Jia Quanan's heart was slightly heavy, but He Qing's heart was calm.
After just two fights, he decided that Jia Quanan was definitely not his opponent.
Just the spells in the normal state can match it.
'I'm afraid Jia Quan'an is only practicing the most common kung fu. This kind of kung fu has simple principles. Even at the ninth level of qi refining, he is not strong enough because of the lack of acupoint development. He Qing thought in his heart.
I don't know how many methods have been fused in Juanyue Leijing, and now he has a deep understanding of it.
Although He Qing's mana is mixed, at least the acupoints have been fully developed, almost reaching the limit of the body.
If they are no match against this kind of casual cultivators, they may only end up being chased and beaten when facing sect disciples.
Of course, He Qing's own measurement object is the nine levels of qi refining.
After the heart is settled, He Qing also relaxes slightly, and the whole person is completely immersed in this battle.
The thunder beads flew high in the sky, and the huge mana aura continued to flow out, mixing into the dark clouds in the sky.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Jia Quan'an glanced at He Qing silently for a few times, and then suddenly drew out the sword with a flash of sword light, extremely fast.
The lightning flashed all over He Qing's body non-stop, and finally circulated around his body and turned into a shield.
The electric light in this shield is indefinite, like a dark cloud wrapped in many electric snakes.
Afterwards, several bolts of lightning flashed towards Jia Quan'an's long sword.
After the long sword slashed, his mana suddenly increased sharply, and his speed increased even more.
In the dark night, a figure passed through the rain curtain, and the sword shadow continued, approaching He Qing.
He Qing's magic power surged all over his body, but suddenly he was several feet away.
Jia Quan'an suddenly sneered, and more than a dozen ice picks shot towards Jia's mansion from afar.
After the ice pick, Jia Quanan himself also came over with a sword.
The ingeniousness of this ice cone just blocked He Qing's road in all directions, so he could only deal with Jia Quan'an head-on.
He can naturally resist the ice pick and continue to dodge.
But how can such an approach kill people?
He Qing was facing Jia Quan'an, and for the first time, the mana in his body poured out in front of him, turning into a jumping electric snake with restrained aura.
This is the first time he has used the spirit thunder treasure technique to the extreme.
Where is the strength of this legendary method?
When Jia Quan'an saw that He Qing was facing him directly without dodging, he couldn't help but feel a little joy in his heart.
'It's really juniors who don't understand the pros and cons. '
His long sword Youyou unexpectedly became mysterious and unpredictable at this moment.
The wrist shook slightly, and at this moment it turned into dozens of sword lights and stood forward.
This is the sword cultivation method that Jia Quan'an acquired after giving up most of his family wealth.
Among these dozens of sword lights, Jia Quanan's long sword was hidden in it, ready to move at an opportunity and give He Qing a fatal blow.
However, at this moment, the electric snake completely exploded, and countless electric lights shot out from the restrained aura in an instant, producing great power.
The sword shadow and the electric light merged together.
However, at this moment, Jia Quan'an rushed in abruptly, pointing the long sword at He Qing's heart.
This sword failed!
He flicked his wrist immediately, and slashed upwards.
呲!
The shield on He Qing's body counterattacked automatically, and the electric light followed the long sword, together with the electric snake that had exploded earlier, to fight back.
The shield on Jia Quanan's body was instantly broken.
"Ah!" He screamed, the clothes on his body were torn into pieces, and the exposed skin was already covered with scorched black marks.
Jia Quanan felt a little unbelievable.
He, a monk of the ninth level of qi refining, was actually suppressed in the process of fighting against a monk of the seventh level of qi refining.
How is this possible? !
Could it be that this person is not an ordinary casual cultivator, but a member of a great sect, and what he practices is the ancient skills that have been passed down through the ages.
But this is the reality, and he couldn't help but not believe it.
Gradually, as the dark clouds in the sky gathered more and more, the light rain also seemed to have a tendency to become heavier.
The sound of the soft rain suddenly turned into a clattering sound.
He Qing observed the sky for a while, then suddenly raised his hand slightly, and moved it suddenly.
Thunder poured down, and there was a roar, and the sound shook through the mountains, echoing non-stop.
Jia Quan'an only felt a sense of destruction coming, he suddenly retreated quickly, and took out a magic talisman in his hand.
Activate the magic talisman, and a golden light appeared around him.
Huge thunder and lightning struck down from the dark clouds, and the golden light was only blocked for a moment before it shattered.
Then all the thunder was instilled in Jia Quan'an.
"what!"
The lightning continued to spread on his body, his skin was broken, and his flesh and blood were annihilated and dissipated in the thunder and lightning.
He Qing watched this scene quietly.
After breaking through to the seventh level of Qi Refining, plus the Thunder Spirit Root, the Spirit Thunder Treasure Technique
Now he doesn't even have to use a trick.
This is a legendary spell.
Of course, it is also related to the opponent.
Jia Quan'an is just the weakest casual cultivator in the world of cultivating immortals.
The Ninth Layer of Qi Refining in the small school is stronger, and the Ninth Layer of Qi Refining in the Great School is naturally higher.
There are also genius disciples of each sect.
Even if they are all at the ninth level of Qi refining, there are also strengths and weaknesses.
Looking at Jia Quan'an's broken body, He Qing put away the thunder beads.
He slowly crossed the past and came to Jia's house
Several people were trembling and hiding aside.
He Qing sighed
He didn't want to kill people, but if he didn't kill people, he would be the one who was unlucky in the end.
If you want to blame, blame Jia Quanan's greed, He Qing is just self-defense.
In the rainy night, He Qing looked at the last female cultivator.
This nun is young and has a good figure, and she is wearing a thin shirt at this time.
"Let me go, I have no blood relationship with Jia Quan'an, my lord, let me do whatever you want," the nun said nervously and softly.
In the end, she even took off all the clothes on her body, exposing her body, begging He Qing to let her go.
He Qing naturally knew about Jia's family.
This woman is Jia Quanan's concubine, and they have lived together for seven years.
"Feel sorry."
After the murder, He Qing felt a little heavy, even heavier than when he was fighting fiercely.
His heart is not cold enough.
But He Qing is sensible enough not to leave any potential enemies for himself.
The world of cultivating immortals is so cruel, if there is a trace of mercy, it may be that the disaster of killing one's life in the future will be among them.
Take away all kinds of belongings, and a storage bag can't be filled.
Fortunately, He Qing has also collected several storage bags these days, all of which are hung around his waist.
Under the rain curtain, He Qing gradually walked towards the dark distance, and then sank into the shadows, leaving the rainwater mixed with blood flowing on the ground further and further away.
The thunder that night disturbed many people and did not get a good night's sleep.
Some monks were a little puzzled, it was clear that it was still light rain just now, why the thunder was so loud, it was a little strange.
But some people sensed exactly what happened that night.
Some people even thought to themselves that they were strong enough to barely watch the entire battle from a distance, but it was only because they were disturbed by thunder at night that they couldn't see it clearly enough.