Chapter 6171: Poor cloud

Ye Qian did not care about Song Bingyan. He was the first real use of the ancient sword to fight against the enemy. This ancient knife, which is derived from the ancient monuments, is actually a very coincidence.
Ye Qian originally wanted to find something related to the gods and gods. I didn't expect it, but I was surprised to know that God is probably one of the nine Promise. In the end, Ye Qian grabbed one of them and it was this ancient knife.
This ancient knives should be comparable to the weapons used by the seven-level powerhouses. Ye Qian is in his hands, and he is barely able to exert the power of 70% or 80%. But this is completely enough. Even if Ye Qian does not use the killer at the bottom of the box, he can deal with the six practitioners with only a few common tricks.
Now, killing these black blood-sucking mosquitoes can be said to be really a chicken knife. The gradual use of Ye Qian is also slowly merging with the ancient sword. After killing half of it, Ye Qian is already very familiar with the nature of the ancient knife, and it is easy to use.
A good magic weapon is also extremely spiritual. When it is matched with the master, the power exerted is even stronger. Ye Qian is like this now. The ancient knife in his hand is like a mountain like water. If every knife is thrown out, there will be a large number of blood mosquitoes falling.
On the other hand, Song Bingyan, on the other side, is gradually pale. The strange smell of black mosquitoes does not smell very disgusting, and it does not look very stinky. However, it is very corrosive to the human body, especially the spiritual power, which can make people's spiritual power. The loss is three times or more than usual.
Why can a thousand black blood-sucking mosquitoes kill and kill a cultivator? That is because, when the smell of black-skinned mosquitoes appears, the savvy practitioners under the scent will not be able to withstand this odor for a long time, and will soon be exhausted by the corrosive spirit. At that time, a savvy cultivator, like a black-sucking mosquito, had no resistance as a pig to be slaughtered.
Although it is said that Song Bingyan, who is a six-pointer, has a much stronger resistance to the eccentric smell of black-sucking mosquitoes, but he can’t stand the hundreds of thousands of black-skinned mosquitoes...
After about half a quarter of an hour, Ye Qian’s side is killing more and more smoothly. The fit with the ancient knife is more and more proficient, a knife is waving, and the knife-like knives flash, and a black mosquito is crushed in the air. . Not only that, but Ye Qian’s every knife is progressing, even if it is only a trace of it, but his power is indeed progressing. At the beginning, hundreds of kills can be killed, but now there are as many as one or two thousand.
At this speed, one person removes this black-skinned mosquito, and it is not a problem.
Finally, Ye Qian’s eyes are empty, and there are no more black mosquitoes that can fly in the sky. Ye Qian breathed a sigh of relief. The smell of the black mosquitoes was not stinking, but it was uncomfortable to smell too much.
He turned his head and looked at it, but it was a glimpse. It turned out that he was opposite, and Song Bingzhen seemed to be a bit embarrassed at the moment. Hundreds of thousands of black-water mosquitoes, together with Ye Qian, cut off from the middle, half of one person, this is the speed of competition, whoever is the first to kill is naturally winning.
It seems now that Ye Qian’s victory is inevitable. He has finished killing here, but Song Bingyan has estimated that there is still a three or five thousand.
Moreover, not only is the speed slow, Song Bingyan is far less than Ye Qian, and now it is beginning to go downhill. In the hands of the sturdy long Shu fan waving, there is no smell of a little elegant, very certain, he gives the feeling is completely holding a fan to catch mosquitoes ... it is quite in line with the scene.
"Damn! How could the kid be faster than me?!" Song Bingyan was angry and angry, and very embarrassed. Because people have a glimpse of the middle of the five-year period, they have already solved those black-skinned mosquitoes, but not only did he not kill him here, but he was already unable to do so, and he was in trouble.
At this moment, the spiritual power in Song Bing's body is already ten. In other words, he now has less than one-tenth of the spiritual power, and this spiritual power is still falling at a horrible rate. The black-skinned mosquitoes in front of him also had a number of two or three hundred thousand at the beginning. Now they are almost killed, but there is only one tenth of them, but there are also two or three thousand.
However, the two or three thousand Song Bingzhen now face it, but it is more difficult than the initial face of two or three hundred thousand!
Finally, Song Bing's spiritual power in the body has already bottomed out. He screamed in anger, and his body fell to the ground, and even supporting his body in the air could not be done.
Ye Qian smiled and said: "Song Gongzi, can you help me?" Anyway, this guy has turned his face. With Song Bingzhen's proud attitude, there is no possibility of reconciling into a friend. Therefore, Ye Qian will not let go of the opportunity to fall into the stone.
Song Bingyan’s face is like the bottom of the pot. He ignored Ye Qian. Now, he is already a loser. Ye Qian, who is in the face of the winner, can only be more embarrassing. He said nothing, took out a medicinal herb and swallowed it. This is a medicinal medicine that he usually can't bear to eat. It is the best medicine for restoring spiritual power. One can go on in a very short period of time. Restore the full body of spiritual power.
If you are killing with life, or encountering other sinister dangers, after the exhaustion of spiritual power, as long as you take a second to swallow one, you will be able to relive your life. Such precious medicinal herbs are almost equivalent to a kind of killer. Song Bingzhen is reluctant to eat, but now he does not care much. After swallowing, the spiritual power in the body suddenly soars.
However, let Song Bingyan have some distressed liver pain, such a superb drug, but at the moment did not play its full role. It’s just less than half the spiritual power... And even the spiritual power that has just recovered is slowly decaying at a speed visible to the naked eye!
Song Bingyan is in a hurry, but this is enough. After recovering the spiritual power, his offensive suddenly became fierce. The black-skinned mosquitoes in front of him began to fall or shatter. After a few minutes, the black-skinned mosquitoes in the sky finally disappeared.
This quirky monster is also a peculiar variety. It is clearly being massacred, but no one flies away. Moths are just like this.
Ye Qian saw no black mosquitoes, shrugged his shoulders and landed on the ground. It looked like a relaxed appearance, as if he had never experienced anything to kill, as if he was going out for a cup of tea.
On the other hand, Song Bingyan, but in a wolf, panting, the state of the whole person, if using an adjective, it is a gray face...
If you stand up, you don’t have to say anything more. Ye Qian is not only more relaxed, but also solves the black mosquitoes more quickly, and is almost at the peak. But what about Song Bing? When Ye Qian took the lead in killing half of the black-sucking mosquitoes, Song Bingyu had already lost, not to mention, he finally took the remedy.
Suppose there is no such drug, assuming no one is helping, Song Bingzhen is probably dead.
Everyone is a little silent. Ye Qian, a young man, seems to have countless mysterious places, so that you can't see him at any time. You see that he is young, but he did not expect him to refine eight grades of medicinal herbs. You question his practical ability, and after his actual combat ability broke out, it often makes you stunned!
Looking at the middle of the five-fold period, but under the same environment, the victory is six-pointed, and it is still known as the young master of the thirteenth Xianlian, the pride of the sky, in front of Ye Qian, but compared to the difference Cloud mud.
"Cough, but unfortunately..." Ye Qian suddenly sighed.
There is a young man next to him who came from the broken cloud city with Ye Qian. From the city of Broken Cloud, because of the words of Chu Zhao, they were very dissatisfied with Ye Qian at the beginning. However, with Ye Qian's various strong performances, they are now deeply impressed by Ye Qian. At this moment, seeing Ye Qianming Ming killed the black-sucking mosquitoes, but also won the victory of the test, but still shaking his head and sighing, he could not help but wonder: "Master Ye, what a pity?"
"It's a pity... I just said that I had to forget something to do when I tried it." Ye Qian shrugged his shoulders.
"Ah...hehe..." The young man suddenly didn't know what to pick up. He could only laugh a few times. After all, Ye Qian’s statement is to provoke Song Bingyan’s. If he accepts the words, he will offend Song Bingyan whatever he says. Although the identity of this young man is not bad, but it is still too far worse than Song Bingzhen, naturally he dare not offend.
"Color head? What do you want, as long as Song can get it, it will be given to you!" Song Bingyu did not lose, but this time it was also mad, cold and cold: "The black mosquito is very strange, distributed The scent can quickly erode the power of the spirit, which is not really a real combat ability!"
The meaning of Song Bingyan is very simple. The reason why you can be more powerful than me is to kill black mosquitoes easily. It is because black mosquitoes have a strange taste. I have no way to deal with it, but you should have the ability to immunize or resist the smell of the spell.
Ye Qian snorted and was about to say something again. Wei Cheng, who was on the side, quickly hit the round. He laughed and said: "The two are the pride of the sky. It really makes me wait for an eye-opener. Ye Master is slightly better. Dan Wu Shuangju, really admire people... However, now the black mosquito has been solved, and the poor is not alarmed. This is a good time not to be missed. Let’s hurry up! Otherwise, what happens again? Other things are not good."
Ye Qian did not blindly stalk, this Song Bingyan really does not know... Ye Qian will definitely fulfill the promise, so that he can not get out of this black water mountain! Now that the people of Duobao are playing round, Ye Qian just sneered.