Boom!
The golden tiger's golden light fiercely bombarded the woman's body. The huge explosion and impact force sent the woman flying more than ten meters away. However, it seemed that the golden tiger could not escape from the sword light. Just as the sword light was about to cut the golden tiger's body, a pitch-black shield suddenly appeared in front of it and blocked the bombardment of the sword light.
Although the black shield was shattered by the sword light in an instant, the golden tiger had seized the opportunity to escape.
"Master, why did you save the golden tiger?"
The Young Monk Dan Ling was very puzzled by Qin Lang's actions. "You should have followed my method to capture it. As long as you use the blood of hundreds of creatures or poisonous insects to make a simple blood talisman and attack it when it is unprepared, or stick it on its body, it will not be able to escape. This is a natural spiritual treasure, and you actually let it go? "
"I am not a cultivator, why would I need a spiritual treasure?"
Qin Lang said, "Moreover, this golden tiger is a spirit born from the spiritual energy of heaven and earth. It would be a pity to kill it or refine it into a spiritual treasure. Well, this is not a place to stay for long. I will leave first, lest that cultivator from just now trouble me. "
In fact, originally, Qin Lang was not so noble. He was a bit interested in the golden tiger, but his intuition told him that he could not hurt it. Moreover, he really did not want to refine a spiritual treasure. He was only curious about the golden tiger and did not want to rob it. Therefore, Qin Lang made this choice.
However, Qin Lang did not know that this would cause trouble.
"Want to leave? Too late! You damned ant! "
A resentful voice sounded in the forest. Needless to say, it was the voice of the woman in the feather robe.
Qin Lang did not escape immediately. Instead, he turned around and looked at the woman in the feather robe. The woman looked to be in her twenties. She was very pretty, but her eyes were full of resentment and murderous intent. She looked like an evil witch. The woman held an ancient sword in her hand and slowly walked toward Qin Lang. However, Qin Lang felt that his body seemed to be imprisoned by an invisible force. His whole body was shrouded in an unknown danger.
What he feared had really happened. Although he had heard the word "cultivator" from the Young Monk Dan Ling and the Black Water Jiao Wang, Qin Lang did not think that cultivators were still wandering in this world. Because the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had dried up, even the Black Water Jiao Wang had gone to the world of cultivators. Therefore, Qin Lang did not think that cultivators would appear in this so-called abandoned "secular world". However, he did not expect that in this dark mountain, Qin Lang would meet a real cultivator.
"Miss, I don't think there is any deep hatred between us, right?"
Qin Lang tried to solve the problem in a calm way. After all, it was the golden tiger cub that hurt the woman in the feather robe, not him. He was just helping the golden tiger cub escape.
"Yes, there is no deep hatred between us. However, in my eyes, a secular cultivator like you is just like an ant. I don't need any hatred to kill an ant. It just depends on my mood. You stopped me from taking that spirit treasure. That alone is enough to kill you. "The woman in the feather robe said rudely.
"Do you have to kill me?" Qin Lang tried to buy some time. He had no experience in fighting against cultivators, so he needed time to plan.
The woman in the feather robe did not give Qin Lang more time. She made a sword spell with her right hand, and a long sword suddenly shot toward Qin Lang's chest like lightning.
"Flying sword!"
Qin Lang could not help but exclaim in his heart. Sure enough, the legends were true. Cultivators could indeed fly on a flying sword and kill people with it. This flying sword was really faster than lightning and could kill people without leaving a trace. No wonder the woman in the feather robe did not take Qin Lang seriously at all.
The flying sword was unbelievably fast. It reached Qin Lang's chest in the blink of an eye. There was no time to dodge. With a clang, the flying sword had already pierced into Qin Lang's Protective Aura Shield.
It should be known that Qin Lang's Protective Aura Shield was far stronger than that of others. Even Connecting Heaven experts were not as strong as Qin Lang. This was because Qin Lang had already connected 73 dantians in his body. The quality of his Protective Aura Shield was simply too strong. But even so, his Protective Aura Shield could not resist the flying sword of the woman in the feather robe. Seeing that the flying sword was about to pierce his chest, Qin Lang miraculously pinched the body of the flying sword with three fingers like a praying mantis, stopping it from moving any further. But before Qin Lang could rejoice, the flying sword suddenly shrank. Qin Lang felt that there was nothing between his fingers. Then, he saw a burst of light, and the sky was filled with sword lights. These sword lights carried a piercingly cold Sword Qi. It was impossible to tell which one was the real flying sword. Perhaps each sword light was a flying sword because each sword light was so sharp and terrifying.
The legendary cultivators were really hard to deal with. The sky full of sword lights almost enveloped Qin Lang from head to toe, leaving him no space to escape. At this critical moment, Qin Lang raised his mental strength to the extreme, suppressing the fear and panic in his heart. His body and mind entered the subtle state of "heart as clear as a mirror, body as light as a bodhi". With the help of the second spiritual world, he clearly grasped the flight trajectory of these sword lights. Suddenly, in Qin Lang's eyes, these sword lights seemed to have become 'slow'. At the moment when the sword lights were about to hit him, Qin Lang displayed the Snake Hundred Changes movement technique, wandering between the gaps of the flying sword lights, and narrowly avoided the hundreds of sword lights.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Countless sword lights pierced through the big tree trunks around Qin Lang's body as easily as cutting tofu.
After avoiding this blow, Qin Lang felt relieved. At the same time, he gave up the idea of escaping. After successfully avoiding the attack, Qin Lang suddenly realized that cultivators were not deities after all, and they were not omnipotent. They were just another kind of cultivators. They were essentially no different from those who practiced superpower, martial arts, and witchcraft. The only difference was that their methods of cultivation were different, or more advanced. Before, Qin Lang was a bit scared and nervous because he thought that cultivators were omnipotent and superior. That was why he lost the initiative in front of the woman in the feather dress. Of course, the other reason was the Black Water Jiao King. Qin Lang learned about the existence of cultivators for the first time through it, and he was traumatized by it. However, at this moment, after facing a real cultivator, Qin Lang suddenly realized that emotions such as fear and nervousness would not only not save his life, but would only put him in danger. After that, Qin Lang no longer had any fear for cultivators in his heart.
Meeting on a narrow path, the braver one wins!
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