Half an hour later, Yi Qianmo held the sword, and the sword energy in his body gradually restrained, and an extreme feeling of weakness came from his dantian.

The four disciples of the Immortal Sect fell into a pool of blood. Their faces still retained the unwillingness and fear before death. When the last drop of blood fell from his sword.

Yi Qianmo sat cross-legged on the ground, and before he could clean up the remains of the ground, he began to regain his spiritual power.

This time he came to Qin, he exchanged enough elixirs, most of which were restored Holy Spirit Pills, all of which were among the third grades. When the Holy Spirit Pills were taken out of the sword pills and integrated into the dantian.

The fire-type golden elixir absorbed this medicinal power and gradually recovered.

Another half an hour passed, Yi Qianmo slowly stood up, his spiritual power had recovered by nearly 50%, and the injuries on his body gradually recovered.

He got up and took away the storage bags of these people, and then a fire burned their bodies to ashes.

"Aren't you coming out yet?"

Yi Qianmo quietly saw a mountain bun in the distance, "If I don't come out, I'm leaving!"

After a while of silence, a Taoist suddenly walked out from behind the mountain bag. He was wearing a Taoist suit, a sword on his waist, and a pair of wooden clogs on his feet. When he walked, he dragged it on the ground and made a "crying" sound.

The Taoist was holding a dog-tail grass in his mouth, and there was a shocking scar under his left eye, as if someone had slashed a sword on his face.

As soon as the Taoist appeared, Yi Qianmo held the Fire Sword in his hand tightly. He could not see through the realm of the person in front of him, which obviously exceeded the Golden Pill stage.

"Who are you?"

Yi Qianmo said, "Who sent you here!"

"If you beat me, I will tell you." said the Taoist.

"I'm afraid I can't beat you!" Yi Qianmo said, "So, why don't you let me know who sent you before you die?"

"A hour ago, you said the same to these five people."

The Taoist smiled and said, "I heard it clearly. You are talking about it before dying, not before you, so you have the confidence to beat me."

He stopped three meters away. The wind blew across his hair, and a strand of vicissitudes appeared on the Taoist face, "I haven't killed anyone for a long time, and I have forgotten the taste of blood!"

"People who practice Taoism should talk about the virtue of life." Yi Qianmo said, "Do you think that you have never seen me?"

"What do you think?" the Taoist asked back.

Yi Qianmo smiled bitterly, holding the sword in his hand, and his spiritual power poured into the sword. The Fire Sword was like an angry fire dragon, making a "buzzing" sound of the sword.

"Fire Roaring Sword!"

The Taoist looked at the sword in his hand and said, "One of the seven swords that the first leader of the Dan League hordes across the world is a good sword. It is indeed a waste in Ling Feng's hands, but it complements each other in your hands."

"Swoosh!"

Yi Qianmo flashed, and the sword of Feng character unfolded, and with the sword of Fire character, he attacked the Taoist. The medicinal effect of the divine power pill, accompanied by the fire spirit power, exploded in an instant!

"Good sword technique!"

The Taoist smiled slightly.

When Yi Qianmo's sword stabbed, he just moved slightly and avoided the sharpness of the sword. Yi Qianmo's sword turned and swept away.

The Taoist turned back and looked like a fish in the water. He easily avoided the sword force, causing his first two moves to fail. The sharpness of the fire spirit power did not touch the Taoist's body at all.

Yi Qianmo frowned, put away his sword, and then stabbed the third sword. The sword was like a fire dragon, and the sound of the sword was like a dragon's roar, with amazing momentum.

This sword almost blocked the Taoist's retreat. If he got up, he would be hit by the sword. If he fell to the ground, the sword would be like a poisonous snake, and countless holes were pierced on his body.

But none of this happened. The Taoist leaned back and quickly retreated when the sword was stabbed out, so fast that even the speed of his sword was not as fast as possible.

After retreating about ten feet, the Taoist adjusted his body and stood up. The sword stabbed him closely, but his two fingers deep inside him clamped the sword body along the stabbed sword.

"Buzz!"

The Taoist clamped the sword body with two fingers, stood firm with his feet, and remained as if he was as stable as a mountain. The huge resistance made the Fire Owl Sword bend directly, and under inertia, he bounced Yi Qianmo's body back.

"Speed ​​like the wind, strong like fire, can run freely!"

The Taoist exclaimed, "Good swordsmanship!"

But Yi Qianmo did not feel any pride. Although he did not use the Hunyuan sword body, this was also the heyday when he did not use it, and there was also the medicinal effect of the Divine Power Pill.

But the other party clamped his sword with two fingers. The two fingers were like vajras and were not invaded by water and fire. The fire-type sword energy on his sword could not erode the other party's fingers at all.

If Yi Qianmo's sword is a fire dragon, then the other party's fingers are like a chain that binds a dragon, locking the fire dragon easily. No matter how powerful the fire dragon is, the chain will remain motionless.

At this time, the other party's praise was more like a kind of irony. At this moment, Yi Qianmo wanted to take back the sword, and he could not leave the sword and leave.

"It's boring!"

The Taoist looked at him and said, "Are you not going to have to do your best at this time? I've been waiting for you for so long to recover your spiritual power and reach the point where you killed the four immortal disciples just now!"

Yi Qianmo gritted his teeth, and suddenly two sword lights flashed on his body. Qingshuang and Zi Chen's swords were filled with terrifying spiritual power and stabbed the Taoist.

The Taoist shook his head and gently flicked his sleeves. The two piercing flying swords were rolled up by the cuffs, and the spiritual power on the sword was directly broken, and then they were suffocated.

"Swish!"

The two swords were inserted into the ground, making a slight sound of swords, and immediately lost their luster.

Yi Qianmo's face changed, but at this moment, the Taoist clamped the two fingers of his sword and suddenly bounced heavily on the sword.

A huge force came from the sword head, and the fire spirit power on the sword was completely shattered in an instant, and the radiated power was transmitted to Yi Qianmo's arm.

The clothes in his hand and the fire spirit on the sword were instantly broken into powder. The terrifying power was transmitted to him, and the spiritual power in his body dissipated in an instant.

"boom!"

Yi Qianmo flew backwards and slammed heavily on the ground. He immediately squirted out a mouthful of blood, his face extremely pale.

"Give you the last time you can get it."

The Taoist did not pursue him, looked at him quietly and said, "Restore all your strength and fight with me again. If you miss this time, there will be no next time!"

Yi Qianmo gritted his teeth, raised his hand and flew back three swords at the same time, and then sat cross-legged on the ground. He found that the right arm holding the sword had completely lost consciousness.

A heart-wrenching pain came from the body, and some flesh was covered in the coughing blood.

"This guy is so strong!"

Yi Qianmo gritted his teeth, "It's not just a crushing state, but also a level that ordinary monks cannot reach in swordsmanship!"

What made him most uncomfortable was that in the past few rounds, he originally wanted to test the opponent's strength and come up with a solution.

After all, he still has two trump cards that he has not used. One is the body of the Black Buddha, and the other is the power of the Black Buddha's gluttony.
Chapter completed!