Thinking of this, Su Ping'an sneered and said, "Fellow Taoist, it's meaningless for you to say this. Since you came to kill me, how can I let you go now that I have met you."
Shao Qiu understood that Su Pingan might let him go easily today. He smiled coldly and asked, "You want to kill me?"
Even if Su Ping An and this sixth-level foundation-building demon cultivator join forces, they will not be able to kill him in a short time. The sound of the battle will definitely alarm the National Master of the Poor Country. How can the National Master of the Poor Country let Su Pingan kill him?
Since you can't die, what are you afraid of?
Su Ping'an said with a cold face: "Fellow Taoist, don't you also have this kind of intention? Lan Jiao, do it!"
After Su Ping'an finished speaking, he formed the sword formula with his hand, took out the wind-cutting sword from its sheath, and charged towards Qiu Shaoke with sword energy filling the sky.
"Call me Long Aotian!"
Long Aotian shouted loudly, and the cold air rose from his body, wrapping his entire body in the cold air. He exerted force on his feet, ejected like a cannonball, and punched Qiu Shaoke.
Being besieged by Su Pingan and Long Aotian, Qiu Shaoke dodged and jumped onto the roof next to him to avoid Long Aotian's attack, and then held out a gray-green folding fan.
The moment the folding fan unfolded, it immediately became larger in the wind, like a screen, carrying a strong spiritual energy to block Su Pingan's flying sword and sword energy.
Qiu Shaoke took out another yellow talisman, recited the spell, and threw the talisman towards Long Aotian on the ground.
"Suppressing stone talisman, suppress!"
The yellow talisman exploded and turned into a giant gray seal. The gray seal was the size of a house, and the spiritual energy around it surged, pressing down on Long Aotian on the ground with the force of Mount Tai.
The stone-suppressing talisman, a second-grade Xuan-level talisman, is one of Qiu Shaoke's trump cards. Ordinary foundation-building monks are restrained by this stone-suppressing talisman, and it is impossible to break free for a moment. Weaker foundation-building monks, say
Maybe he will be crushed into a meat pie by this stone-suppressing talisman.
Shao Qiu didn't expect the stone-suppressing talisman to be able to kill a demon cultivator at the sixth level of foundation building. He just hoped that the stone-suppressing talisman could trap the demon cultivator for a moment and give him time to deal with Su Ping'an alone. Then he would have
Chance to kill Su Ping'an.
After all, Su Pingan is only a monk at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment, only in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, while he is a monk at the eighth level of Foundation Establishment, in the late stage of Foundation Establishment.
Long Aotian looked up at the suppressed gray giant seal and couldn't help clenching his fists. The cold air coming out of its fists actually solidified the surrounding spiritual energy into ice.
It roared angrily, its fists filled with spiritual energy formed into ice, and it punched the sky towards the giant gray seal formed by the stone-suppressing talisman in the air.
Boom!
There was only a loud noise, and the stone-holding talisman that Qiu Shaoke had placed high hopes on was shattered by Long Aotian's punch.
Standing on the roof, Mr. Qiu's face changed drastically when he saw this scene. He thought that the Stone Calming Talisman could suppress the demon cultivator for a while, but unexpectedly, it was shattered by the demon cultivator's punch. He couldn't help but secretly sighed:
"What is the true form of this demon cultivator that has such terrifying power?"
After Long Aotian smashed the gray seal formed by the stone talisman with one punch, he immediately let out a domineering roar, and then punched Qiu Shaoke on the roof.
On the other side, Su Ping'an's flying sword had also bypassed the gray-green folding fan to intercept and slash towards Qiu Shaoke.
Qiu Shaoke retreated in a panic, widening the distance between himself and Long Aotian. He did not dare to engage in a close combat with a demon cultivator. That would be simply courting death.
At the same time, he recalled the gray-green folding fan to his side, and saw that the gray-green folding fan turned into a green light shield, guarding him inside.
This gray-green folding fan is a ninth-grade spiritual weapon capable of both offense and defense, but the defensive ability of this spiritual weapon is obviously higher than the offensive ability.
Long Aotian chased Qiu Shaoke and punched the green light shield. The green light shield flashed for a while and actually blocked Long Aotian's punch.
Then the Wind-Destroying Sword came from the air, bombarding the green light shield with sword energy all over the sky. The green light shield flickered again, and although the spiritual energy on the surface was much dimmed, it was not broken open.
"This mask is quite hard."
Su Pingan floated in front of Qiu Shaoke, looked at the green light mask and said, "I want to see how well this can block my sword!"
With that said, Su Ping'an struck the green light shield with another sword.
"Su Ping'an, stop!" Qiu Shaoke inside the mask shouted angrily, "I am a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, and this is the capital of a poor country. If you dare to hurt me, the master of the poor country will not let you go!
My master and the National Master of the Poor Country are close friends!"
Su Pingan's sword consumed about one percent of the aura of the light shield. Calculated this way, the light shield could block Su Pingan's sword for about a hundred swords at most.
What's more, Long Aotian was also punching the green light shield one after another. Long Aotian's fists were not much weaker than Su Ping'an's flying sword.
Once the green mask is shattered, Qiu Shaoke will be no match for the combined efforts of Su Pingan and Long Aotian!
Hearing that Qiu Shaoke said that he was a disciple of the Qinghe Sect, and that he would bring out the master of the poor country to scare him, Su Ping'an sneered in his heart, so what about the disciples of the Qinghe Sect, since he wants to kill me, he must be prepared to be killed.
.
And even if the National Preceptor of a Poor Country comes, how dare he come forward to help you? The National Preceptor of a Poor Country is just an ordinary Nascent Soul Stage monk, so how dare he interfere in my Amaterasu Gate's business?
"You are a disciple of the Qinghe Sect. I have never met you. Why do you want to kill me? Who sent you here? Tell me and I will let you die more happily."
Su Ping'an said with a cold face. At the same time, he still struck the green light shield with sword after sword, and saw that the aura of the light shield continued to weaken.
Naturally, Qiu Shaoke did not dare to betray his master, so he panicked and thought about ways to escape unscathed.
The noise of the battle between the two sides was huge, and it had already attracted the attention of the monks in the capital. At this time, there were six foundation-building monks in the city, all of whom came with swords and watched the battle between Su Pingan and Qiu Shaoke from a distance.
"How dare they fight in the capital of a poor country!"
"That monk at the sixth level of Foundation Establishment seems to be a disciple of the Amaterasu Sect, and he is so powerful!"
"Who is that demon cultivator? He seems to be an assistant to the Amaterasu monks."
"That day, the monk Zhaomen and the demon cultivator teamed up and beat the eighth-level foundation-building monk until he was unable to fight back."
The six foundation-building monks gathered together and discussed, but had no intention of intervening to help anyone.
Who is willing to do thankless things?
"Break it for me!"
Su Ping'an was heard shouting loudly, and then he struck the light shield with a heavy sword. Under the continuous attacks of Su Ping'an and Long Aotian, the light shield was already overwhelmed and shattered in response.
escape!
At the moment when the mask was shattered by Su Ping'an, Qiu Shaoke stepped into the air on a folding fan without hesitation and fled towards the residence of the Imperial Master of the Poor Country.
"Master, someone wants to kill me! Save me!"
Qiu Shaoke shouted while running away. At this moment, he couldn't think about how embarrassing it was to shout for help.