Overthrow the Cultivation Civilization

Wang Qiye rested his chin on the gray-robed man's shoulder, and the two of them knelt on the ground together, gasping for breath like a fish out of water.

At least he was still alive. The gray robe was only breathing out, not breathing in. Wentian stabbed his heart through, and his sword was just a hair's breadth away from stabbing Wang Qiye's heart. The gray robe didn't expect that "One Heart Flow" could accelerate after five steps close to the enemy, so he misjudged the timing, and it was that hair's breadth that prevented him from dragging the bastard into the water.

After successfully performing "One Heart Flow", it seems that there will be a brief loss of strength. It's like borrowing the strength behind me. I have recovered for 30 seconds, but I still don't have the strength to move a finger. According to this progress, it will probably take another 60 seconds before I can move, Wang Qiye grinned.

"If anyone comes over and cuts off my dog's head at this moment, I will really die!"

However, the people fighting were too busy to pay attention to him. He finally calmed down. He let go of Wentian, drew out Zhishui with his right hand, steadied the sword with his left hand, and swung the knife to cut off the gray-robed man's hands.

With a gentle push from his right hand, the gray robe fell down, and Wang Qiye put the water back to his waist. He picked up a piece of wood and bit it in his mouth. He pressed the wound with his left hand and slowly drew out the sword with his right hand, sweating profusely.

"Damn it, from now on, I won't use this "One Mind Flow" unless it's absolutely necessary. If I use it, I'll just be waiting for death!!!"

While bandaging the wound, Wang Qiye spat out the wood in his mouth. He released another water ball spell and drank it greedily. Then he pulled out the gray-robed Wentian and turned to look at the remaining five people.

To be exact, there were four people. The person in the middle who was surrounded looked like he was almost out of energy. The four people besieging him did not seem to know each other. Although the four people were surrounding that person, they were wearing four different colors of clothes and were on guard against each other. No one dared to rob him right now, for fear of becoming the target of the other three people.

Wang Qiye was free now, so he cast another water ball technique and drank it all. Then he drew out the still water and threw it at the back of the person who had his back to Wang Qiye.

They were indeed not in the same group. The man facing Wang Qiye had clearly seen it, but did not warn him. The man in the green robe even deliberately reached into his storage bag and added a talisman to attract the attention of others.

"what--"

The sneak attack was surprisingly successful, which of course was also related to their current state. Everyone was basically injured and their spiritual energy was reduced to less than half. They were unwilling to give up even in this state, which showed that these people had big ambitions.

After the monk fell to the ground, the rest of the people turned their eyes to him. Since two people had just died together, they naturally noticed him, but they didn't expect that this guy stood up again.

Wang Qiye dragged Wentian towards a blue-robed monk, who was also a participant in the siege.

Seeing that the green-robed monk had picked him, the blue-robed monk hesitated for a while, but finally gritted his teeth and rushed forward with his spear. "The green-robed monk must have been seriously injured just now, otherwise he wouldn't have been lying there without any breath for such a long time. Now he is just using some means to force himself to breathe, and the price must be high."

After the two men started fighting, both felt that the other's skills were difficult to deal with. Indeed, up to now, except for a few cats and dogs that were still wandering around the periphery, the novices had all fallen under their feet, and only a few of those who were still standing were mediocre.

The blue-robed monk pressed down three more pear blossoms. Wang Qiye swung his knife, chopped one into pieces, and rolled on the ground. The other two blossoms raised dust behind him. After he stabilized his body, he stepped on a large stone and circled to the side above him.

The blue-robed monk retreated while repeatedly poking Wang Qiye with the tip of his spear to prevent him from getting close. Among the gun shadows, there were also one or two pear blossoms.

Being in the air and unable to change position, Wang Qiye could only choose to take it head-on, and the Wentian Sword began to glow with spiritual energy again.

"Crescent Slash"

The blue-robed man was no longer relaxed, and his forehead was covered with sweat due to the rapid mobilization of spiritual power. He held the gun tightly with both hands, and his face, neck, and arms were all red from the excessive force.

"Pear Blossom Begonia"

A crescent moon rose in the sky, shining coldly, and was particularly dazzling on this barren land; even the stubborn weeds were reflected clearly.

A pear tree overshadows a crabapple tree on the ground, with thousands of purple and red flowers surging towards the crescent moon. Countless petals fly away, and new flowers rise.

The two men steadied themselves and stood still, fighting evenly. Wang Qiye knelt on one knee, one hand on the sky and the other on the ground, just short of lying flat on the ground. His chest was heaving violently like a bellows, but he didn't dare to blink.

The blue-robed monk stumbled and quickly used his spear to support his body. His back was already wet, and he was more exhausted than Wang Qiye. The two of them were not in a good condition and had already begun to retreat, but it was not easy to leave at this time.

Watching Wang Qiye take out a spiritual stone from his storage bag, he cursed the other party for not following martial ethics, and took out a piece from his storage bag and put it on his hand. As the spiritual energy in his hand slowly entered his body, he couldn't let go of the free spiritual energy around him. The spiritual stone in his hand can't be absorbed too quickly, otherwise, it will be "intoxicated by oxygen" and explode and die directly. Therefore, in the cultivation civilization, no matter how big or small the battle is, you hold a low-level spiritual stone and slowly absorb it. Don't be fooled by other cultivation novels.

Therefore, in high-level battles, fighting while competing for the free spiritual energy around to replenish oneself is the key to determining the superiority of one's martial arts.

Of the remaining two people who were flirting with each other, one of the monks in white couldn't hold back any longer. He thought that if the monk in green and blue robes recovered, it would cause more trouble. Now was the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!

The monk in white stomped his foot hard, and without even saying hello to the monk in black who had been on guard, he rushed towards the dying besieger with his sword in hand.

The sword pierced in easily. It turned out that the besieged man was too badly injured and had already died. Seeing this, the black-robed monk also hurried over here.

"Haha, it's too late, the things are mine!"

Just as the monk in white was about to grab the storage bag, multiple puppet arms appeared all over the body of the dead besiegers, and instantly grabbed the monk in white, with their eyes glowing red.

"Hurry up and save me! He's going to explode!"

The monk in white was caught and could not break free in a short time. The monk in black had already stopped and retreated when something strange happened. When he saw a puppet arm throwing out a storage bag, he decided to retreat.

"Boom——"

The explosion not far away still startled the two people who were confronting each other. Wang Qiye instinctively lay on the ground, but the blue-robed monk looked in the direction of the explosion. When he saw a storage bag flying in this direction, he secretly laughed at the stupidity of the green-robed monk, exerted force on his feet, flew towards the storage bag, and attached an armor amulet by the way. With the light shield and light armor on his body, his safety factor increased greatly.

When a spiritual storm flew over his head, Wang Qiye stood up and walked towards the blue-robed monk who wanted money but not his life. A broken puppet arm was stuck in the man's stomach, and the spear was nowhere to be seen.

"Please let me go, I'll give you this storage bag, oh, and my storage bag too!"

The blue-robed monk covered the broken arm of the puppet on his stomach, dragged a storage bag with his left hand, and retreated. The wound was still oozing blood, watering the land drop by drop.

Wang Qiye felt disappointed, thinking that he was not worthy of dying under his sword. If he had said a few heroic words at this time, he would have looked up to him. They had been fighting for so long, and now he was actually surrendering. Do you think this is just a game?

Seeing that begging for mercy had no effect and the green-robed monk was still pressing forward, the blue-robed monk made up his mind and threw the storage bag in the opposite direction of Wang Qiye and quickly fled.

"How come, why don't you go after the storage bag?"

Looking at the blue-robed monk who was stabbed in the back, he never figured it out until his death and refused to close his eyes.

“Because I don’t even know what’s in it.”

Although he was speaking to the dead, his soul had been swallowed by the black eye, and it was obvious that he could not close his eyes again. Wang Qiye took off his storage bag without any scruples, and took out a few talismans from his arms and put them all in his own storage bag.

After collecting the spoils, he walked slowly towards the storage bag of the person who was besieged just now. However, a hand in a black robe grabbed the storage bag earlier. It was the last besieger who escaped and turned back.

"Fellow Daoist, isn't this a bit unkind?"

Wang Qiye thought that this guy had left, but he showed up again unexpectedly. He could only helplessly pull Wentian out again.

"Treasures have always been obtained by those who are capable since ancient times."

The black-robed monk directly put the storage bag of the self-destructive monk into his own storage bag, took out a two-handed sledgehammer, and slowly walked towards Wang Qiye. He knew that he could not leave without killing the man opposite him.

"Hey, be careful behind you."

Wang Qiye suddenly stopped, looked behind the black-robed monk with horror, and shouted.

"Humph, you are still too young to try to trick me, your grandfather. Boy!"

The black-clothed man did not fall into the trap, but instead quickened his pace and ran towards Wang Qiye. However, a sharp arrow was faster than him and pierced through his back.

"How could this be possible? This is impossible!!!"

The big man in black couldn't believe it and covered his chest with his hands in pain. However, the gushing blood flowed out from his back, soon dyeing a large area red. Finally, he opened his mouth and fell to the ground unwillingly.

Wang Qiye was well prepared and chopped the tip of the arrow with a heavy blow. The arrow had already pierced a person and its power was greatly reduced, so it was knocked to the ground by Wentian.

Chu Xingyao felt a little disappointed that he failed to kill two birds with one stone. Seeing that the man in green robe had already looked over, he quickly dodged and hid behind a large rock, crawling down the hill. He had already been exposed, and there was no chance to shoot a second arrow, so he might as well leave as soon as possible.

Looking at the hill ten miles away, Wang Qiye couldn't see clearly whether it was a boy or a girl, but he didn't worry about it. It seemed that he couldn't die today, so he would harvest the spoils first.