The strongest talent

Far behind, the five evolvers of the fifth group of the second team all saw the fighter jets exploding in the sky, their faces filled with anger, and their eyes slightly filled with surprise.

"What was that just now? I only saw a dark red light." As the team leader, the thick-browed young man 'A Yong' turned to look at the elementalist wearing night vision goggles while running: "Did you see clear?"

The elementalist shook his head slightly, kept running at the maximum speed, and said in a deep voice: "The kid just shot too fast. It should be some kind of psychic weapon. It can easily break B-grade alloy. It should reach A-grade quality, or higher. .”

The other three team members were stunned for a moment.

A-level cold weapons are very rare in the market and can be said to be priceless. Even in their five-person combat team, only the alloy sword in the hands of captain A Yong can reach A-level, and it is still "barely reached". It's not because A-level weapons are so expensive, but because evolvers need to use beast crystals for training after reaching the fourth level, and most A-level weapons need to be inlaid with beast crystals.

Beast crystal is so rare!

Jingle bell bell bell…

After a rapid reminder ringing, the smart watch on Ayong's left wrist directly turned on the forced communication mode. The voice of the person in charge of the operation, the sixth-level grandmaster, came out very clearly from the smart watch, which contained anger: "Just now. Wasn't the shuttle exploding? The fire was shining in the sky, and I could see it from here! I ordered that this kid be captured alive at all costs, and he must not be allowed to escape!"

"Yes!" A Yong's expression changed and he quickly responded: "I promise to complete the mission!"

Just as the communication was cut off, the elementalist next to him suddenly spoke: "Team leader, that kid is rushing over."

More than a thousand meters away, Yuan Qing was carrying Qiqi on his back, holding the Blood Tiger Sword tightly in his left hand and the alloy sword in his right hand. His legs were crossed so fast that he almost became a shadow, and he was charging head-on. His whole body was shrouded in silver light, and he held up a spiritual shield. He held his left hand empty, and the palm of his hand did not come into contact with the Blood Tiger Sword. The spiritual sword in his mind kept vibrating, maintaining a close connection with the spiritual sword body inside the Blood Tiger Sword. !

"Running away like crazy, maybe we won't catch up, but he actually dares to charge up. He's looking for death!" A Yong's face turned cold, and he shouted in a low voice: "Follow me!"

Whoosh whoosh!

The five people sprinted towards Yuan Qing. The A-grade alloy sword in A Yong's hand was covered with a layer of rich zhenqi and turned into a light golden color. As A Yong ran, it made a "chi chi" sound in the air; the other two The spiritual warriors specializing in cold weapons protected a sniper and the elementalist respectively. The sniper raised the B-level Vulcan gun in his hand while running, and the bullets were filled with spiritual energy and began to aim quickly.

The fourth-level early stage elementalist also moved very quickly, holding a small tornado in each hand. He actually had the extremely rare wind attribute.

"Seven hundred meters, six hundred meters..." In Yuan Qing's mind, Zhinao's voice kept ringing: "Five hundred meters, four hundred meters... Yuan Qing, the distance is three hundred meters away, you can take action!"

Yuan Qing's eyes were tightly squinted, and the depth of his pupils shone with the silver light unique to psychic energy. He did not take action immediately, but continued to charge forward a few steps, closing the distance to about 200 meters, and then shouted in a low voice: "die!"

Uh-huh!

From the palm of Yuan Qing's left palm, the Blood Tiger Sword suddenly shot out. The surface of the black-red sword body shone with a faint blue electric light, drawing an extremely vague straight line in the air, and rushed towards the throat of the elemental master; At the same time, Yuan Qing's body suddenly rotated, and the alloy sword switched from his right hand to his left hand. His right arm suddenly shook, and he released a spiritual sword energy... Far beyond the training concept of today's warriors on earth, with the secret method of "punching like a sword" Achieve the union of your own psychic powers and unleash a powerful weapon!

"That's..." Ayong's heart trembled as he was running at the front. He only saw a dark red stream of light passing by him. The strong wind it brought was like a blade, and his cheeks were sore. The Blood Tiger Sword was almost tight. It flew past A Yong's shoulder and easily pierced the alloy sword in the hand of a spiritual warrior, then penetrated his neck and penetrated the throat of the elementalist behind him.

Moreover, the momentum of the Blood Tiger Sword still did not stop. It rushed out from the elementalist's neck, made a big circle in the air, and continued to stab Ayong in the back.

Almost at the same time, the spiritual sword energy released by Yuan Qing also hit another spiritual warrior, tearing him and the sniper behind him to pieces in an instant. There was no time to react, but the small tornado in the hands of the elemental master failed to move!

"Quick, too fast!" Ayong's heart couldn't help but tremble, and the hairs all over his body stood on end.

At this moment, Yuan Qing's body formed a high-speed rotation posture, and he directly performed the most powerful sword, the thirty-sixth style of the Emperor Wu Sword - Waves to the Sky!

He ran, sprinted, and spun. His left foot suddenly kicked off the ground, and his body left the ground in a parallel position. The alloy sword in his hand continued to swing out from bottom to top, stirring up a lot of excitement. The snow, along with the hail-like blizzard, formed a white spiral sword light and chopped directly into Ayong's chest!

"What level of spiritual warrior are you, and what kind of sword technique is this?!" Ayong gritted his teeth tightly. As a fifth-level fighter, he suppressed the shock in his heart and responded quickly, holding A with both hands. The super-alloy battle knife crashed down in the face of the snowy sword light.

laugh!

A sharp tearing sound sounded, and the B-grade alloy sword in Yuan Qing's hand was easily cut off by A Yong. However, the remaining half of the short sword still passed through A Yong's arm like lightning, tearing open his infuriating shield. It passed by his right forearm.

At this moment, half of Ayong's little arm began to fall, and hot blood gushed out from the broken arm like spring water. Ayong shrank his body like a conditioned reflex, and his left hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out a message, and he suddenly snatched the alloy held by his right hand. The sword is about to be swung a second time.

"You're too slow!" Behind A Yong, Yuan Qing's charge had stopped. The blood tiger sword that had killed two people had flown back. It flew past Yuan Qing's body and penetrated A Yong's back heart. With a canopy of hot blood, it flew out from his chest with a "chi" sound; it penetrated from front to back, leaving a bloody and ferocious transparent hole.

A Yong stopped swinging the knife and looked down at the wound on his chest. His eyes showed desperate shock. The breath of life quickly declined with the flow of blood. His lips could not help but tremble: "This, this It’s sword-wielding, which can only be done by sixth-level spiritual warriors. You, you are the master... No, no, you are not!"

"You can't guess." Yuan Qing's eyes were cold, and he threw away the broken alloy sword. With a thought, he recalled the Blood Tiger Sword into his hand and swung it out casually.

Uh-huh!

A blood line appeared on A Yong's neck, and his head fell to the ground with a bang - the fifth-level early stage fighter died.

"Yuan Qing, well done!" In Yuan Qing's mind, Zhinao's voice revealed deep excitement: "This is the perfect result of your three months of training in the danger zone. You spent a total of 4.6 seconds on the battle just now. , killing a fifth-level fighter, three fourth-level spiritual warriors, and a fourth-level elemental master across levels... Yuan Qing, as the heir of Wuyuan Star Civilization, I can declare now that you are fully qualified!"

Yuan Qing slowly shook his head.

This battle is mainly about "surprise". Sword control, spiritual sword energy, Emperor Wu sword, Emperor Emperor sword...each of them is a super powerful method far beyond the same level. If they were prepared, they might not be killed so easily.

"That sixth-level grandmaster may chase him at any time, and we must leave immediately... My alloy sword is broken, use his." Yuan Qing picked up A Yong's alloy sword and did not look for anything else from their corpses. With the loot in hand, he only glanced back at the trading valley in the distance, and then ran wildly towards the dense forest ahead.

Under the quilt behind Yuan Qing, the little girl Qiqi's face turned green and white, as if she was trying desperately to endure something. Her two little noses opened and closed, making a very uncomfortable muffled sound.

"Qiqi, I'm sorry." Yuan Qing ran as fast as he could and looked back at Qiqi, apologetically.

The dizziness caused by the high-speed rotation of the Emperor Wu sword is very strong, and Yuan Qing can easily bear it. Although Qiqi is also an evolver, she has not even reached the first level. She can't stand this kind of dizziness, and it is already remarkable that she can hold back without vomiting. .

Qiqi forced a smile and didn't speak - she didn't dare to open her mouth, she would vomit if she opened her mouth.

"Don't worry, the wind and snow are very heavy now. Our footprints will soon be covered by the heavy snow, and they won't be able to catch up for a while." Yuan Qing continued to run in the snowstorm, constantly comforting Qiqi: "Lie down with me neck to avoid frostbite.”

Qiqi was very obedient, pressing her forehead tightly against the back of Yuan Qing's neck, feeling the hot body temperature of this big brother, and the panic in her heart slowly subsided - not long after, Qiqi actually closed her eyes, and her face looked much better. There was a slight sound of deep sleep.

"Yesterday afternoon, I made a snowman and had a snowball fight. He is only five or six years old. This child is exhausted." Yuan Qing felt slightly distressed, but immediately cheered up and communicated with Zhinao in his heart: "Help me check the map and find a safe place. Put Qiqi down first... I want to go back to the Trading Valley again."

Zhinao's voice was obviously a little surprised: "There is a sixth-level master there. You have no hope. If you go back, you will die. I don't agree! Even if you want to verify the results of these three months of cultivation, you have already verified it just now. I am very satisfied." "

"No." Yuan Qing shook his head slowly and narrowed his eyes slightly: "I have to figure out why they want to sneak attack. Maybe someone will survive - of course, this possibility is very small, but I have to take a look, otherwise I feel uneasy. And without Qiqi, I can hide in the laboratory at any time without risking my life."

After getting along for such a long time, Zhinao has already understood Yuan Qing's character. Since he said this, his mind has been made up and will never be changed.

"The map shows that there is a hill at two o'clock in the front left. You can split the cave and hide Qiqi there." Zhinao searched the map and gave precise guidance. At the same time, he reminded: "Yuan Qing, you can return to the valley, but you can't. You are too anxious. You just ran and fought and consumed too much spiritual energy. Return to your peak state before starting to act."

Yuan Qing was silent for a while and whispered: "Okay."