In an instant, various colors of magic attacked Xi Qian. Xi Qian used the piaomiao step to dodge, and at the same time sacrificed a middle-grade defensive magic weapon of the Xuan-level.

Fang Jian and the others stared at the magic weapon greedily, the best magic weapon in their hands was just the middle-grade yellow level.

Xi Qian saw the eyes of several people, but she didn't understand their purpose. Humph! She actually moved her thoughts to her head.

He took off his steps and threw out several third-grade bursting talismans, "Meteors Chase the Moon", and Liuyue Sword slashed at several people with the sword intent.

"Ah" In an instant, the two of them who were not anxious to dodge screamed, "Sword Intent?" Fang Jian screamed in surprise.

He threw out the third-grade talisman and understood the sword intent during the Qi training period and sacrificed the Xuan-level magic weapon. They got into trouble, and Fang Jian's face looked ugly.

Fang Jian raised his hand and quickly pinched the magic trick. The spiritual power of the "Jinzhe" surged out, condensed into a golden sword, slashing at Xi Qian's forehead.

Xi Qianyun took a slim step, her figure was like a willow, and she avoided it at an incredible speed. The injuries she suffered during the battle with Storm Tiger during this period were not in vain, at least her speed could not be the same.

Seeing that she avoided Fang Jian's tricks, the other three immediately stepped forward to release various spells on Xi Qian with the momentum of siege.

Seeing that he couldn't escape, Xi Qian tried to use the Divine Moon Art, and stepped on the slightest step to meet the wood-type magic with less lethality. He was preparing to solve this female cultivator first and defeat each one.

The female cultivator who used the "Trunk Sleeping Technique" saw Xi Qian running towards her and snorted coldly, "I don't know how to live or die". Just as she was about to cast the spell again, her soul suddenly hurt. Although it was only a moment, she had no chance to take action again.

"Bang" Her head was chopped off by Xi Qian and fell aside.

The place where Xi Qian was injured by her "wood trapping technique" was bleeding. She quickly stuffed a handful of pills into her mouth and looked at the remaining three people vigilantly.

The three of them were shocked by her ruthless methods. Unexpectedly, they broke their heads at a young age. Xi Qian: "Haha! She was a casual cultivator in her previous life and had never done anything, let alone hit her and watch her attention."

"Ah, Senior Sister Bai? You actually killed her, go to die." The little-eyed man cuckolded with red eyes.

Before he could use his magic, Xi Qian released the Divine Moon Art at him and raised his sword to deal with him with a lightning speed.

After using the Divine Moon Art twice in a row, Xi Qian's face turned pale. With her current strength, she can use it at most once a day, and now she has overdrawn a lot.

Xi Qian looked at the remaining people and summoned out red blood. With a wave of the red blood wings, the remaining people instantly exploded into powder.

"Cough! You can't leave their storage bag?" Xi Qian was speechless, the red blood was so fast that she had no time to stop it.

"Don't you say it earlier! I will keep it for you next time. They will be poor at first sight, and the storage bags are definitely worthless." Chixue quibble.

Xi Qian rolled her eyes and gave it to her, picked up the remaining storage bags, checked the battlefield and asked Chixue to take her to heal her wounds.

Five days later, in a cave halfway up the mountain, Xi Qian opened her eyes and said that the injury was finally healed. When it comes to injury, she had to mention that her soul, which had been overdrawn by her, actually recovered as before the next day. Sure enough, the soul wood is worthy of being a divine object. If it were normal, it would be considered fast to recover in a month.

Moreover, she also found that the Divine Moon Art had improved a little more, and her cultivation was almost at the late stage of the eleventh level. She still made rapid progress in practice, Xi Qian sighed.

Then take out the storage bags of those people. The spiritual marks on the storage bags have been automatically erased with the death of the owner and become ownerless.

"I told you that it was a poor man, you don't believe it!" Chixue looked at the things Xi Qian took out from the storage bag, and his expression was that you didn't believe me and I was slapped in the face.

"..." Xi Qian looked at the messy things in front of her, with nothing to say.

The several storage bags added up to less than 100 low-grade spirit stones, all magic weapons and weapons are yellow-grade low-grade, and there are even fewer elixirs and talismans. It is estimated that Fang Jian, who is a little richer, was blown into ashes by red blood.
Chapter completed!