The blue-clothed monk swept the battlefield proudly, he just cast a small spell, and the small battlefield in the swamp with a range of hundreds of zhang was already under his control, and the nine Qingdan monks were already in danger, and they were suppressed by the Lingquanmen monks one-sidedly, and the ashes were just a matter of a snap of a finger.

However, he suddenly frowned in displeasure.

Because he found that there was a young Qingdan monk, in addition to fighting with a Lingquan Sect monk, he also had leisure time, and looked at him with cold eyes from time to time, which was quite provocative. This person was not affected by the sluggishness of the little water dragon at all, and seemed to be at ease.

A wave of anger suddenly welled up in the bluefriar's heart, he could not tolerate anyone provoking him. When death is on the verge of death, he doesn't beg for mercy, and he dares to look at him with such contemptuous eyes, which is simply looking for death.

Without thinking about it, his pale right hand waved into the void, and several of the nearest small water dragons pounced on the young monk.

The young monk was none other than Ye Qin.

Ye Qin fixed his gaze on the blue-clothed monk, thinking about countermeasures. If you want to kill five Lingquan Sect monks to reverse the situation, it is too late, and before that, all the Qingdan Sect members are afraid that they will collapse.

He had a very short time to make a judgment that he would not be able to turn the tide unless he defeated the bluefriar directly. He can run away. But the life and death of the eight Qingdan foundation building fellows were all on the blue-clothed monk.

It just so happened that the blue-clothed monk was controlling several small water dragons to attack him.

Ye Qin simply abandoned the Lingquan Sect monk who was fighting, and gave this person to another Qingdan fellow sect to deal with. Then he turned and went straight to the blue-robed monk. Because he was not affected by the sluggishness, with all his strength, his body was extremely fast, turning into a ghostly phantom, and quickly approaching the blue-clothed monk. In just a few breaths, he could approach the Blue Friar's twenty or thirty feet.

"Young Sect Master be careful, this person has a bell magic weapon, which can make people suddenly lose their combat power, extremely domineering, and must not be allowed to get close to within thirty zhang!" Elder Wu was immediately taken aback when he saw the strongest monk in Qingdan, and rushed towards the Young Sect Master, and sent out a warning signal from the exit.

His team had already suffered a big loss from Ye Qin's bell, so they were extremely jealous of Ye Qin and had always had palpitations. If this person approached the young master, he was not sure if the young master would be able to stop it.

Elder Wu was anxious about the safety of the young sect master at this time, and he didn't care about attacking the other Qingdan monks anymore, so he hurriedly cast the spirit snake staff, turning the staff into a green spirit snake more than ten zhang long, this spirit snake hissed, revealing two miserable green fangs, and rushed towards Ye Qin in a rage, wanting to intercept Ye Qin.

Ye Qin had already developed a heart to kill the blue-clothed monk with one blow, and he was determined to win. At this juncture, he would not allow to be stopped. He caught a glimpse of the emerald spirit snake crashing into it, his eyes were cold, and his mouth opened up, and he shot out a fierce green light.

Nan Ming appeared in the sky from the fire sword, turning into a flaming giant sword, and slashed at the forehead of the spirit snake with a lightning sword.

Flutter!

The green liquor splashed, how sharp Nan Ming's fire sword was, how could it be resisted by ordinary magic weapons. The spirit snake suddenly screamed violently, and quickly retracted into a spirit snake staff, flying into Elder Wu's hand. When Elder Wu saw a large gap several inches deep appear on the Spirit Snake Staff, his heart immediately ached. This staff is a mid-level magic weapon that has accompanied him for decades, and it was actually broken.

However, Elder Wu can't care about these now, no matter what, he has to ensure that the young master is foolproof. Otherwise, the anger of the Lingquan Sect Ancestor would make all of them follow the Lingquan monks who followed the young sect master to accompany them to the funeral. He didn't dare take the risk.

"Stop him quickly, don't let him get close to the young master, hurry!"

Seeing that Ye Qin was getting closer and closer to the blue-clothed monk, Elder Wu showed horror on his face and shouted loudly to the surrounding Spirit Spring monks. He jumped and flew in front of the young master, and at the same time quickly shot out a magic weapon, wanting to stop Ye Qin from continuing to approach.

Ye Qin was secretly furious, he was now eager to kill Elder Wu who was blocking him with a single sword.

It's a pity that after the delay just now, several Lingquan monks had already reacted, and they all threw magic weapons at him in panic, and he was besieged by several magic weapons, and he couldn't pull out his hand to kill Elder Wu.

Nan Ming's fire sword stood in the air in front of him, bursting out with clusters of green flames, which turned into flames and fire crows, blocking all the magic weapons besieging him. This Yuan Shen magic weapon is extremely fierce, and the Lingquan Sect monks dare not easily use their magic weapons to engage in battle.

Soon, within a range of dozens of zhang around Ye Qin's body, there were no more small water dragons.

Ye Qin rushed to attack the young sect master, and a sword made Elder Wu's face change greatly, and all the Qingdan monks couldn't help but be overjoyed. Several Lingquan monks hurriedly turned back to rescue, and the pressure on their bodies was suddenly greatly reduced, and they all gathered together to support each other. The crisis of the rout disappeared for the time being, and the situation eased again.

It seems that there are also a lot of good hands in the Spirit Mist Realm, and they have only built a foundation for five layers of cultivation, so they have such a fire-based superb Yuan Shen magic weapon. ”

When the blue-clothed monk saw Ye Qin shoot a flying sword from his mouth, his eyes suddenly lit up, revealing a hint of surprise.

He tilted his neck and thought for a moment, and suddenly said in surprise: "However, this should be the Nanming Lihuo Sword, one of the five major Zhen Sect Yuan Shen magic weapons of the Ancient Weapon Sect! Could it be that you have a deep relationship with a certain ancestor of the Ancient Artifact Gate, and you are a descendant of a certain ancestor? But unfortunately, your sword can only emit green flames, and its firepower is too weak. If it can release the true fire of Samadhi, who can block your sword in this Cold Lake Forest?!Haha, it's a pity, it's a pity, the power of this sword is worse after all, and your strength is enough to sweep all the monks present. But if you meet me today, you will be unlucky. ”

The blue-clothed monk held the water shell spirit bead in his hand, quite proud. His water-based magic weapon is hugely powerful, and it happens to be able to restrain the fire-based primordial magic weapon. It's a coincidence, and it couldn't be more coincidental.

Ye Qin controlled the Nan Mingli Fire Sword with one hand, and his expression was slightly strange.

This guy actually knew the origin of his magic weapon, and it seemed that before attacking the Spirit Mist Realm, this young sect master had made very full preparations, and he knew the important situation of the various sects in the Spirit Mist Realm well.

Moreover, this young master also has a deep understanding of Nan Mingli's fire sword.

As a top-grade Yuan Shen magic weapon, the power of the Nanming Lihuo Sword is completely different in the hands of the Zhuji Monk and the Jindan Monk. Monk Zhuji can only attach innate true fire to the sword, while Monk Jindan can attach the more powerful samadhi true fire to the sword.

The same small fireball, the power released by the Qi Cultivator, the Foundation Cultivator, and the Jindan Cultivator is also completely different, and the lethality is hugely different. Because what they release is a different kind of fire – yang fire, innate true fire, samadhi true fire.

In addition, a simple small fireball of Samadhi True Fire could not kill a monk in the foundation building period. Because the small fireballs fly so slowly, the Tsukiji monks can usually easily dodge them as long as they are not tied hand or foot.

However, the attack speed of the magic weapon is extremely fast.

Nan Ming Lihuo Sword, if the sword can be attached to the terrifying three-flavor true fire, then it can easily sweep away all the foundation building period monks present. None of them, including the Blue Friar, could stop the sword.

Only the blue-clothed monk would think to himself, if Ye Qin's Yuan Shen magic weapon could release the Samadhi True Fire, who could block a sword in this Cold Lake Forest.

Ye Qin smiled bitterly when he heard this.

He is not a Jindan monk, where does the true fire of samadhi come from?

Even if there is a samadhi true fire, I am afraid that he will not dare to use it at will, otherwise he will burn himself to death first. The Samadhi True Fire is extremely domineering, and it is not something that the Zhuji Monk can easily play with, only the cultivation of the Jindan Monk can control it.

"Hmph, you all get out of the way of the young master and just watch from the side. I want to meet this kid for a while, and see how capable he really is! This young master has been suffocating in this forest for several months, and he has finally met an opponent, so he must have a good time today. ”

The blue-clothed monk had already glanced at Ye Qin at this time, and regarded Ye Qin as an opponent of sufficient weight. But he had the water shell spirit bead to rely on, and he still didn't take Ye Qin in his eyes.

He laughed, pushed Elder Wu away, and stepped in front of the Lingquan monks.

"You, come out, let's just fight!"

The blue-clothed monk pointed at Ye Qin, and after he finished speaking, he summoned more than a hundred small water dragons again. He had the demeanor of a duel with a famous nobleman in the Immortal Cultivation Realm, and when he was ready, he did not attack immediately, but waited for Ye Qin to make a move.

Elder Wu and the others stood on the left and right with magic weapons in their hands, looking at each other and speechless. Their young master has always done his own thing, doing whatever he wants, and now that he is on the rise, they don't dare to stop it at will, so as not to touch his bad head.

Elder Wu took a step back, secretly thinking to himself, once the young master was in danger, he would definitely take action. It is better to be scolded by the young sect master than to face the monstrous anger of the ancestor of the Lingquan Sect.

However, to the surprise of all the Qingdan monks and Lingquan monks present, Ye Qin didn't know why he suddenly started to froze, staring at his Nanming Lihuo Sword.

"What are you doing? Don't hurry up, you don't want to delay time, right?! Haha, it's useless, this young master has time to fight with you. The bluefriar was impatient and urged loudly.

At this time, Ye Qin finally came to his senses, but he smiled strangely, and with a move of his right hand, a small blue flame fireball appeared a few feet above his palm.

A terrifying aura of fire emanated from this small ball of blue flame fire, which immediately forced the Qingdan monks around him to retreat a few feet, their faces turned pale, and they looked at Ye Qin in disbelief.

Even Ye Qin himself was forced by Lan Yan's domineering fire to sweat like rain on his forehead in the blink of an eye, blocking the fire with all his might.

Then, with a flick of Ye Qin's middle finger, the blue flame fireball flew out and landed steadily on the tip of Nan Mingli's fire sword. Around the body of Nan Ming's fire sword, the original flying green flames almost disappeared in the blink of an eye, leaving only a small blue flame fireball.

"This, this is the Blue Flame Earth?!"

"Blue flame earth fire that is comparable to the true fire of Samadhi, how is this possible?"

"How could he possibly carry such a powerful and domineering flame with him?"

The more than a dozen Qingdan monks and Lingquanmen monks present changed color in shock, and although they were forced away by the fire, a trace of cold air came out of their backs.

Neither fellow monks nor rival monks could accept such a thing.

Most of them have seen earth fire, and earth fire is obviously divided into several power levels, such as red flame, green flame, and blue flame, which correspond to the power of yang fire, innate true fire, and samadhi true fire.

Because many Dharma weapons are made from the blue flame earth fire, or the samadhi true fire, and the high temperature. From here, it is enough to see the power of Lan Yan.

Ordinary low-level magic weapons will be melted by the high temperature in a very short period of time when they encounter blue flames.

Only a top-grade fire-based primordial magic weapon like the Nan Ming Li's Fire Sword was not afraid of the blue flame at all, and it could be allowed to attach to the sword body to increase its power. Unless it burns for tens or hundreds of days in one go, Blue Flame can make Nan Mingli Fire Sword such a Yuan Shen magic weapon melt.

This is a really damn guy, a blue flame that can burn a foundation monk who has opened the protective shield with all his strength to ashes in the blink of an eye.

When Ye Qin attached this wisp of blue flame to the sword, the eyes of the monks completely changed, and they were shocked to the extreme, which was clearly challenging the limit of their guts.

If Ye Qin, who possessed the Nanming Lihuo Sword, was just a super-strong foundation building cultivator to them, it was extremely difficult to deal with. Then when Nan Ming attached Lan Yan to the fire, the power of this sword skyrocketed, almost equivalent to a Jindan monk casting this sword, which was not at all something that ordinary foundation building monks could compete with.

(To be continued)