But he didn't think much about it. After all, his cultivation was one level higher than the person in front of him, so he was stronger anyway.
The young man pointed at his inferior magic weapon, and the scimitar turned in the air and quickly flew towards Su Ziyan.
Su Ziyan controlled his flying sword to resist continuously but gradually he felt powerless and could no longer withstand the young man's attack.
Su Ziyan's heart tightened, but he was not afraid. Taking advantage of an opportunity, he put away his flying sword.
Then he slapped his storage bag, took out three talismans, threw them into the air, and shot three streams of magic power into the talismans. The three talismans immediately flashed and turned into three yellow light shields, protecting Su Ziyan inside.
The scimitar had already arrived in front of Su Ziyan. With a clang, the scimitar magic weapon did not break the light shield covering Su Ziyan.
"Earth Armor Talisman?" The young man said in surprise. He didn't expect that Su Ziyan actually had Earth Armor Talismans, and he gave out three of them at once.
But on the other hand, Su Ziyan was still quite wealthy, and now he wanted to get Su Ziyan's storage bag even more.
So his attack on Su Ziyan became more fierce. He took out a spirit stone, and while absorbing the spiritual energy in the spirit stone, he kept commanding the scimitar magic weapon to attack Su Ziyan's earth armor shield.
"Hmph! I wonder how long these three primary earth armor talismans of yours can last." The young man looked at Su Ziyan with disdain on his face.
As soon as the young man finished speaking, Su Ziyan's outermost earth armor was broken with a snap, leaving only two earth armors.
Su Ziyan took out a low-grade spirit stone from his storage bag and began to absorb the spiritual energy inside.
While continuously injecting his magic power into the earth armor shield, he looked at the monk quietly, but he had already started planning something in his mind.
After a while, there was another snap, and Su Ziyan was left with only an earth armor shield. He looked at the young man who was still attacking his earth armor shield with all his strength.
Finally, the last of Su Ziyan's earth armor was broken, and the young man immediately swung his scimitar at Su Ziyan.
There was no way Su Ziyan would surrender. He summoned his flying sword and rushed forward. The two magical weapons kept colliding in mid-air.
The two of them kept exerting their own magical powers to the extreme, as if they were determined to see who would run out of power first and fight to the death.
When Su Ziyan saw this situation, he knew the young man's purpose.
However, Su Ziyan did not expose the young man's purpose, because his own magical power could not be measured by that of an ordinary fourth-level Qi training cultivator.
He put away the low-grade spirit stone, took out a bottle from his storage bag, and poured out a pill called Huiling Pill, which can be taken to replenish mana from Qi training to foundation building.
This kind of elixir is an auxiliary elixir and cannot be used for cultivation. It can only be used to replenish mana.
However, its side effects are quite serious, and this kind of medicine is rarely used.
After swallowing the medicine, he will feel weak after two hours, but these are not problems. He should solve the problem at hand first.
However, it would be a bit of a waste if taken during the Qi training period, but Su Ziyan no longer cared about that.
He didn't know how long the young man at the fifth level of Qi training could hold on, but he was already a little overwhelmed by the young man's attack.
After all, the opponent was a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training, much stronger than himself. Every blow made him feel like he was being hit by a huge force.
After he took the pill, he immediately felt his magic power being replenished at a visible speed, and the young man was shocked when he saw this.
He didn't expect that the person in front of him had this kind of elixir to replenish mana. This was something he hadn't expected.
At this time, the spiritual energy he absorbed from the spirit stone was gradually unable to keep up with the magic power he used up, and the spiritual power in his dantian was almost exhausted.
He originally wanted to exhaust the opponent's magic power, but he didn't expect that he would be the first to exhaust his magic power in the end.
Su Ziyan was muttering something and making hand gestures with his hands. Then he pointed with his right hand, and the white light on the flying sword became brighter than before.
Moreover, the sword's length has increased from more than five feet to nine feet. Su Ziyan has decided that he must resolve this fight quickly, otherwise he will be the one who suffers in the end.
When the young man saw that Su Ziyan was ready to fight to the death, he did not dare to hide his weakness anymore. He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of blood, which sprayed on the scimitar.
His face suddenly turned pale, but he gritted his teeth and kept making hand gestures. The scimitar absorbed all the blood and essence of the young man, and began to emit bursts of black light, turning into a nine-foot-long scimitar.
Then, as if they had agreed on it, the two of them shouted "Hurry!" at the same time.
The two magic weapons shot out quickly and collided in mid-air. Bang! With a loud bang, the surrounding trees were shaken by the aftermath of the collision, leaves flew everywhere, and a layer of soil on the ground was lifted off.
Su Ziyan was blown away by the aftermath, spitting out blood and falling to the ground.
The young man's condition was the same as Su Ziyan's, but his condition was much more serious than Su Ziyan's.
After all, he had sprayed out his own blood and essence, and now he was seriously injured.
At this time, his face turned gray and he looked extremely weak, but he still tried to struggle to stand up.
He didn't expect that he would be so miserable today. He was actually defeated by the fourth-level Qi training cultivator in front of him. He felt a little unwilling.
Su Ziyan waved his hand and moved his spiritual consciousness, and the flying sword flew rapidly towards the young man.
The young man wanted to use the scimitar that fell to the side to resist, but there was no magic power left in his dantian, and he could not drive the scimitar at all.
At the last moment, I could only shout, "Fellow Daoist, stop it. I am a cultivator of the Zhou family. If you kill me, you will be in big trouble."
When Su Ziyan heard this, the flying sword stopped immediately.
At this time, the tip of the flying sword was less than an inch away from the chest of the young man named Zhou.
When the young man surnamed Zhou saw that Su Ziyan's flying sword stopped, he felt relieved and thought, it seems that his words can still scare him.
He immediately wanted to say something else, "Daoyou, you just need to..."
Before he could finish his words, he found the world spinning, and finally he saw his body falling backwards. Until his death, he did not understand why Su Ziyan would want to kill him.
Wasn't he afraid of the family behind him? In the end, he died with confusion.
Su Ziyan looked at the young man's body and said calmly, "I don't care what family you are from. You are going to kill me. Would I let you go just because I am afraid of your family? Letting you go will only bring me more trouble. I am not stupid."
He took the young man's storage bag, collected the scimitar magic weapon, shot out a fireball that turned the young man's body into ashes, and left.
After he left, he left behind only a two-foot deep and six-foot wide pit.
After more than an hour, he suddenly felt weak. He knew that this was the side effect of the Huiling Pill he had taken.
He did not panic, but found a secluded place, sat cross-legged in an open space, took a healing pill, and began to practice his skills to resist the side effects.
Three days later, Su Ziyan woke up from his practice. The side effects of the Huiling Pill had recovered, but the spiritual power in his body was severely depleted, with only less than 30% of the 100% remaining.
He took out a Yellow Dragon Pill and began to practice. After Su Ziyan practiced for seven days, the spiritual power in his body finally reached its original perfect state.
He stood up. He felt that he had gained a lot of experience in this battle. However, reading about other cultivators' fighting experiences in those classics and jade slips was not as good as experiencing it personally.
After all, what we see in the classics and jade slips are other people's experiences. Only when you fight between life and death yourself can you understand the danger of fighting.
However, he felt that he still had many shortcomings in this fight, so he slowly made up for these shortcomings so that he could avoid making the same mistakes in future fights.
But it also made him realize his basic strength. After all, he was able to resist and kill a cultivator at the fifth level of Qi training with a Qi training level of fourth level.
Although talismans were used in it, it was enough to show that his magic power was comparable to that of a fifth-level Qi training cultivator.
Then he took out the storage bag of the young man surnamed Zhou and put his spiritual sense into it to see what was inside. It turned out that there were three hundred low-grade spirit stones, and in addition to the scimitar, there were two other low-grade magic weapons, and the rest included some elixirs and so on.
After reading it, he walked out, looked around, identified a direction and headed there.
And somewhere unknown far away, in a room without windows, there was a luminous pearl inlaid on each of the four walls, illuminating the entire room.
There was a black table on one side of the room, with dozens of black tokens on it. The front ones were engraved with many red unknown runes, and the back ones had the word "Zhou" engraved in ancient Chinese.
The roof was cone-shaped and engraved with some blood-colored runes. There was only one door in this room, and behind the door was a stone staircase that went up at an angle.
It is not difficult to see from this that this is an underground room, with a platform built in the center of the room.
An old man with gray hair and wearing a black robe sat on a cushion and practiced with his eyes closed.
Suddenly his expression changed, he slowly opened his eyes and looked towards the black table.
One of the tokens made a crackling sound, and more and more cracks appeared on the token, soon covering the entire token. After a while, there was a snap, and the entire token broke into pieces.
The old man frowned, released his spiritual sense and scanned, and found that it was a direct descendant of the clan who had died.
He lowered his head and thought for a while, muttering to himself, "Could it be that an outsider has invaded my Zhou family? But my Zhou family is a subsidiary family of Hongrui Sect. Ordinary cultivators and other families would never dare to be enemies with my Zhou family."
He pondered for a moment and decided to call the current head of the Zhou family to the basement room to ask what the situation was like outside.