications naturally entered the sect to practice. This boy was unable to do so because of his poor qualifications. Enter the sect.
Could it be that this boy got lucky and attracted the attention of the sect on the mountain?
Every time he went to the tea shop to tease Lu Ying, within half a day his house would be splashed with smelly excrement and swill, and he still couldn't catch this kid, so Qian Dai was inexplicably afraid of this kid all these years. I never dared to provoke him, kid.
Not that he can't be beaten, but even if he reaches out to hit him, he will make himself sick.
Xia Ze looked at the sleeping He Xi and said to the two of them, "Let her go."
Yan Song, who was behind Qian Dai, laughed loudly: "Let her go? Why? Just because of you, a stubborn ant in the first level of martial arts?"
Qian Dai looked puzzled: "Master Yanxian, is this guy really just a stubborn stone warrior?"
The man nodded: "With your perfect cultivation in the three realms of Qi training, plus a flying sword, you should be able to kill an ant with ease."
Qian Bao nodded, his confidence greatly increased, and his eyes turned colder to Xia Ze.
"After you're done, leave the kid's sword." Yan Song patted Qian Dai on the shoulder, led the horse carrying He Xi to the edge of the formation, separated a ray of soul, and once again attacked and blocked the formation. .
"You little bastard, you are a blind cat who met a dead mouse. I don't know which sect you got support from, and now you have become a martial artist. Why don't you keep this miserable life and come here to seek death? Don't you think you have a long life?"
As he spoke, a five-inch long black flying sword flew out from Qian Dai's waist, flew to Qian Dai's head, and kept circling.
Xia Ze smiled instead of getting angry, bowed his waist slightly, and slowly positioned his fist: "It seems that you are not the one in charge, so whatever, I will punch you to death first, and then I will ask that bastard for you."
Qian Dai was so angry that he sneered and said mockingly: "You little bastard, do you really think I'm afraid of you in this town? A little bug like you is dirty even if you beat him to death, but today you came to the door yourself. , don’t blame me if you die.”
He twitched his pants again, deliberately pushed his crotch, and said with a smile: "Don't worry, after you die, I will take good care of the widow in the tea shop for you. The rice I have eaten is more than the road you have walked." There are many ways to make her life worse than death."
The coldness in Xia Ze's eyes was suffocating.
"A thousand-year-old bastard and a ten-thousand-year-old turtle, I'm still wondering how you, an old bastard, can still survive at the age of half-buried. It doesn't matter. It's easy to die. I'll help you."
His left foot suddenly stepped on the ground, and above his knees, two green magic walking armor and horse talismans flashed. Xia Ze's figure surged, and with every breath, he ducked in front of Qian Dai.
A powerful and heavy punch hit Qian Dai's chest. Qian Dai didn't expect that he could move so fast. The flying sword above his head couldn't even react, so he had to shout loudly. With a sound, the skin all over his body turned into a copper color, and he used his hands to resist.
Is this the kind of power one can have at the first level of martial arts?
There was a loud bang. The young man seemed to be too impatient. He punched out and his foot slipped and flew out, grazing the money bag.
When he hit the money bag, the force was only about 70%. The two talismans on his knees were related to his thoughts. As long as his thoughts were too fast, he would not be able to stop his steps.
Qian Dai's feet sank deeply into the soil, and his legs trembled. Looking at the swarthy boy he despised, a fear of death filled his heart.
A piece of flesh and blood on the chest was torn to pieces by the fist, and the blood flow continued. The purple color of the palms used to resist had faded away, and the fierce fists swept across the wrists where the fist hit, making the pain unbearable.
That punch left Qian Dai with lingering fear, and his previous contempt for Xia Ze disappeared.
Xia Ze stood up again, his mind racing, and he returned to his calm and calm look.
Yan Song raised his palms to the sky, his eyes were blank, and reminded: "Don't let him get close, use the flying sword to keep the distance. That kid is a martial artist. Before the third realm, he could only fight hand-to-hand. As long as his true energy is exhausted, it will be easy to kill him." . ”
Qian Dai nodded repeatedly, screamed strangely, and flew out a sword above his head.
The flying sword was extremely fast, and it reached Xia Ze's throat in a flash of lightning.
When Xia Ze responded to a sword master like Qian Dai for the first time, he was a little flustered, but he was not stupid enough to use his fists to fight hard.
Just when he was about to sink into Xia Ze's throat, he quickly fell back with his head and his hands were like paddling in a backstroke. The sword obviously couldn't stop its momentum. The sword sank into the rock, and the sword body twisted like a worm.
The young man slapped his palms on the ground, turned over like a carp, raised his body, pointed his toes, and used the Divine Walking Armor and Horse Talisman again.
This time he learned from the previous lesson, hunched his body, and used his left hand to plow the ground with a rake, firmly controlling his body shape, and punched again.
The speed is slightly slower, but the momentum remains unchanged.
Qian Dai complained endlessly in his heart. He hurriedly cursed at the little beast and stepped back, muttering a spell.
In the same realm, if a Qi practitioner allows a martial artist to get close to him, there will most likely be a massacre like chopping up melons and vegetables.
Therefore, a Qi practitioner with a little bit of knowledge will most likely find a warrior to act as his protector, so that he can delay the opponent when facing the enemy, allowing him enough time to chant the incantation and release the killing move.
Sword masters and sword cultivators both seem to use swords, but they are actually very different.
Sword cultivators use swords to practice sword energy one after another, or they specialize in swordsmanship and swordsmanship, breaking through all kinds of swords with one sword. They can even summon the natal flying sword warmed in the acupoints to travel thousands of miles to take people. The first level. The higher-level flying sword can even communicate with the owner's mind and has its own natal magical power.
The Sword Controller, on the other hand, is based on the Qi Master's use of Qi to control objects, using spiritual energy to control the flying sword. The flying sword itself has no spiritual wisdom and is just a dead object. It cannot do anything beyond the range of the owner's sight.
Yan Song stood behind him with complicated eyes, looking at Qian Dai's frustration, but he had no intention of helping.
This punch was about to hit Qian Dai's face. Qian Dai didn't even bother to call out the flying sword on the rock, and released the magic technique in his hand in a hurry.
A strange whirlwind without warning formed between the two of them, and the momentum gradually turned into a tornado the size of a buffalo. A monster with the head of a deer and the body of a snake loomed in the eye of the wind, and then there was a bang, the wind mass exploded, and a series of wind blades Shooting out in all directions.
There are deep smooth cuts all over the rocks and trees.
"Fei Lian Wu Feng Technique, but unfortunately it was cast too hastily and the power is far less than the complete technique." Yan Song murmured.
Qian Dai's figure is embedded on a rock three feet away. His nose and eyes are crooked, his orifices are bleeding, and his expression is in a trance.
Xia Ze took six or seven steps back, slowly regained his strength, and then slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air.
Previously, while Fei Lian Wu Feng's skill was not yet fully formed, Xia Ze's punch still hit him firmly on the door. There was a crisp sound of bone cracking, and then the tornado exploded.
He used his body skills to dodge more than a dozen of the scattered terrifying wind blades. The last two wind blades went straight towards the front door and lower body. There was no way to avoid them. He used two punches in the Subduing Dragon Cloud Hand to disperse them.
There seemed to be a huge copper bell inside Qian Dai's rotten head, which was being struck by someone. He could only feel the deafening roar in his mind, one after another, and his face looked like a miscellaneous shop. The red blood and black pupils were mixed together.
If it weren't for the gap between three realms, this punch could directly make his head explode like a watermelon.
What's more, he had to borrow medicine to reach the realm of perfecting the three realms. With this punch, the effect of the Yincao Juishou Pill was offset a lot, and his figure became a bit older.
Qian Dai pulled out his body, behaved crazily, and roared: "You damn little bastard! If you dare to make me lose face in front of Master Yan, I will kill you."
Xia Ze looked at the embarrassed Qian Dai, patted the dust on his body, and said with a smile: "I said earlier that I would kill you with one punch. It seems that I am exaggerating. It is not my fault. The Qi Refiner has the cultivation level of worshiping the gods. , in front of me, a warrior in the stubborn stone realm, you are as weak as paper, how useless you are."
The man opposite quickly formed a seal with his hands, and the black flying sword that was submerged in the rock was inspired and circled up again. With a whoosh, it stabbed Xia Ze's vest again, and Qian Dai took out a yellow talisman at this time. Rushing towards Xia Ze.
Faced with the situation of being attacked from two sides, Xia Ze not only did not use the Divine Walking Armor and Horse Talisman to escape, he sneered, took out the Bahuangli Fire Sword on his back, turned around and slashed at Feijian.
"Ding." There was a crisp sound, and the black flying sword shattered.
Qian Dai felt panic in his heart, and the connection between the flying sword and him suddenly disappeared. The situation that was originally very beneficial to him suddenly reversed, but now it was impossible to distance himself and escape, so he had to twist the yellow talisman in his hand.
Suddenly, the wind and clouds changed color, and hundreds of fireballs as thick as the mouth of a bowl shot out from the yellow talisman paper. The firelight was mixed with the wails of ghosts, and they smashed towards Xia Ze.
Xia Ze slashed with his sword, Li Huo Bahuang. He was already a semi-immortal weapon of quite good quality. He was naturally superior to fire spells, so it was easy to ward off fire and control fire.
Groups of fireballs exploded one after another, and a raging fire ignited on the sword body. The momentum became more and more fierce. Xia Ze danced his sword and killed Qian Dai.
The latter looked miserable and shouted: "Master Yanxian, save my life!"
The pendant around Xia Ze's neck was like a human heart, opening and closing, with red light suddenly appearing, as if he was jumping for joy after smelling delicious food. The talisman in Qian Dai's hand flew towards the pendant through remote sensing, and finally stuck in front of Xia Ze.
The yellow talisman paper turned grayish white bit by bit and fell to the ground.
Yan Song was shocked, did this kid have a magic weapon that was hidden in the box?
But Xia Ze still didn't stop. The Divine Walking Armor and Horse Talisman seemed to have burned out the last trace of spiritual power, and his feet moved like rolling thunder.
Stab out with a sword!
Yan Song arrived in an instant and struck out with a palm in front of Yu Xia Ze.
Xia Ze seemed to have expected that Yan Song would not just sit idly by, so he took out the Heavenly King's Armor Talisman, blew out a breath of martial arts energy, and a pair of shining golden and powerful armors appeared in front of Xia Ze.
The King of Heaven is armored and the Vajra is indestructible.
The sword failed to penetrate Qian Dai's chest, but the sharp sword energy still hit his heart, causing a bulge on the clothes on his back. In the end, the sword energy pierced the clothes, and the sword energy hit him one after another. A big tree behind him was cut in half!
Qian Dai fell to the ground like a kite with its string cut off.
There is a look of death on his face, and his originally strong body is now melting bit by bit like a slug in the presence of salt.
Xia Ze stood up with support, his arms were numb, and the cracks on the armor's shoulders were expanding. Fortunately, he took a little precaution just now and didn't let him hit his heart. Otherwise, even if he had this armor next to him, he would probably be injured. His life was cut short.
Yan Song clenched his fists and said with a solemn face, "Boy, you are so brave. It depends on the owner to beat a dog. How do you want to die?"