"This woman must not be left alive!" This thought flashed through the minds of the foreign cultivators present at the same time. Otherwise, if they met again on the battlefield in the future, they might not be able to surround this woman with terrifying swordsmanship like this. Once they encountered her alone, they might not be able to hold on!
When Poison Maitreya saw the agile sword light, a trace of fear flashed through his eyes. Although he was charging so fiercely, in fact, he still left some leeway. He didn't really want to fight Luo Qing head-on. After both sides were injured, he would leave the benefits to others. However, there was also an advantage to charging at the front. Once Luo Qing couldn't hold on alone, he could also quickly launch a sure-kill attack!
At this time, he saw several agile sword qi under the cover of the moonlight, rushing towards him at a speed that was almost impossible to be seen by the naked eye. It was obvious that Luo Qing was a little angry with his previous words. At this time, a powerful attack immediately fell on his head. Poison Maitreya couldn't help but be annoyed. He waved his hand, and a large dark red kasaya appeared. Under the shake of Poison Maitreya, the kasaya seemed to have turned dark red waves.
From under the kasaya, a dark red poisonous mist was quietly spat out.
Poison Maitreya laughed sinisterly. Using his kasaya as a cover, the poisonous mist he released poisoned countless opponents.
Luo Qing's beautiful eyebrows slightly raised. Although she hadn't approached Poison Maitreya yet, from under the dark red kasaya, there was a faint nauseating smell that made people want to vomit. With her experience, she could naturally judge that this kasaya must contain something strange. Looking at the huge scorpion snake on his body, he was most likely a poison cultivator. In fact, as a top Foundation Establishment Stage expert in the Southern Wasteland, Poison Maitreya was considered famous among the Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators on both sides after entering the ranking list of Foundation Establishment Stage cultivators in the past few years.
Luo Qing was naturally on guard against Poison Maitreya. She held the sword in her right hand, and a small green gourd appeared in her left palm. The small gourd's mouth was facing Poison Maitreya, and a green light flashed slightly. A huge whirlwind whistled out, and the poisonous mist rolling from the dark red kasaya was blown everywhere by this huge wind. Even the Winged Riders who rushed over from behind, as well as some foreign cultivators whose strength wasn't considered top notch, were affected by the poisonous mist. On the other hand, the other disciples of the Ancient Sword Sect, as well as Luo Kang and the others, didn't charge forward because they wanted to avoid the poison.
"Damn it! Poison Maitreya, what kind of poison did you use? To think that this woman would turn the tables on you." Peak cultivators like Miao Tian and Xiang Tieta were naturally not afraid of the poison. However, the Winged Riders were not as strong as them in terms of combat prowess. This was especially true for the spirit beasts they were riding. After inhaling a portion of the poisonous mist, the spirit beasts they were riding were actually showing signs of exhaustion. The cultivators of the Winged Riders hurriedly put some distance between them and cast spells to blow the poisonous fog away. Some of them took out antidotes and gave them to themselves or their spirit birds. Fortunately, they only breathed in a small amount, so the impact wasn't too great. However, it did stop the momentum of their attack.
Poison Maitreya's eyes also flashed with an awkward look. His poisonous fog naturally had a name. Usually, it would condense and not disperse. However, the small cyan pot in Luo Qing's hand was obviously not an ordinary item.
When he looked at Miao Tian again, Broken Blade and the others had already rushed over. Poison Maitreya was greatly relieved.
Just as he was about to use his means, the previous sword qi had already floated over and hit the dark red monastic robe. Puff puff puff! Several muffled sounds rang out. The monastic robe seemed to be unable to withstand the force. A layer of ripples appeared, but it still didn't show any damage.
Luo Qing's expression turned solemn. She flipped her sword and turned around to attack. Like a fairy guiding the way, an extremely condensed sword qi shot out and hit the dark red monastic robe. The sound of metal and stone colliding rang out.
With a bang, the sword qi pierced a hole in the seemingly indestructible monastic robe.
"How dare you destroy my monastic robe!" Poison Maitreya cried out in heartache and screamed.
The scorpion snake on his body had already disappeared without a trace. At this time, it shot out from the rolling monastic robe and fiercely bit at Luo Qing. She dared to destroy his monastic robe. He wanted this woman in front of him to regret being born into this world.
Luo Qing's big watery eyes were full of coldness. The small cyan gourd in her hand flashed again. This time, a large amount of cold wind mixed with ice shards shot out. The scorpion snake was caught in the middle, and the large amount of venom it spat out was directly frozen. Even the extremely poisonous scorpion snake was frozen. In the blink of an eye, the surface of the scorpion snake was covered with a large amount of ice.
Luo Qing twisted the sword in her hand and cut the scorpion snake into several pieces.
"No!" Poison Maitreya screamed. He didn't expect that the sixth rank scorpion snake he had been raising until now would be so easily killed by this female disciple of the Ancient Sword Sect. It was difficult for even ordinary magic tools to injure the scorpion snake. He didn't expect the opponent's sword to be so sharp. If he had known, he wouldn't have been so rash.
The process of the exchange between the two sides could be described as soul-stirring. In the blink of an eye, Poison Maitreya fell into a disadvantageous position. Miao Tian, who was half a point behind, was also shocked.
"Hand over your life!" Poison Maitreya, who had suffered a heavy loss, shouted. He reached out and pulled back the dark red monastic robe. He wrapped it around his body. His body seemed to be filled with air, and the monastic robe was pushed up.
Poison Maitreya hid in it and fiercely charged at Luo Qing.
Clang clang …
Luo Qing's expression didn't change as she slashed out several times. Poison Maitreya was also very powerful. If it weren't for the Icy Wind Treasure Gourd bestowed by Master, it wouldn't have been easy to suppress this person.
However, she had used the Icy Wind Treasure Gourd several times and didn't have much spiritual power left. She had to recover before she could use such a powerful killing move again.
Luo Qing put away the Icy Wind Treasure Gourd and waved the sword in her hand. She repelled the somewhat hysterical Poison Maitreya several times and was about to pierce the annoying dark red monastic robe with her sword again. A terrifying Saber Qi and a coiling Flying Serpent attacked.
While Luo Qing was slightly shocked, she also sighed softly. She had fought many battles along the way and consumed a lot of her spiritual power. Now that she had encountered so many powerful enemies, all of whom were top Foundation Establishment Cultivators, even she would find it difficult to continue.
However, even if she died, she would drag one or two down with her.
"Moon Sealing Style!" Luo Qing shouted. A sword light soared into the sky and exploded in the air, turning into countless black shadows that enveloped the area within a radius of several hundred feet.
The flowing moonlight appeared from the sword in her hand. Within a radius of several hundred feet, only the shadows of green dresses could be seen.
The snake woman's flying snake was repelled by the sword, and Miao Tian's terrifying saber was also dodged by Luo Qing at an extremely strange angle.
Clang clang …
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