Chapter 533 (1/2)

In the dense forest in the northwest of Linhai County, the children of the Zhou family fled in a hurry, as if they had completely lost their square inch.

Not far behind them, five or six adult members of the Zhou family are fighting with a friar in the early days of foundation construction with a hasty battle array.

Among the five or six Zhou family friars, the one with the highest cultivation level was only eight layers of Qi practice. Two of them were only in the middle of Qi practice, but they stubbornly dragged a masked friar in the early stage of foundation construction with their poor cultivation level.

If there were an array mage here, it would be found that the five or six Zhou family Qi friars have formed a mysterious array.

This array superimposed the spiritual power of the five or six friars of the Zhou family, which gave them the power to compete with the friars in the early days of foundation construction.

However, the cultivation of friar Zhou, who is in charge of the array, is too weak after all. It is difficult to give full play to the 100% power of this Taoist army array.

Under the constant attack of the friar in the early days of foundation construction, the five or six friars of the Zhou family had begun to resist.

In a weed depression not far from the battlefield, the only surviving monk of the Zhou family, Zhou Yuanqing, is engaged in a fierce battle of life and death with another masked man.

At this time, Zhou Yuanqing held a third-order best spirit sword with strong spiritual power fluctuation and stared at the masked monk.

The breath emitted from the other party seemed extremely powerful, which brought him a heavy sense of authority. Obviously, the accomplishments of the masked friar in front of him were much higher than him.

”The Zhou family is worthy of being one of the best families in Jiangmin county. They can have a third-class spiritual weapon in the middle of building the foundation. They really envy me.”

A low, hoarse voice came out of the masked Friar's mouth.

After hearing this, Zhou Yuanqing looked gloomy, but he said with luck:

”Senior, could you please give me a way to live for the Zhou family.

As long as the elder can let me go, my Zhou family is willing to pay some price, including the third-class spirit sword in the younger generation's hand. ”

”Jie Jie ~”

”If I guessed right, you should have more than half of the wealth in your treasure house in your storage bag!”

”In that case, as long as I kill you, these treasures are not all my own!”

The masked friar couldn't help laughing, looking like he was bound to win.

After listening to the other party's words, Zhou Yuanqing couldn't help holding the spirit sword in his hand, and roared with a ferocious color on his face:

”In that case, don't blame Zhou's blood drinking sword for not recognizing people!”

”Jie Jie ~ the third-order top-grade spirit weapon is very powerful, but no matter how good it is, it also depends on the strength of the user. This baby is better than the third-order top-grade spirit weapon in your hand.”

The masked friar laughed again, looking rather distressed.

However, although he said so, his eyes showed fear, which was obviously not as easy as he said.

On the other hand, as Zhou Yuanqing spared no effort to inject his spiritual power into the third-order best spiritual sword, the red sword glittered with an extremely dazzling sword light.

In the twinkling of an eye, a sharp sword with a length of several Zhang fell from the sky and cleaved at the masked monk with a lightning speed!

Seeing that the sword was splitting towards him, the masked monk didn't dare to be careless. His body quickly retreated and flashed away, and then the moon wheel in his hand turned into a residual shadow against the sword.

”Boom ~”

The sword with a length of several feet collided violently with the moon wheel, which aroused a strong wave of spiritual power.

Zhou Yuanqing and the masked monk were shocked back by the fluctuation of spiritual power.

”Poof ~”

Zhou Yuanqing spewed out a mouthful of black blood again, and his face was extremely ugly.

Seeing this scene, the masked monk showed a sneer on his face, waved his sleeve, and a silver light flew away at Zhou Yuanqing.

Zhou Yuanqing suppressed the injury in his body, forcibly waved the spirit sword in his hand, and guarded him with fierce sword Qi.

”With your seriously injured body, you can give full play to the power of this best spirit weapon!”