Chapter 1980: Borer Thorn
The man in yellow robe wanted to say something more, but the big-headed man next to him interrupted him with a cold snort and said: "Why are you nagging a dying man like him? We have other things to do, so don't delay."
The big-headed man spoke, but the others did not dare to say anything more, so the four of them each took a step forward, preparing to attack Qingyang. Although the two of the four of them were at the ninth level of the golden elixir and the two at the eighth level of the golden elixir, they were not as good as Qingyang showed a high level of cultivation, but they also saw that Qingyang's meridians were damaged, his true energy was weak, and his 100% strength could not be used at 50%. It was still very easy to deal with, not to mention the boss of the third level of Nascent Soul. They were still raiding the formation nearby, so the four of them had a chance to win this battle.
As for Qingyang, although he didn't ask for more detailed information, he also figured out the general situation. The five people in front of him were from the Boer Clan. They lived in the nearby Cangmu City and were in competition with the human race. Now they met a single person. Qingyang, a human cultivator, was ready to attack him.
Although the Qingyang meridian is damaged and many methods cannot be used, there is still no problem in dealing with these golden elixir monks, and he also has many hidden methods, but those are his own trump cards. If possible, he should not use them as much as possible, so why not use them first? Try what means these floating people have. If these people keep getting entangled and refuse to give up, then use the trump card in your hand to deal with them.
Before Qingyang was ready, several people over there had already launched an attack, and a yellow afterimage flashed past. The man in yellow robe had already rushed to Qingyang, even faster than the early Nascent Soul in other places. The monks are a few points faster. Fortunately, Qingyang is a god-forming monk. Although his body functions have declined significantly after being injured, he still retains most of his original reaction ability. The man in yellow robe opened a certain distance.
But the yellow-robed man's methods didn't stop there. With a wave of his hand, several yellow shadows stabbed towards Qingyang. Qingyang's meridians were damaged and the real energy was blocked, so the magic weapon could not be used. In desperation, he could only He could take out a few solid stones from his arms and smash them against the yellow shadows.
Solid stone is a low-level weapon-refining material. Its value is not very high, but its biggest feature is its hardness. It is often used to refine heavy magic weapons such as mountains, stones, and hammers. It is used in large quantities. Now it is thrown away by Qingyang. It can actually play some role in blocking those yellow shadows.
Qingyang didn't just throw it away casually, but used the strength of the golden elixir body refining monk to smash it. Then he heard several harsh and loud noises, the solid original stone was shattered, and the yellow shadows paused and continued to stab. To Qingyang. But Qingyang is not worried, because there is still a layer of green lotus armor on the outside of his body. Although it cannot be stimulated with true energy, it has the foundation of Lingbao. The man in yellow robe has already lost most of his power by those solid original stones. It's really not easy to hurt him with an attack.
Sure enough, after those yellow shadows hit Qingyang, they only aroused a few green rays of light, and then fell to the ground, without causing the slightest harm to Qingyang.
Seeing this situation, the yellow man suddenly looked shocked. These yellow lights were several yellow Emei thorns, made of special materials. If they were hit, the Yuanying monk would also be injured. Although the Emei thorns were hit by those few Emei thorns, The solid stone blocked it, and its power was reduced a bit, but it shouldn't have even hurt the opponent's skin. How could this body-refining monk's defense be so powerful?
While the yellow man was shocked, the other three people also launched attacks on Qingyang one after another. Their methods were different, but the difference in power was not very big. Although Qingyang was unable to use many methods due to the damage to his meridians, he I can barely cope with the combination of elimination and beating.
Qingyang made a rough estimate and found that although these floating tribes were small in size, their strength was not bad. Compared with the same-level monks from Gufeng Continent and Duckweed Continent, they were even slightly stronger. The spiritual world is huge and has countless races. The floating race in a corner has such a foundation. The monks of the same level from other races will definitely be stronger. Qingyang's ability to cross-level challenges may be greatly reduced.
The two sides went back and forth, and in the blink of an eye, several rounds passed, and neither side could do anything to the other. Seeing that several of his subordinates were still unable to defeat Qingyang, and that if they delayed it any longer, they might be in trouble, the big-headed man finally couldn't sit still, and became angry. Said: "What do you do for a living? It's been so long and you can't even take down an injured Jindan Body Refining cultivator? Do you still need me to do it myself?"
Seeing that the leader was angry, several people did not dare to hesitate anymore and used their trump cards one after another. Then they saw the top of the man in yellow robe suddenly light up, and a yellow light shot Qingyang. This is not the Emei thorn that was refined the day before, but his special skill, the Borer thorn. Not only is it twice as fast, it is also surprisingly powerful. It is also highly poisonous. If it is stabbed, it will be transformed into a god. Hard to survive.
At the same time, the old man in green waved his sleeves, and two invisible sound waves came towards Qingyang from both sides. This sound wave carried a special kind of fluctuation, which gave people a splitting headache. The spiritual thoughts will also intermittent with the frequency of the sound waves, making it almost impossible to use the means of spiritual thoughts.
The young man in black next to him fanned his feather fan a few times, and suddenly a heavy fog filled the sky. This fog was no ordinary fog. It not only blocked the line of sight, but also blocked the monks' spiritual thoughts. If they were accidentally inhaled, When he is confused, his reaction speed will be a little slower.
The last one was the woman in the green dress. She opened her mouth and a large ball of silk net suddenly appeared in the sky, covering Qingyang. The silk net was extremely tough, and it was difficult for Yuanying cultivators to cut it. Moreover, the silk net had a special stickiness. Once it was covered, it would shrink tighter and tighter, and it was impossible to break free. At the same time, it strangled the cultivator so that his whole body was sore and he had no power to resist.
In order to deal with Qingyang, the four of them also risked their lives and used their life skills. Usually, let alone dealing with injured Jindan cultivators, even Yuanying cultivators would find it difficult to resist. Fortunately, Qingyang was just a Huashen cultivator who was injured and pretended to be Jindan. His knowledge and reaction were not comparable to those of ordinary Jindan cultivators. Seeing that countless attacks were about to come, he quickly used his means to deal with them one by one.
After a series of loud bangs, Qingyang was submerged in the smoke. After all, Qingyang was an injured man and could not use most of his means. Facing so many powerful attacks at once, he was inevitably a little flustered. Even if his mind could react, his body might not be able to keep up. So Qingyang successively resolved the attacks of the old man in green, the young man in black, and the woman in green skirt, but could not withstand the attack of the man in yellow robe. He was nailed on the right arm by the moth thorn, and his arm swelled up instantly.