Li Qingyun's thoughts were uncertain, and he was hesitating which method to use, but he saw that the martial arts monk had already moved his hands and said loudly: "Brother, use all your strength to kill this Taoist first, and then talk about other things."
"Junior brother, don't worry. If you and I join forces, this Taoist won't be able to see the sun tomorrow." As he said that, the spiritual cultivator took more than ten steps back, sat cross-legged on the side of the road, and instantly his spirit body came out of his body.
However, he did not use his spirit body to fight directly. Instead, he made seals with his hands. With a snap of his fingers, a golden Arhat appeared in the air, holding a pestle for subduing demons and a lotus platform at his feet. With a compassionate look on his face, he went straight to the Taoist transformed by Li Qingyun and waved the pestle.
Just smash it.
At the same time, the martial arts monk was not idle either. He exhaled from behind his back, and from bottom to top, his true energy penetrated his body. A fist seal the size of a basketball hit the Taoist transformed by Li Qingyun.
"Damn it!" Li Qingyun instantly retreated ten feet away to avoid the blow of the golden Arhat. But the fist seal had already attacked in front of him, so he had to separate his spiritual body in an instant, turned into a fist, and fought hard with the fist seal.
trick.
A third-level spiritual cultivator who does not know magic will definitely not gain any advantage in a head-to-head fight with a third-level martial arts cultivator. However, Fan Seng was also injured, and this punch was far less than one-third of the previous punch. Li Qingyun's spiritual body condensed
The fist was almost not broken before it was withdrawn.
"Huh? Taoist friend has been using his spirit body to deal with the enemy, either with fists or palms. It seems that he doesn't know any magic skills?" The monk's out-of-body spirit body stared at the Taoist transformed by Li Qingyun and suddenly said with his spiritual thoughts.
Li Qingyun's heart trembled. This monk was really smart. He guessed the truth after fighting for a while. Because he was a martial arts practitioner, he felt that just practicing a few martial arts skills would be enough. Anyway, he had the spirit spring spirit.
With the help of medicine and the powerful spirit body that can take action at any time, I feel that I am invincible in the world. Even if I don't hurt anyone, I have enough power to protect myself.
It was not until today when he was besieged by several powerful enemies that Li Qingyun discovered that powerful spirits were not omnipotent. They had no magic and were subject to the enemy everywhere. It was very embarrassing.
"To deal with you, one punch and one palm is enough, what kind of magic technique should I use!" Li Qingyun said arrogantly, but the martial arts monk punched one after another. The punch marks were so dense that Li Qingyun could only resist. In addition,
The golden Arhat was everywhere, and he was already a little embarrassed.
At this time, the battle in the farm has also begun. Gong Xinghe, Xiao Qian, Gu Zhaoji, Zheng Xinyan, Chu Yingtai, and Li Qingyun's bodies... among the five and a half of them, only Xiao Qian and Li Qingyun's bodies can be considered martial arts cultivators.
, Gu Zhaoji is a killer, he has the means of spiritual cultivation, and he also has the physique of martial arts, which is considered a special existence.
However, Li Qingyun's physical body, even if there is a trace of spiritual consciousness in it, can only protect itself, and he has to hide behind everyone to entangle a person of the same level.
Several other people must avoid attacks and interference from enemies whose number is higher than their own before they can cast spells.
The only good thing is that among these ten masked killers, only three are at the high level of the second realm, and the rest are at the elementary level of the second realm and the intermediate level of the second realm. Their levels are uneven.
But even so, Gong Xinghe and his party are still in danger. Two masked men have even begun to attack the small defensive formation outside the villa, preparing to break into the house and attack ordinary people inside.
Li Qingyun was so angry that he gritted his teeth and prepared to use the small space to take in the masked killer on the farm first.
At this moment, a huge fist mark suddenly fell from the sky and hit the spiritual cultivator monk who was sitting cross-legged on the roadside. There was a strange sound like a popping sound, like a bean being crushed to death.
The living monk turned into flesh in an instant and was embedded in the fist marks on the ground.
"Ah, who killed my body!" The monk in the air screamed in horror, and instantly recalled the golden Arhat to protect himself. At the same time, he looked around blankly, looking for the attacker.
He did not disappoint. Almost at the same time as he screamed, a second terrifying fist mark appeared ten meters away, hitting his spiritual body like a meteor.
This punch is very similar to the martial arts monk's sneak attack on Li Qingyun. It is a simple fist seal, but it contains all the energy and spirit of the martial arts, mixed with powerful energy and blood, forming a special and terrifying force.
"Brother, get out of the way!" The martial arts monk reacted very quickly. The moment the spiritual monk screamed, he had already turned around and waved a fist seal to face the huge fist mark in the sky.
With just this turn, Li Qingyun left too many opportunities. At this time, the spiritual bodies gathered together and turned into a huge palm. It fell from the sky and locked onto the martial arts monk with a bang.
Two loud noises were combined together, and one was the sound of the collision of fist seals. The collision of the two fist seals caused a terrifying energy fluctuation that tore apart the space. Monk Fan's spiritual practice was on the edge of the explosion, although he escaped.
I managed to get a little distance away, but I didn't escape completely and was sucked in again.
The golden Arhat formed by the magic was instantly annihilated, and his spirit body was shattered by the explosion. But he was not stupid, the source of the spirit body was not destroyed. The next second, his spirit body appeared in the sky a thousand meters away.
Reunion.
With Li Qingyun's full palm, he knocked the martial monk's body into the ground. He heard several sounds of broken bones and vomiting of blood. But after he withdrew his giant palm, the humanoid figure jumped out of the deep pit on the ground.
A monk was vomiting blood and running, as if he wanted to find a place to recover.
Unfortunately, Li Qingyun didn't give him time to recover and slapped him again.
Fan Seng endured the pain and returned a fist seal. At the same time, his figure was like lightning, and he tried his best to dodge, trying to escape from Li Qingyun's attack range. However, a long-bearded old man suddenly appeared on his escape route, and punched lightly, as if caressing the ashes.
General, he knocked him back again and fell down next to the human-shaped pit.
Seeing the old man with a long beard, the monk Wu Xiufan shouted in horror: "Li Chunqiu? Why are you here? Didn't you go to Jiangsu and Zhejiang Provinces to trouble the Su family? Where is Sun Daqi? Where is he hiding?"
Before he heard the answer, Li Qingyun slapped him again with a snap. As long as he gave Li Qingyun some time to breathe, his terrifying attack power would be unleashed.
The martial arts monk only parried for a moment, and was knocked to the ground again. However, he was prepared this time. He only heard a sound of vomiting blood, but his bones were not broken again.
Li Chunqiu, with a touch of Taoist mistiness, sneered: "If I don't go out, how can I lure you out? As for Sun Daqi, you can't see it yourself?"
In the farm, there were suddenly dense screams. Sun Daqi, a martial arts cultivator in the third realm, was good at attacking. He did not use fist seals and fought alone. Like a tiger entering a flock of sheep, he used the most powerful Eagle Snake Fist to kill them first.
The two masked men who had just broken through the defensive formation then helped Chu Yingtai to deal with a powerful second-level high-level enemy. Then they jumped with their legs, like eagles striking the sky, and rushed straight to the spiritual monk in mid-air.
The physical body of the spiritual cultivator monk was destroyed, but the spiritual body has developed abilities and will not be destroyed for a while. As long as a suitable physical body is found, it can be reborn. This is the ability that the tantric sect is good at.
However, without the physical body, the spirit body is like water without a source or a tree without roots. It will wither and weaken very quickly, and it will no longer have the courage to cast spells and consume spiritual energy.
Seeing Sun Daqi jumping more than ten feet like a monkey, and flying into the sky, the spiritual cultivator screamed in fright, and flew several miles away in an instant, shouting with his mind: "Junior brother, today we have been fooled
Come on, protect me and leave quickly, I will come back one day to avenge this blood!"
Sun Daqi couldn't catch up now, so he cursed angrily and punched out again. However, the spiritual monk had already been on guard and tried his best to dodge, but this punch could not do anything to the opponent.
The Taoist transformed by Li Qingyun suddenly said: "Leave that half-dead spiritual cultivator to me. You kill this third-level martial arts cultivator first! I am the best at killing spiritual cultivators!"
When Sun Daqi heard this, he simply jumped more than ten feet, like gliding, three times and two times, and jumped onto the road. One after another, he blocked the seriously injured martial arts monk.
"Okay, leave this place to us brothers. Fellow Taoist, you can go and deal with that courageless spiritual cultivator. I have long felt that these monks are unreliable. If I don't lure them out, I won't be able to sleep.
An'an. Li Laoer, this is a damaging move you came up with, you must do it cleanly!" Sun Daqi said, already like a snake, he suddenly attacked the seriously injured martial arts monk.
Li Qingyun's transformed Taoist instantly caught up with the spiritual monk a few miles away. The monk blessed himself with a lotus platform and did not escape. At this time, he did not bother to use the Arhat body protection technique anymore, and only added one to his spiritual body.
With a layer of golden armor, he fought with Li Qingyun's spirit body.
This spiritual monk was actually not injured at all, but his body was destroyed. His courage was shattered and he wanted to escape.
In this panic, there was almost no resistance. After Li Qingyun smashed the spirit body with a punch, the source of the spirit body was scattered before they were reunited.
Monk Fan had just seen how the old man in the Third Realm of Spiritual Cultivation died of stupidity. He didn't want to make the same mistake again, so he let the source of the spiritual body take the scattered spiritual bodies with him and wanted to reunite the spiritual bodies a thousand meters away.
However, something happened that frightened him. The scattered spirit body was swallowed up by an unknown force and lost two-thirds in an instant.
When he reunited a thousand meters away, the spirit body was so weak that it was almost transparent. If the wind was stronger, it seemed that it would be blown away. This is not like a third-level spiritual body, but a second-level spiritual body can do it.
Scatter his spirit body.
Li Qingyun didn't let him wait any longer. When he destroyed his spirit body again, the source of the spirit body was also scattered. When he put the remaining one-third of the spirit body into the small space, Fan Monk's desperate words were heard in the air.
Scream.
It screamed a few strange words like a ghost, the sound gradually weakened, a strong wind passed by, and the source of the spirit body completely collapsed and disappeared.
However, the source of the spirit body is the essence of the essence. Even if there is only a little bit, a spiritual rain falls. With a wave of his hand, Li Qingyun gathers this spiritual rain and throws it into Farm No. 3 to nourish the plants and fields there.
"Senior Brother!" Monk Wu Xiufan roared with heartache. He touched his chest and sea of qi with two fingers. He actually gathered a breath of true qi and wanted to blow up his seriously injured body.
It was just that Sun Daqi struck Wu Xiu Fan Monk in the throat with an eagle peck, instantly interrupting his self-destruction plan. His eyes widened, and he fell straight down, refusing to close his eyes.
The body of a third-level cultivator is also an excellent resource, but unlike a spiritual cultivator, the corpse of a martial cultivator will not dissipate instantly. Li Qingyun has time to collect the corpse into a small space and upgrade the small space.
However, there are still several masked killers in the farm that need to be dealt with. He has not had time to observe the changes in the small space. After swallowing two three-level spiritual cultivators in succession, the small space has undergone huge changes. Even if he does not go in to watch, he can still feel it.
The rumbling sound only occurs when the strange vibrations and expansion become larger. (To be continued.)