"Are these the Ai Shutao brothers inside?" A voice came from outside the woods.
The short monk's face lit up and he raised his voice: "It's my younger brother. Isn't that Brother Lu outside?"
A sound of footsteps slowly came from outside the woods, and a red-faced man appeared in front of Peng Changqing, forming a pincer attack with Ai Shutao.
Ai Shutao saw that the person who came in was not the person he imagined, and his face was a little stunned for a moment. Peng Changqing saw this and suddenly shot a stream of fire towards Ai Shutao.
The red-faced monk shouted: "Be careful!" A green sword light, like a streak of sword, had cut into Peng Changqing's flame shield.
Ai Shutao reacted when the red-faced monk shouted, but in a hurry, he only had time to sacrifice a small bell in the air. The fire hit the bell and exploded. The bell was blown away, and Ai Shutao was hit by a blast.
The scorching power pushed back, smashing two large trees several feet thick in succession, and did not stop until the protective aura collapsed.
The red-faced monk's sword slashed into the flame shield, but was blocked by a magic weapon. Peng Changqing himself was knocked back several feet by the red-faced monk's sword.
The flame mask was extinguished, revealing a surprised Peng Changqing. At this time, the four fires surrounding Peng Changqing were each covered by a lantern. There were dozens of gaps in the yellow lantern in front of Peng Changqing.
The red-faced monk swept away his consciousness and looked at Lu Ping with a solemn expression: "With eighty-one cracks, Your Excellency, who is at the seventh level of blood dissolution, has actually understood the 'Sword Practicing to Become Fan' and has reached the realm of sword intention!"
The red-faced monk did not expect that the swordsmanship in the realm of swordsmanship was so powerful. With one blow, it could actually break into holes in a top-level defensive weapon that was comparable to the Qinghan Sword.
Looking at the sword marks on the surface of the lantern, the red-faced monk secretly thought that it was a pity. After all, he had just mastered the realm of sword intention. If the sword light emitted by his sword far exceeded the eighty-one sword, he could chop this top-level magic weapon into pieces.
If your swordsmanship in the realm of swordsmanship is further advanced and reaches the point of 'sword practice combined', with one strike of the sword, not only will the lantern disintegrate, but the fire inside will also be extinguished.
The red-faced monk ignored Peng Changqing's words, but looked at Ai Shutao, who was knocked away, and asked: "Brother Ai, how are you?"
Ai Shutao lay on the ground, groaned, slowly got up, and said: "Fortunately, we can still fight!"
The six magical weapons had already flown into the sky when Ai Shutao finished speaking. In mid-air, the six magical weapons combined with each other to form a huge trident. Its power was actually no longer lower than that of the top-level magical weapons, and it pierced towards Peng Changqing.
go.
Peng Changqing's four lanterns floated around him, and the fire inside jumped, blocking the trident from the outside. Just when Peng Changqing drew out the four flames and turned them into four fire snakes, he saw the red-faced monk offering a crystal bowl.
The water column turned into four ospreys in mid-air and grabbed the fire snake.
Peng Changqing knew that Ai Shutao had joined forces with the red-faced monk and that he had lost the chance to kill Ai Shutao. Especially the red-faced monk gave him the feeling that he had not tried his best.
This red-faced monk only has the cultivation level of the seventh level of blood dissolution, and the aura around him is still fluctuating. It is obvious that he has just completed a breakthrough with the rich spiritual energy in the Seven Stars Heaven, but he has completely mastered the "artistic conception".
Peng Changqing fought with the two for several times. Ai Shutao was always the main attacker, while the red-faced monk assisted by changing various attack methods. Whenever he wanted to gain the upper hand, the red-faced monk would use a "just right" attack.
Appear and suppress yourself again.
Peng Changqing suddenly realized that this red-faced monk was actually using himself as a target to hone his swordsmanship and spells.
Peng Changqing, who wanted to understand, became even more wary of the red-faced monk. Four lanterns came out to block the attack of the two men. The fire in the lanterns suddenly sprinkled a rain of fire, covering Peng Changqing in an area of dozens of feet.
The red-faced monk shouted: "He wants to escape!"
After that, the blue protective aura combined with the water curtain in the crystal bowl caused the fire rain to only splash a cloud of green smoke when it hit the water curtain. At the same time, the green sword light stabbed in the direction of Peng Changqing's escape.
Go, the eighty-one sword lights contain the red-faced monk's will comprehended in the "artistic conception", like a white wave rising out of thin air, chasing Peng Changqing.
A cloud of white mist rose up in Ai Shutao's hand and rolled towards the fleeing Peng Changqing. Lu Ping looked at the jade talisman held in Ai Shutao's hand. This guy actually used the talisman!
Peng Changqing used all four lanterns to block his back, and Lu Ping's sword light hit them again. The lanterns that had been severely damaged by Lu Ping finally couldn't withstand the "Thousand Piles of Snow Sword Art" and turned into a pile of fragments.
Then the white mist blew on the exposed fire, completely extinguishing the fire. The remaining mist blew on the other three lanterns, causing a layer of crystal frost to condense on the outside of the lanterns! The fire in the lanterns also swayed.
, looking dying.
One of Peng Changqing's natal fires was extinguished, and the other three were also severely damaged. A mouthful of blood spurted out, and he did not dare to stay anymore and disappeared into the woods.
When the red-faced monk saw Peng Changqing escaping, he took off a mask from his face and said, "This Peng Changqing is really powerful. Even if we join forces, we can't keep him."
Ai Shutao saw that the person who took off the mask was indeed Lu Ping, and his face burst with joy, and he said: "Peng Changqing is one of the 'Eighteen Generals of Beihai' who is as famous as my elder brother. Naturally, he has many methods. Today, our brothers can seriously injure him by joining forces."
It’s already quite difficult to retreat.”
Lu Ping was noncommittal and asked instead: "Why did brother Ai come to Qixingtian? We haven't seen each other for several years. My brother's cultivation has reached the eighth level of hemolysis. He is really powerful!"
Ai Shutao heard Lu Ping's praise and said proudly: "Of course, I am the genius of the family! This time I secretly followed my eldest brother out because I wanted to see the monster sea area." Then he seemed to think of something again and said dullly:
"Brother Lu is still so powerful. Peng Changqing escaped just now, mainly because he suppressed him so much that he couldn't fight back. I didn't expect that he had already understood the 'artistic conception'!"
Lu Ping smiled and said: "It's just a fluke. By the way, I heard that your eldest brother is also one of the 'Eighteen Generals of Beihai'. Does that mean your eldest brother is Ai Botao of Xiling Island?"
Seeing Ai Shutao nodding, with a proud and proud expression on his face, Lu Ping asked: "How come you are facing off against Peng Changqing? This guy is highly regarded in Haiyan Sect and may be detrimental to you in the future!"
Ai Shutao recounted what happened in the Amethyst Beehive, and excitedly gave half of a large bottle of Amethyst Royal Jelly to Lu Ping. He was not at all concerned about the possible revenge of the Haiyan Sect in the future.
Amethyst royal jelly has many uses for monks. Drinking it with spiritual spring water can increase the monk's cultivation and spiritual power recovery speed, and can also heal injuries. Of course, this is the most wasteful way of taking it.
As an alchemist, Lu Ping knows that the effectiveness of amethyst royal jelly is comparable to the main medicine of the Millennium Spiritual Grass. It is used in refining a variety of hemolytic and elixir-forging elixirs.
It is effective at any rate and can be called the alchemist’s panacea.
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