Ye Qin took a breath of air. No wonder Zhao Qiankun and others dared to be so arrogant. They left the patrol range of the Qingdan Mountain Mountain guards and blocked their way. Zhao Qiankun's reliance was this magic weapon.

You should know that under normal circumstances, eight green-clothed disciples still have a chance of winning against seven blue-clothed disciples of the same cultivation level. However, these seven blue-clothed disciples carry almost all high-level spiritual weapons, which directly put the green-clothed disciples at a disadvantage. As soon as Zhao Qiankun's magic weapon was released, the power of this magic weapon made the green-clothed disciples have no chance of winning.

Ye Qin quickly looked at the three Qingyi fellow disciples and those senior sisters. They had already changed their colors in shock, lost their fighting spirit, and showed a sense of withdrawal in their eyes. In this case, not to mention defeating Zhao Qiankun and others, even self-protection may be a problem.

In this case, Ye Qin naturally could not stand in front of him. He quickly glanced around, looking for a way to escape so as not to be intercepted. He soon discovered that the three male disciples in green and four junior sisters were all secretly exploring around, afraid that they also had the same plan to escape, but they had a surprising understanding of this.

"Haha, how are you thinking? Several junior sisters handed over the snow silk armor by themselves so that I wouldn't do it for my senior brother. Otherwise, this baby wouldn't be a joke. It's very powerful, and I can't control it if I send it out. If I accidentally get hurt, my arms and legs are broken, don't blame me for not reminding me."

Zhao Qiankun controlled the small flying sword with one hand and shouted proudly, "As for the other waste junior brothers, just leave the best spiritual weapon. My surname is Zhao, always generous, and I will not do anything to kill you."

Several disciples in blue boasted to their senior brothers and looked at each other, feeling helpless.

"Walk!"

Suddenly, someone shouted, and the eight people immediately turned into eight rapid shadows, scattered towards the Qingdan Mountains. If they could meet the mountain patrol team of Qingdan Gate, they might have the chance to escape.

"Damn it, a bunch of cowards actually ran away!"

Zhao Qiankun was showing off his magic weapon, but was stunned for a moment, and cursed. He immediately flew down the huge rock and chased him separately with other disciples in blue. "That Xuexia, I'll chase you. You guys, go chase the other women and men, whoever grabs the spiritual weapon will be used. Don't worry about the punishment of the sect. After we build the foundation, who dares to accuse us."

"Okay, Senior Brother Zhao."

The disciples in blue clothes were extremely excited, and each one would be more confident in this cave trial if they could grab a good spiritual weapon.

Ye Qin stepped down and ran southwest. But he soon realized something was wrong. No one was chasing him behind him. Looking back, he immediately understood. Zhao Qiankun and his friends wanted to snow silk armor, and the four junior sisters were their intercepting targets. The three male disciples in green were standing in front, revealing the biggest target, and the disciples in blue targeted them. There were eight disciples in green, while Zhao Qiankun had only seven disciples in blue. They ran away in eight directions, and he happened to be the one who was left behind. The remaining seven people, Zhao Qiankun, caught up with at most, and the one who was caught was almost defeated. Whether the other six people could escape depends on luck.

Ye Qin looked back and saw Xue Xia and Zhao Qiankun were hundreds of feet away.

...

After a short moment, everyone had already dispersed and fled.

A mountain and rocky forest.

Xue Xia was frightened and quickly shuttled through the rocky forest, avoiding the pursuit of a blue sword light several inches behind her. For the Qi Refining disciples, the most domineering and hateful part of magic weapons is that they can attack far and near defense.

The spiritual sword in her hand could not attack Zhao Qiankun at all, but Zhao Qiankun could easily attack her with a flying sword.

Zhao Qiankun chased after several feet behind, desperately chasing, while using sword control techniques, he controlled the blue sword light to stare at Xue Xia tightly. Although his speed could not catch up with Xue Xia at once, the flying sword was extremely fast and bit Xue Xia tightly.

However, what they didn't notice was.

Behind them, a faint snow-winged shadow flew away, silently, and the spiritual energy emitted was extremely weak.

Ye Qin practiced the "Sitting and Forgetful Sutra" to automatically converge the breath, and the effect was a little stronger than the breath-catching technique. If the two of them did not look back, they would be almost impossible to detect. Unless they were a cultivator in the foundation-building stage, they could keenly realize that something was wrong.

Ye Qin followed behind slowly, so he naturally had some support. The huge snow wings behind him were his greatest capital. This top-quality spiritual weapon could be called a quasi-magic weapon, so it naturally has its own unique features.

Although Zhao Qiankun cannot be killed with this flying spirit weapon, as long as he flew to a high place in the sky and left the attack range, Zhao Qiankun could only stare at him and could not do anything. Unless Zhao Qiankun also has a flying spirit weapon in his hand - but the possibility is not high. If Zhao Qiankun had this thing, he would have taken it out to chase them a few of them long ago.

It was precisely for this reason that Ye Qin dared to follow the two of them. Zhao Qiankun and others wanted to grab a few defensive spirit weapons so that they could be more confident in the cave trial and seize the foundation-building pill. He also had this idea.

In order to seize the spirit stone, the cave must be extremely bloody, and fighting between various sects is indispensable.

If he could snatch this offensive magic weapon from Zhao Qiankun before entering the cave, even if he accidentally encountered a senior child of major sects who possess magic weapons in this cave trial, he would at least have the power to protect himself and would not become a stepping stone that would die if he touched it.

It is much easier to deal with the half-baked seniors of the sect than to deal with those truly strong seniors.

Ye Qin was not clear about the power of the flying sword magic weapon, and was afraid of it. He followed the safe distance dozens of feet away to observe. As for whether to take action, he could only act according to the opportunity and see if the flying sword had weaknesses.

How long can Xuexia last in Zhao Qiankun's hands? This is not his ruthlessness. After all, no one will sacrifice his life for a fellow disciple who has just met several times. He will not. If it were other fellow disciples, if they were not sure of him, they would not have helped him to save him if they were not sure.

"Junior Sister Xue, I know that the best piece of snow silk armor must be with you. It is likely to be worn on you. Hand it over. I don't want my junior sister to be stabbed by a hole in the flying sword with it."

Zhao Qiankun was controlling the flying sword while shouting excitedly, with some obscene eyes flashing in his eyes.

Ye Qin was a little puzzled. From the beginning to now, Zhao Qiankun just shouted and threatened them with magic weapons, but he only said but did not practice, but did not really attack.

Ye Qin did not think that Zhao Qiankun could not use this magic weapon, but was just pretending. After all, Zhao Qiankun was going to participate in the cave trial, and if he didn't have a few brushes, he would not dare to die. But Zhao Qiankun would rather threaten him over and over again and never use this flying sword, for fear that the flying sword would be limited.

"Dream, this snow silk armor was made of the best silk that I spent ten years collecting. Even if you kill me, you can't imagine it." Xue Xia carried a three-foot-long crystal sword, and her feet did not stop at all. She turned around and stared at Zhao Qiankun with a slight determination. She pinched her right hand and a blue water arrow hit her behind her.

Zhao Qiankun had a protective cover on his body, and he was not afraid of the weak water arrow, which blocked the attack of the water arrow. The water arrow could not break through the protective cover, but it slowed down Zhao Qiankun's speed.

"Then don't blame me for killing. It's going to rise--!"

With a loud shout, Zhao Qiankun's face darkened, his magic power was output with all his strength, and the blue sword light suddenly spitted. The Xuanyin sword, which was several inches long, immediately grew in the wind and turned into a short sword nearly one foot long. He slashed towards Xue Xia with his sword. Under the control of sword control, the flying sword can be long or short with the input of magic power, the shortest is inches and the longest is several feet long.

Zhao Qiankun's cultivation level at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage cannot exert the power of this flying sword. At most, it can only increase to one foot long. It is already quite difficult to exert about one-tenth of its power.

However, this foot of flying sword is powerful enough.

Ye Qin, who was dozens of feet away, could also feel the power of the sword...

Xue Xia immediately felt a biting sword power coming from behind, and looked horrified. She didn't care about reserving her means and crushed a piece of earth escape talisman in her hand. She crawled into the ground from the spot and disappeared, avoiding this fatal slash.

"Boom!" The flying sword passed through Xue Xia's phantom and hit a huge stone pillar several feet high in the stone forest, smashing the entire stone pillar into pieces and bursting.

Zhao Qiankun took back the flying sword that had shrunk by several inches, and immediately looked around and wanted to find out where Xue Xia had escaped.

Every attack of magic weapons consumes extremely magic power. Even if he is at the ninth level of Qi Refining Stage, he is unwilling to use it too much, so as not to exhaust his magic power too quickly. Before he can kill his opponent, he will first exhaust his magic power.

Within a few breaths, Xue Xia crawled out of the stone forest dozens of feet away and rushed to the distance.

"Hmph, if you don't want to eat the toast, I want to see how many earth escape talismans you can use at Junior Sister Xue!" Zhao Qiankun sneered, stomped his feet, flew to chase him quickly, no longer retained, and the flying sword in his hand turned into a blue storm rainbow again, and attacked Xue Xia.

"go!"

The flying sword is too fast and too flexible.

Xue Xia couldn't avoid several flying thrones and rushing in succession. The sword energy reached behind her back. Her beautiful face changed tragically and she hurriedly swung the crystal sword to block her chest. At the same time, she pinched her right hand, "Water Wall Technique, get up!" With her whisper, a huge blue water curtain blocked between her and the flying sword.

"Puff!" With a sound, the flying sword suddenly pierced into the water curtain. The water curtain looked quite powerful, but it could not stop the trend of the flying sword at all, and it was pierced through it.

"Clang, Clang..."

In the blink of an eye, the low-grade water-based crystal sword protected by Xue Xia was densely hit by the flying sword on the sword body. The spirit sword and the magic sword collided violently, and the light flashed. The spirit sword broke inch by inch in an instant, breaking into dozens of crystal fragments.

The flying sword broke the crystal sword, but the remaining momentum was still there. It hit Xue Xia, "Bang!" Her simple blue shirt suddenly turned into ashes, revealing her snow-white and delicate skin. The one wearing the blue shirt was a piece of snow silk armor with exquisite workmanship.

Xue Xia was hit by a flying sword, falling several feet away, spewing a mouthful of blood, and falling to the ground. The snow silk armor was hit by a flying sword, and there were obvious fragmentation marks, stained with bright blood. If it weren't for the snow silk armor protecting the body and blocking the remaining attack of the flying sword, I would have been afraid that the flying sword would penetrate the chest and die directly.

Xuexia was already desperate, but at the critical moment of life and death, how could she dare to give up her vitality easily, suppress the blood, force her to carry on the heavy injury, jump up, and run towards the Qingdan Mountains, but her speed was reduced by at least half, which was nowhere near as good as before.

"Junior Sister Xue, Brother Xue's flying sword is not so easy to resist." Zhao Qiankun flew to the ground, with a move, he withdrew the flying sword and laughed proudly.
Chapter completed!