The old man in black glanced coldly at the smiling Ye Qian, with a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.
Obviously, he only has the cultivation level of the sixth level of the Peeping Dao Realm, which is two small realms behind him.
But surprisingly, when Ye Qian stood not far from him, a sense of crisis made his hair stand on end, and he seemed to have the illusion that he could not defeat this junior.
"Kill him!"
The old man in black did not move, and coldly ordered the men lurking around him to take action.
Before he finished speaking, a black shadow with a blood-red sword light struck directly at the heart of Wang Quan Fugui.
A familiar cruel smile appeared on the corner of Wang Quan Fugui's mouth. He threw the lamp in his hand into the air and moved his body to avoid the sword light.
The moment the royal power and wealth passed by the black shadow, a blood-colored long sword appeared in his hand, and a trace of blood was simply drawn in the air. The black shadow's big head shot into the sky, and a stream of blood spurted out from the neck.
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"A glimpse into the late stage of the fifth level of Dao Realm, nothing more than that!"
The royal sword of wealth and power was raised, and the blood on the sword was thrown away. The tip of the sword was at shoulder height, and he asked to catch the fallen oil lamp.
In the night wind, the oil lamp flickered with a weak and dim light, illuminating the bloody sword body and the darkened faces of the other black-clothed practitioners surrounding Wang Quan Fugui.
Handsome! So cool! I learned new knowledge about being cool today!
Ye Qian silently applauded, the lamps rose and fell, and a good person's head was gone. If any young girl were here, her soul would be lost.
There are still fifteen, five at the peak of the fifth level of the Dao Peeping Realm, and ten at the late stage of the fifth level, plus the late fifth level person who died, and the old man next to Ye Qian at the late level of the sixth level at the Peeping Dao Realm. How much hatred and grievances are there?
How long had it been since the two of them left Anwenfang City?
It only takes a bowl of noodles to organize such a large lineup. If you give it a little more time, don’t go crazy!
At this time, Ye Qian finally understood how important the weighty certificates of submission were in the mouths of royal power and wealth. These things in front of him are probably just appetizers!
Wang Quan Fugui took a sip of the wine in his hand, his hoarse laughter sounded like a ghost crying in the night sky, the sword in his hand shook slightly, and the lamp on the tip of the sword soared into the sky again.
"Hahaha... If you don't go up, then I will!"
The king's body seemed to be filled with blood, his eyes were as cold as ghosts, and there was a bloodthirsty and cruel smile on his lips. As his sword moved, another human head shot up into the sky.
"Don't be defeated one by one, form a sea of blood net, and strangle..."
The other cultivators in black immediately reacted, walking with mysterious steps, and as Wang Quan Fugui moved around, streaks of blood-red spiritual energy pierced out from the sword, intertwined, and shrank little by little, slowly squeezing Wang Quan Fugui's movement.
Wandering space.
Awesome! Ye Qian's eyes narrowed and he nodded secretly. The battle formations of these cultivators did not have much power bonus, but the beauty of this formation was that there was obviously no limit on the number of people. The more people, the larger the scale of the net formed by the bloody aura.
The more powerful it is.
"How about this bloody sea snare?"
The old man looked at the increasingly difficult situation of royal power and wealth, with a smile on his face, and proudly asked the young man next to him who made him unsure of his strength.
"Just one knife!"
Ye Qian curled his lips. The king's power and wealth suffered because of his low level. He could not break the bloody spiritual power with one sword. But for Ye Qian, with this level of spiritual power, it was no problem to cut it from the spiritual energy to the person with one knife.
They are all at the peak of the late fifth level of the Tao Realm. To deal with a kid who is at the peak of the fourth level of the Tao Realm, a dozen people have to form a battle formation to surround and kill him. This old man is so shameless, so he really shouldn't be too thick-skinned!
"I hope your knife is as sharp as your tongue!" the old man sneered.
"When you see my knife, it will be the last scenery you see in this world! Look at it and cherish it!"
Ye Qian retorted directly, and he was equally honest.
I’m not going to kill you now. I just want the king, power and wealth to see clearly how you died, so that they can be more sympathetic. Do you really think it’s my mercy that allows you to live a little longer? You still dare to tease me with your talk. You don’t know how to die.
How to write the word!
The old man was choked up when he heard this. How dare you say that? It sounds like you are two realms higher than you and you can't even catch a move from you. Why don't you go to the Gate of Heaven and come to the Southern Wilderness instead of being so powerful!
"He's going to die!"
The old man smiled coldly.
In the field, during the contraction process, the blood sea net composed of the blood-colored aura of fifteen practitioners of the fifth level of the Peeping Dao Realm slowly merged and gradually formed a blood-colored ball, which firmly imprisoned the royal power and wealth inside.
"When the blood sea net turns into a blood prison, that's when he will be beheaded!" the old man said with a proud smile. When the blood balls formed, the old man chuckled, "You lose, kid!"
"Has he ever practiced at your place?" Ye Qian was unmoved and watched as the blood ball became smaller and smaller. If this continued, the royal power and wealth inside would definitely be crushed into a pile of flesh and blood.
"Yes, I have been practicing for eleven years!"
The old man's proud smile froze and he said displeasedly.
"Then he must have learned about the Xuehailuo Internet Cafe. How could he fall into it so easily? I guess he did it on purpose. What do you think?" Ye Qian smiled softly. This kid can have good luck when he goes out to eat at a street stall.
If the daughter-in-law who gave me the exercises can die so easily, I will lose. When I go back, I will join Zhenyuan's family and become a salted fish raised by women.
"You...impossible...the blood sea snare turned into a blood prison. Even if his cultivation level is higher than a big realm, he can't break it, let alone if his cultivation level is lower than a big realm, unless..."
The old man's face changed slightly, and he also sensed something was wrong, but he has been imprisoned in the blood prison, and is either being squeezed into pulp by the blood prison, or the kid's conspiracy has succeeded.
Impossible!
The old man was greatly disturbed. The Blood Sea Snare could imprison and kill people, and it could also refine the blood aura of the cultivators and increase their cultivation. However, it could not be practiced by anyone but the family patriarch. Even he, the family elder, had never practiced this.
How can an outsider practice this?
Ye Qian could see that the old man was somewhat lacking in confidence, and felt reassured. It seemed that the king's power and wealth should be fine, but he didn't know what the kid's plan was.
In mid-air, the blood-ball-shaped spiritual blood prison is getting smaller and smaller, and the blood color is getting more and more solid. The faces of the fifteen black-clothed practitioners are getting more and more joyful. The spiritual energy in their bodies is rapidly transported to the blood prison, speeding up the blood prison.
shrink.
Not long after, when the diameter of the blood prison shrank to the height of a person, it could no longer be reduced by half a point. All the practitioners in black changed their expressions. No matter how they input spiritual power, the blood prison was like a bottomless pit that swallowed them all, but there was still no change.
This situation lasted for a cup of tea. The old man next to Ye Qian could no longer stay still. He held his sword on the hilt and looked like he would take action at any time.
Got smaller!
When the fifteen black-clothed practitioners were about to despair, the blood prison began to change and continued to shrink. Everyone's face was filled with joy, and their pale faces, which had been caused by too much blood-colored spiritual power, also had a hint of excitement.
Ruddy, all the remaining spiritual energy in the body was transferred to it in unison.
But the change doesn't seem right. The blood prison should have shrunk into a ball and crushed the trapped people into pulp, but now the blood prison has shrunk and slowly formed a human shape.
"The Clan-Suppressing Technique Blood Sea Soul Seizing Technique—how could it be possible!"
The old man's eyes were full of shock, and a trace of despair flashed in his eyes. How could he do it? How dare the patriarch do it!
The fifteen people in the field are definitely hopeless. They have been selected by the soul-stealing method, and their spiritual power and blood will not stop until the whole body is drained.
This is a conspiracy. No wonder the clan leader, who has always protected this kid, agreed to this siege so quickly. I want to go back alive and expose the clan leader!
The old man was not the one who hung up on Yourou. Seeing that something was wrong, he was no longer sure of the outcome. A surging blood-colored spiritual energy surged out and slammed towards Ye Qian. With the backshock of this spiritual power, the old man spread out his body skills and turned into a stream of blood light.
It exploded and retreated, shooting away into the depths of darkness.
"Boy, let you go, let's fight again tomorrow!"
He was about to run away without forgetting to say harsh words! He is indeed a thief who is too old to die!
Ye Qian was dumbfounded by the old man's words. Although it was very puzzling for the old man to suddenly run away, since he promised the royal power and wealth to keep this old boy alive, he naturally had to do it.
"Where do you want to go!"
Ye Qian flickered and appeared directly in front of the old man's escape, looking at the old man with a half-smile.
"Young man is looking for death! The body and sword become one!"
The old man was furious, and without any further ado, the long bloody sword in his hand merged with the old man, and his spiritual power surged, turning into a huge bloody sword, and stabbed at Ye Qian with the majesty of destroying the world.
"It is somewhat similar to the power of my spear before. It is powerful, but the power is scattered and not concentrated!"
Ye Qian actually admired the old man a little. If he hadn't broken through to the sixth level of the Tao Peeping Realm, he really wouldn't be able to do anything about this move. He would definitely be injured if he tried hard, and if he moved out of the way, he would run away.
The speed of this combination of body and sword is no different from that of sword escape. Once fully deployed, the speed is not very fast. If the old man uses it from the beginning, Ye Qian may not be able to block it.
"What a pity, you are so unlucky!"
Ye Qian smiled sarcastically, stretched out his hand, and an ancient sword appeared in his hand.
At this moment, the bloody giant sword seemed to be hindered by something and paused in the air for a moment.
Inside the giant sword, the old man lost consciousness for a while. When he woke up, he saw an ancient sword with a purple aurora in front of him. It passed through the sword body and split the huge bloody sword into two parts. The old man only felt a chill in his waist.
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The old man lowered his head and watched as he lost control from the waist down and fell from the air. He smiled sadly, turned his head to look at Ye Qian with difficulty, held the blood gushing from his throat, and praised with a sad smile:
"What a great knife, I didn't die unjustly!"
"Pfft..." A large mouthful of blood spurted out. The old man lost the last bit of control of his body, and his eyelids became heavier and heavier. Knowing that his end was approaching, the old man looked at the deep night sky, exerted his last strength, and yelled out his last words:
"I hate it. Firstly, I hate that there are so many talented people in the world. Secondly, I hate that young people are frivolous and let go of the good time of cultivation. Thirdly, I hate..."
The old man didn't finish speaking after all, and died with his last regret.
Ye Qian was silent after hearing this. Some things cannot be understood until death. It is too late to regret. He, Ye Qian, has to be brave and diligent to find the way. He will never let himself fall into such a situation...