PDLP Chapter 133 Finally, the opportunity was seized.
Chapter 133 Finally, the opportunity was seized.
"I understand now, you intend to kill me and steal my treasure." Du Fan sneered. After more than two years in the cultivation world, he finally had his chance to make his move.
Back when he was a mortal in the Yao family, he encountered cultivators. When he was at the peak of the first level of Qi Refining in the Kongsang Sect, he encountered outsiders who were at the fourth or fifth level of Qi Refining.
Now, his cultivation has reached the fourth level of the Qi Refining stage, and he has also mastered various spells to the second level. At the same time, he has a magic weapon in hand. He is confident that he can face Du Fan, who is of the same level, without any pressure. However, his opponents in Hundred Flowers Valley are a group of Qi Refining Grand Perfection beings from super sects...
Anyone would be frustrated by this, but Du Fan, witnessing this scene, revealed a strange smile, somewhat expectant.
The old man snorted coldly, said no more nonsense, made a hand seal with one hand, and suddenly his other arm flicked, and three fireballs, each half a foot in size, instantly appeared, emitting a scorching heat in the surrounding air.
A moment later, with a sudden wave of the old man's arm, three balls of crimson fire, accompanied by a wave of heat, roared toward Du Fan.
"Level 2 Fireball?"
Du Fan's eyes flashed, he let out a cold laugh, spread his five fingers apart, and then raised them again. Countless dense blue spiritual lights appeared in front of him. These spiritual lights then suddenly gathered in the middle, transforming into a blue water shield half a zhang in size, with water ripples flowing on it and fireflies shimmering.
This technique is the only defensive spell that Du Fan has ever practiced: a level two Weak Water Shield.
The air, which had become somewhat hot and dry due to the fireball spell, instantly turned cool the moment the Weak Water Shield appeared.
The next moment, a deep, rumbling sound suddenly rang out.
The three originally menacing fireballs, upon touching the water shield, were as if they had encountered their nemesis. They trembled and rolled violently, and after a moment, they turned into thick white smoke and soon disappeared completely.
The level two Weak Water Shield that Du Fan had activated, although it did not collapse, was still wildly swaying and teetering on the brink of collapse during the bombardment. Before it could dissipate on its own, Du Fan simply waved his hand and removed it without saying a word.
"Both are level two spells, but my Weak Water Shield is clearly superior to the opponent's Fireball. However, my mana is not higher than the opponent's. This shows that there is a mutual restraint relationship between the five elements spells." Du Fan's eyes flashed, as if he was deep in thought.
"Hmm? A level two spell?" The old man was clearly taken aback upon seeing this.
"Haha, this person actually wasted time on a defensive spell after advancing to the fourth level of Qi Refining. He's no match for us. Let's join forces and quickly eliminate him to prevent any unforeseen circumstances!"
The middle-aged man at the fourth level of Qi Refining suddenly laughed loudly, his face full of arrogance. In his view, spells were extremely difficult to cultivate, especially second-level spells. For a cultivator at the fourth level of Qi Refining, mastering even one spell was the best he could do.
Therefore, when these three looked at Du Fan, their eyes revealed disdain and ferocity. They no longer held back and attacked one after another, with fireballs, golden knives, and earth spikes appearing one after another.
Of these three spells, only the old man's fireball spell is level two; the other two are level one.
Witnessing this scene, Du Fan narrowed his eyes. If it weren't for Chen Ru, he might have played along with her and gleaned some combat experience. But now, he dared not be careless in the slightest.
Chen Ru is still unconscious. If he is accidentally affected by the opponent's magic, he might as well slit his own throat.
Du Fan's eyes flashed with a cold light, and with a flick of his wrist, the silver sword weapon suddenly appeared and was firmly grasped in his hand.
At the same time, he activated a spell with one hand, let out a low shout, and with a flick of his silver sword, a deep blue sword shadow about ten feet in size whistled out, directly clashing with the three beams of magical light that shot towards him.
"Bang...bang...bang..."
After three crisp sounds, the fireball, golden knife, and earth spikes, after colliding with the Water Shadow Sword, collapsed and shattered without even lasting a moment.
The light on the surface of the Water Shadow Sword dimmed slightly, but its momentum remained undiminished as it hurtled straight toward the middle-aged man standing at the forefront, who was at the fourth level of the Qi Refining stage.
The next moment, a flash of blue light appeared, accompanied by a shrill scream. The middle-aged man was cleaved in two by the blue Water Shadow Sword, from one shoulder to below the ribs on the other side, with his colorful internal organs and intestines scattered all over the ground.
The water-shadow sword formed by the spell slashed past the middle-aged man. Although it still had some power left, Du Fan's combat experience was limited. He lost control and was knocked into the open ground. After a roar, it kicked up a cloud of dust, wasting its power.
"Level 2 spell plus spellcaster!"
The old man's face turned pale instantly. Without thinking, he slapped his storage bag at his waist. A flash of green light appeared, revealing a speed talisman. The old man grabbed the talisman and slapped it hard on his shoulder. Instantly, he leaped backward and shot away.
The remaining middle-aged man was noticeably slower than the old man. As he looked at the mangled corpse on the ground, he trembled all over, his limbs went weak, and his expression was one of utter horror.
It wasn't until the old man had run several meters away that he realized what was happening. He cried out in alarm and tried to turn around and run for his life, but it was too late.
Du Fan's figure flashed like a ghost, instantly turning into a series of afterimages, and he appeared in front of the middle-aged man. With a cold expression, he raised his arm and suddenly punched the man in the chest.
"what……"
First came the sound of bones cracking, then was drowned out by a piercing scream, but less than a breath later, all sounds ceased.
The middle-aged man was sent flying backward like autumn leaves swept away by the wind, crashing heavily into a large tree. The force of the impact caused the tree to snap instantly, crash to the ground, and dust flew everywhere.
The middle-aged man used the tree as a buffer to dissipate the impact, falling heavily to the ground. After rolling a few times, he lay there silently, motionless.
Looking at his chest, there was a large, deep hole, indicating that his heart must have been shattered. At this point, he was definitely dead.
Du Fan glanced at the man and then ignored him. He immediately released his divine sense and locked onto the old man in green robes who had already fled a hundred feet away. Just as he was about to take a step to chase after him, he suddenly thought of Chen Ru behind him and stopped abruptly.
However, how could he let the enemy go so easily and leave trouble for his own side? A look of pain flashed across his face, and with a flick of his finger, a golden talisman appeared in an instant and was summoned by him.
The old man in the green robe, who had already run more than a hundred feet away, naturally heard the screams of his fellow disciples behind him. However, he had no intention of helping them. He increased his running speed again and escaped two hundred feet away in a few breaths.
Only then did he feel relieved; a distance of two hundred zhang was enough to ensure his safety.
At this moment, the look of horror on his face turned into a gloomy expression. As he ran, he was thinking about how to gather his fellow disciples and friends to fight again after returning to the sect. He coveted that Qiankun Ring and the things inside it.
But just then, he suddenly heard a whooshing sound behind him, shooting straight toward him. He was immediately shocked and turned around abruptly, only to find a palm-sized golden dagger.
This seemingly unremarkable golden dagger emanated an extremely terrifying spiritual pressure on the old man in the green robe, and at the same time, it was incredibly fast, giving him a feeling that he had no way to avoid it.
Just as the old man in the green robe was about to pat the storage bag at his waist, the golden dagger flashed and disappeared into the old man's brow, then emerged from the back of his head, bringing with it a red and white substance.
The old man in the green robe was already dead, but his eyes still held the look of horror and disbelief he had before his death. After a gust of wind, the old man collapsed to the ground.
The golden dagger did not disappear immediately. Instead, it circled in the air before flying back to the old man. With a flick of its wrist at his waist, it snatched up the old man's storage bag and flew back in the direction it had come from after a clear whistle.
Du Fan remained expressionless, flicked his wrist, and two cremation talismans shot out, transforming into two balls of flame that enveloped the corpse energy of the two middle-aged men not far away, instantly incinerating them.
Just then, the golden dagger flew back. Du Fan made a single gesture and retrieved the storage bag on the dagger from a distance. The golden dagger itself transformed into a golden talisman, which shattered and disappeared moments later.
"What a waste. If I could do it again, I wouldn't have needed to use this talisman at all," Du Fan muttered to himself, shaking his head with a regretful expression.
He then made two more quick gestures with one hand, and two storage bags sprang out from the two piles of ashes and landed in Du Fan's hands.
Du Fan scanned the area with his divine sense and found nearly a hundred spirit stones, three Qinglin Sect identity tokens, five talismans, several bottles of low-grade pills, and three minor Five Elements cultivation techniques.
Given his current wealth, he wasn't particularly interested in these things, but when his divine sense detected a piece of cowhide in the old man's storage bag, his spirits lifted.
"A map!" Du Fan was overjoyed and immediately took it out.
"Although it's not comprehensive, it does record the region within a thousand miles." He glanced at it briefly, nodded, and prepared to study it carefully.
"Elder Du, it seems that facing someone of the same level is nothing to you now." A gentle and pleasant voice suddenly came from behind Du Fan.
Upon hearing this, Du Fan's heart skipped a beat. He turned around abruptly, his face filled with surprise and joy, and blurted out, "Miss Chen, you're finally awake! Hmm? When did you wake up?"
The person who spoke earlier was naturally Chen Ru, who had been unconscious for many days. At this moment, she stood there with a radiant smile, looking at Du Fan with tenderness.
"Actually, I woke up before you fought those three. You won't blame me for not intervening, will you?" Chen Ru smiled, blinked her beautiful eyes, and said softly.