Chapter 662: Quick Decision

"Stop talking nonsense, just fight!" Qingyang said impatiently.

Qingyang's words completely annoyed the short man. The other party, a small first-level foundation-building cultivator, actually took the initiative to provoke himself, a third-level foundation-building cultivator. He really didn't know how to live or die. He snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, since you are in a hurry to reincarnate, then I will fulfill your wish."

As soon as the voice fell, the foundation-building cultivator moved his mind, and a seven or eight-foot-long purple-gold Panlong sword appeared in the air, transforming into a dragon-shaped light and shadow, slashing towards Qingyang.

Qingyang had already made preparations, and sacrificed the three spiritual swords of Qingmu Sword, Hantan Sword, and Qianfeng Sword, and displayed his own unique skill, the Three Yuan Sword Formation. A huge sword formation, with countless sword shadows, rushed towards the purple-gold Panlong sword.

The current situation is extremely unfavorable for Qingyang. It is difficult to defeat the tall third-level foundation building cultivator with the Iron Arm Spirit Monkey, and it is difficult for the alcoholic queen bee to hold back the fifth-level foundation building cultivator for a long time. Once the fifth-level foundation building cultivator escapes, the situation on Qingyang's side will quickly collapse, and there will be no hope of winning, so Qingyang must fight quickly and kill the others before that.

Seeing the power of Qingyang's sword formation, the short third-level foundation building cultivator was also a little surprised. He didn't expect that Qingyang, a first-level foundation building cultivator, could use such a powerful sword formation. This sword formation can cause great pressure to himself as soon as it is used.

Although the short cultivator was surprised, he still had some disdain for Qingyang in his heart, because the other party's cultivation was much lower than his. He felt that Qingyang's sword formation could only fight him on equal terms at best, and no one could do anything to anyone. As for defeating himself, it was simply impossible.

The short monk soon paid the price for his carelessness. The purple-gold Panlong sword slashed at the Sanyuan Sword Formation without causing any waves, and flew back at a faster speed than before, while the Sanyuan Sword Formation continued to kill the short monk.

Seeing that the power of the opposite sword formation had not decreased much and would soon fall on his head, the short monk was horrified, but it was too late to use other means at this time. He could only circulate his whole body's true energy and activate the defensive shield on his body.

Encountering the Sanyuan Sword Formation, the defensive shield of the foundation-building monk was like paper, and it was instantly shattered. However, the short monk still had a low-grade defensive spiritual weapon on his body, but the matter was hasty, and the power of the defensive spiritual weapon had not been activated to the maximum extent.

With a bang, the Sanyuan Sword Formation broke through the defensive spiritual weapon and slashed at the body of the short foundation-building monk. The two layers of defense consumed most of the energy of the Sanyuan Sword Formation. The short monk retreated five or six steps and fell to the ground.

Looking at him now, he was naked, with wounds of all sizes everywhere. There was not a single piece of intact flesh on his body. The blood and flesh were sprayed all over, almost dyeing the surrounding area red. After this severe injury, the short monk was not dead yet, but he could not move at all. He had lost half of his life and could only be slaughtered.

Qingyang would naturally not miss such a good opportunity. He raised a flying sword and slashed at the head of the short monk. Facing the attack, the short monk could not resist and could only ask for help from the tall monk next to him.

However, the tall monk was held back by the Iron Arm Monkey. Not to mention that he couldn't get rid of the Iron Arm Monkey, even if he could free his hands, it would be too late. With a puff, the spirit sword chopped the short monk's neck, and his head instantly fell to the side. Then Qingyang cast a spell and released a ball of fire, burning the short monk's body and soul clean.

After dealing with the short monk, Qingyang quickly turned the spirit sword and cooperated with the Iron Arm Monkey next to him. One man and one monkey joined forces to deal with the tall third-level foundation building monk.

Just now, Qingyang killed the short monk cleanly and neatly. It was because of the great power of Qingyang's Sanyuan Sword Formation, and also because the other party was too careless and underestimated Qingyang's strength. Otherwise, although Qingyang could win in the end, he would not win so quickly.

Although the tall monk didn't have time to save his companion, he knew Qingyang's true strength. He knew that although this kid's cultivation was not high, the sword formation he used was extremely powerful, and could even kill a cultivator at the third level of foundation building. With the previous experience of the short monk, the tall monk naturally would not give Qingyang a chance to take advantage of. Every time he faced Qingyang, he added a lot of insurance.

The tall monk was extremely cunning. In the blink of an eye, two quarters of an hour passed, and Qingyang didn't hurt the other party. One of the reasons was that the tall monk was stronger than the short monk, but more importantly, the other party was more cautious and didn't give Qingyang a chance to cheat.

In desperation, Qingyang could only use a head-on fighting style. He and the Iron Arm Monkey teamed up to force the opponent, and then used the Three Yuan Sword Formation to attack. In this case, the tall monk could only take it hard. Although he was more prepared than the short monk, facing the huge power of the Three Yuan Sword Formation, it was inevitable to get injured. Not long after, the tall monk's defensive means were exhausted, and his body was hit hard, and even his movements were much slower.

This hard-fighting style of fighting, no one can take advantage, the tall monk suffered a heavy blow, and Qingyang's true energy was almost consumed. The mind was overloaded, and the blood in the body was boiling, just like boiling water, and there was a danger of rioting at any time.

Not only Qingyang, the Iron Arm Monkey was not in a better situation. His physical strength was almost exhausted, and his body was wounded countless times. Blood flowed down his hair and formed into blood scabs. Especially on his back, because he failed to dodge, he was hit by the spiritual energy of the tall monk, which cut a half-foot deep hole, and even the bones were exposed. If it weren't for the fact that this place was not a vital point, this might have killed the Iron Arm Monkey.

When the battle reached this level, it depends on strength and perseverance. Any tricks will not work. It depends on who can hold on longer. But overall, Qingyang and the Iron Arm Monkey still have a slight advantage. With two against one, they can wear each other out even if they are exhausted.

The tall third-level foundation-building cultivator never thought that he would be forced to this extent by a first-level foundation-building cultivator. Seeing that he might lose his life if he dragged it on, he immediately planned to escape. But thinking about Master Lingxu's methods, the reputation of the Blood Demon Sect, and the Nascent Soul Stage Lingxue Zhenren, this idea was instantly dispelled.

The tall man was indeed a cultivator who could enter the middle stage of foundation building in one step. His potential should not be underestimated. Even in this situation, he persisted for a full quarter of an hour. The alcoholic queen bee was getting more and more exhausted, and the illusion was on the verge of breaking at any time.