Chapter 151 Blocking the Road

The Monkey King had slowly retreated when Mo Qianli started to draw his bow. When the wind started blowing up, he realized something was wrong and retreated instead of turning around and running away!

Its back showed panic, and its face showed suffocated anger. It never expected that after successfully advancing to the next level, it would be forced to flee in the first battle by a human monk whose cultivation was inferior to it!

But the momentum of the bow and arrows was so amazing that it was certain that if it stayed where it was, its life would be in danger.

The monkey king's limbs were like wind, and his speed was getting faster and faster. He just wanted to leave the stone path outside the valley quickly. This stone path is as straight as a sword, and the cliffs on both sides are extremely high. There is no place to hide.

And it will never let go of those two hateful human monks! Once it dodges this arrow, it will come back and tear them into pieces!

Just as the Monkey King was gnashing his teeth and running wildly, a figure in green suddenly appeared on the mountain road ahead, blocking his way.

But it was Liu Qinghuan who had disappeared out of the valley at some point.

Liu Qinghuan stood there calmly, with only a thin and ethereal three-inch long gray sword in front of him.

Tyranny and ridicule flashed in the Monkey King's eyes, and his speed increased instead of decreasing.

A mere monk in the early stages of foundation building dared to come out and block its way, seeking death!

Liu Qinghuan acted as if he hadn't seen the monkey king charging madly. His expression was calm and his eyes were clear, as if he had entered some mysterious realm. At the same time, his hands suddenly moved.

I saw that his left hand was on top and his right hand was on the bottom, with their hearts facing each other. The big finger of the right hand is pinched on Youwen, the ring finger is bent under the big finger, and the index finger and middle finger are stretched out together, making a sword gesture. The thumb of his left hand was pinched on the top of his ring finger, facing the direction of the Monkey King.

With the movements of his fingers, the small gray sword that had been hovering in front of him changed.

The thin layer of gray energy lingering on the sword suddenly surged towards the tip of the sword. A bit of deathly black color started from the tip of the sword and quickly spread over the entire sword body like a halo. The originally gray sword turned into Pure black!

The monkey king felt all the cold hairs on his body stand on end. He looked at the small black sword in horror. A trembling fear emerged from the depths of his soul, causing him to stop suddenly.

Liu Qinghuan's eyes narrowed, he raised his head to lock the Monkey King, and pointed forward with his left hand.

The small black sword seemed to swallow up all the surrounding light, turning into a black rainbow and running towards the Monkey King.

Blocked in front and pursued by soldiers, the Monkey King was completely angry.

Bullying a monkey is too much! These two human monks really bullied the monkeys too much!

It roared furiously toward the sky, causing the entire stone path to buzz, and countless fine gravels rolling down. At the same time, the joints all over the body crackled. The already very tall body expanded and lifted, and the muscles all over the body bulged out at a speed visible to the naked eye. The green armor on the surface of the body was actually three points thicker, so thick that it seemed to be worn through. A layer of cyan armor.

Standing up like a giant, the Monkey King waved his giant palm the size of a millstone and struck at the swift black sword.

The small black sword looked as slender as a needle in front of him. But the needle was so sharp that the Monkey King's green armor only blocked it for a short moment before it penetrated the giant palm!

The Monkey King looked at his palm and found a small hole in the front of his palm, with no blood left. It was just that small hole that was causing heartbreaking pain that was almost unbearable.

A closer look revealed that there was a layer of black mist stuck to the surface of the flesh around the small hole, which was rapidly corroding and spreading. In just a few breaths, the small hole expanded into a large hole, and it continued to grow.

The Monkey King was inexplicably horrified. With the physical strength and self-healing power, it was completely unable to prevent the wound from expanding!

Liu Qinghuan also saw the injuries on the Monkey King's hands. He waved his hand, and the small sword, which had returned to gray, turned into a point of light and penetrated into the sea of ​​consciousness from the center of his eyebrows.

This change in the little gray sword was a glimpse of the realization he gained from fighting monsters every day during this period: the death sword with the meaning of the sword of life and death!

The bamboo he used to plant his sword was half-and-half black and white, and he understood the meaning of the life-and-death sword between the vitality of Xuanyang and the death energy of Xuanyin. He originally thought that the sword he planted would also be black and white, but who knew? I know it's gloomy.

It's a pity that the Sword Intent of Life and Death was spent several years cultivating the gray energy in the Nishengzhu, and this time most of it was used up.

The Monkey King's face showed pain and confusion, and when he saw the layer of black mist spreading towards his arms, he finally showed a look of determination.

"Ouch!"

Howls of extreme pain came from the mountain road, startling countless birds.

Liu Qinghuan looked at the Monkey King in surprise: I didn't expect this monster monkey to be so decisive and courageous, and even cut off its own palm!

He retracted his small gray sword and looked up towards the entrance of the Ten Thousand Flowers Valley, where a shocking arrow was brewing and was about to rush out of the valley before he saw it. And I still have to buy a little more time.

He threw out a large handful of black seeds, and spiritual power poured into each seed like a steady stream of water.

The seeds sprouted as soon as they fell to the ground, and the seedlings sprang up crazily and quickly grew into thick and tall iron-needle cactus, which lined up in the narrow mountain road.

Each root of the Iron Needle Cactus is as thick as a big tree, and its body is covered with long, sharp thorns like iron needles.

Countless green streams of spiritual power were pulled out of his hands. In just a moment, half of his pure and rich spiritual power was lost, replaced by cactus after cactus squeezing one after another to seal the mountain road.

This strange spiritual plant seed was brought out by Mo Qianli with a strange smile when Liu Qinghuan proposed the idea of ​​blocking the narrow mountain road with trees. I don’t know where he got it from, but it’s just right to use it here.

The Iron Needle Cactus in the front row had just grown, and the Monkey King, who had just lost his hand, could no longer feel the pain of his broken hand, and felt that there was no hope of survival.

If it were a tree, it could climb over it in a few clicks, but how could it climb this cactus, which was covered in thorns?

At this moment, a majestic pink arrow light finally rushed out of the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers and rolled towards this side!

Seeing this, Liu Qinghuan no longer cared about inducing seeds. He used the Pingxu Wind Control Technique and ran wildly out of the mountain road. There was only a roaring sound coming from behind, and dust and smoke were everywhere.

He ran out of the stone path, turned a corner and ran for some distance before he dared to stop.

After waiting for a while, until there was no more noise behind him, Liu Qinghuan flew back.

The exit section of the stone tunnel was only slightly affected. When they reached the place where the iron needle cactus originally grew, the scene made Liu Qinghuan startled.

I saw that a layer of the mountain walls on both sides had been blown away by the incomparable arrows. The soil rolled up on the ground, rocks collapsed, and a huge hole appeared here.

Liu Qinghuan only found a few broken thorns in the soil. As for the dozens of cacti and the Monkey King, they were all annihilated into ashes.

He couldn't help but be speechless: The power of this arrow was simply frightening.

Returning to the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, Liu Qinghuan immediately saw Mo Qianli who was exhausted!

"How is it?" Liu Qinghuan asked with concern.

Mo Qianli sat on the ground with a pale face, his hands trembling with blood. The green long bow fell aside, the bow cracked, obviously ruined.

He seemed to have no strength to even raise his eyelids, and barely uttered a few words: "Hui, Ling, Dan..."

Liu Qinghuan thought for a while, then took out a bottle of monkey wine from the stone jar in the storage bag, raised his head, and poured the wine into his mouth.

When Mo Qianli finally regained his breath, his first words were: "My mother, I almost got sucked dry!"