Chapter 664: Three Consecutive Defeats
Qingyang had been watching closely. Kou Yuchang had provoked him many times, and this time he ambushed him on the road with his men. He had just killed dozens of alcoholic bees and injured more than a hundred, greatly reducing the strength of the entire bee colony. How could he escape easily?
Seeing that Kou Yuchang had already left the range of the mad sand, Qingyang had already made preparations. He quickly mobilized some of the true energy that had just been recovered and used the Three Yuan Sword Formation to slash at Kou Yuchang.
Qingyang's Three Yuan Sword Formation was so powerful that even a cultivator at the third level of foundation building could not stop it, let alone Kou Yuchang, who was only at the first level of foundation building? He was instantly submerged by the sword formation. However, Kou Yuchang was born in the old immortal cultivation family of Qingfeng Hall after all. Although his cultivation was not high, he still had some good things on him. A defensive treasure blocked most of the power of the Three Yuan Sword Formation. The energy of the sword formation was exhausted, and the treasure was also scrapped. Seeing this, Kou Yuchang was even more frightened and fled away without looking back.
After defeating three foundation-building monks in a row, the little bit of true energy that had just been recovered was consumed again. Qingyang wanted to keep Kou Yuchang, but considering that there was a more powerful opponent, he had to give up for the time being. Then Qingyang leaned on a spiritual sword and slowly came to the place where Kou Yuchang had fought with the alcoholic bee colony before.
The effect of the crazy sand soul-breaking talisman had disappeared. The crazy sand fell all over the ground. The whole ground was in a mess, and countless alcoholic bee corpses were scattered. Some were already dead, and some just had their wings broken, temporarily losing the ability to fly, and needed a long time to recover.
Looking at the alcoholic bee corpses all over the ground, Qingyang felt very distressed. This was something he had spent decades of hard work to cultivate, but was destroyed by Kou Yuchang with a spiritual talisman. I don’t know how much energy it will take to grow to its original size in the future.
The number of alcoholic bees that were not seriously injured and could continue to participate in the battle was less than 40% of the total number, about 100. Fortunately, the six purple-backed alcoholic bees that were equivalent to the perfect Qi Refining were not seriously injured, and their strength did not decrease much, which should not affect the subsequent battles.
The situation of the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey next to it was not much better than that of the alcoholic bee colony. In the previous battle, the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey was seriously injured. Just now, when he was blocking Kou Yuchang, he was affected by the Crazy Sand Soul-breaking Talisman, which was even more injured. The wound was eroded by the poisonous sand and had a tendency to gradually worsen.
Qingyang did not dare to neglect it. He quickly took out two detoxification and healing pills and gave them to the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey to take, asking him to temporarily retreat to the side to heal his wounds. Maybe he would need him later.
Although the enemy who ambushed Qingyang had two dead and one escaped, leaving only the fifth-level foundation cultivator, but this last one was also the most difficult to deal with among the four. Qingyang had no confidence in winning the opponent, so he could only prepare for the worst in advance.
Qingyang hoped that the alcoholic queen bee could delay for a little longer, waiting for himself and the iron-armed spirit monkey to recover some strength, but unfortunately, the opposite happened. Before he could catch his breath, he heard the alcoholic queen bee squeak, and then the whole body was like being struck by lightning, rolling back.
At the same time, the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator shuddered all over and escaped from the pollen maze. The pollen used to decorate the secret realm disappeared. The fifth-level foundation-building cultivator's face suddenly regained clarity, and he couldn't help but look around.
This look was not a big deal, but the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator was immediately frightened. There was only one person, one monkey and a group of spirit bees around, and his three helpers disappeared.
Did the other three abandon themselves and run away? Impossible, they would never dare to. How dare they give up what Master Lingxu told them? But where are all the people? Did they all die from this kid? This is even more impossible. He is just a small first-level foundation-building cultivator. How could he kill three foundation-building cultivators in such a short time?
Soon, he found two large pieces of flesh and broken bones not far away. Although he couldn't tell who they belonged to, according to the spraying area, at least two or three people must have died. There are only five people on both sides of the enemy, and the kid on the opposite side is still alive, so it is easy to judge who the dead person is. In other words, during the time when he was trapped by the environment, this kid defeated two or three foundation-building cultivators in succession, leaving himself alone.
The fifth-level foundation-building cultivator wanted to disbelieve it, but the facts were in front of him, and he couldn't help but disbelieve it. Looking at Qingyang again, the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator's eyes were much more complicated. He was able to defeat three companions in such a short time, even he himself couldn't do it. How did this kid do it? What unknown means does he have?
He even secretly suspected that Qingyang in front of him was not a first-level foundation-building cultivator at all, but deliberately used some means to conceal his cultivation. His real cultivation might be in the middle or even late stage of foundation-building. Otherwise, how could he easily get rid of his three companions?
The more he thought about it, the more frightened the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator became, and gradually began to be suspicious. Even seeing Qingyang's current performance, he thought that the other party was deliberately confusing him, making him think that Qingyang was seriously injured, and then suddenly killing him when he was careless to win.
Qingyang didn't care what the other party thought. Seeing that the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator had escaped, he could only bite the bullet and come up, and at the same time called the alcoholic queen bee and the iron-armed monkey to form a triangle, surrounding the fifth-level foundation-building cultivator in the middle.
The pollen maze was forcibly broken, and the alcoholic queen bee was attacked and suffered serious internal injuries, but her overall condition was much better than Qingyang and the iron-armed monkey, so she would be the main force in the subsequent battles. The alcoholic queen bee seemed to know this, and she flapped her wings and squeaked. The six bees received the order and led the remaining 100 alcoholic bees into six teams and came behind the alcoholic queen bee. Although the number was much smaller, the momentum of the attack was very strong.
The iron-armed monkey roared to the sky, and suddenly, the black hair stood up, and there was a burst of sound all over the body. The whole body suddenly swelled several times, especially the arms, which were domineering, with bulging muscles and bulging blood vessels, and full of power everywhere.
The iron-armed monkey seemed to have been stimulated by the belligerent factor, and the whole body seemed to be frenzied, looking hideous and terrifying, with amazing momentum, as if it could destroy everything in front of it.
Qingyang's momentum seemed much weaker. He had neither the violent appearance of the Iron-Armed Monkey nor the neat bee generals and soldiers behind the alcoholic queen bee. He just stood there quietly, staring at the other party with his eyes, while the three spirit swords kept circling above his head. He did not take the initiative to attack, nor did he make any other extraordinary moves.