MTL - God Level Farm

Song Wei and Song Qiming also made a decision on the spot. They didn't even want the flying sword, so they drove Chuan Yunshuo to try to escape.

Facts have proved that this decision is very wise, because after Yun Shuttle started, Song Wei and Song Qiming tried to control Feijian again, and when they took them back, they found that they had completely lost contact with Feijian.

In fact, the black-robed cultivator didn't even chase after Song Wei when he saw Song Wei and the others fleeing. Instead, he easily suppressed the two's flying swords with a wave of his hand, and then beckoned and sucked them in.

The black-robed cultivator looked at it for a while, then laughed and said, "I didn't expect the flying sword used by the fairy to be of good quality! I will laugh at that husband..."

After he finished speaking, he directly received the two flying swords into his storage magic weapon, and then started chasing in the direction of flying through the cloud shuttle.

The flying sword under the black-robed cultivator's feet was very fast, even slightly faster than Chuan Yunshuo, so although he was a little too big and didn't catch up immediately, the distance between the two was slowly narrowing.

Moreover, this black-robed monk also has a blood-red flying sword, which can directly launch long-range attacks.

When he was not far from Chuan Yunshuo, he directly released the flying sword and started to attack Chuan Yunshuo, and his mouth was not clean.

"Fairy, don't run away! You can't escape the palm of this seat!"

"By the way, shouldn't that bad old man just now be your Taoist companion? That's really a flower stuck in cow dung!"

"Fairy, obediently go back with this seat, this seat guarantees that you will enjoy endless glory and wealth!"

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Song Wei was ashamed and angry, trying her best to control Chuan Yunshuo to avoid the opponent's attack.

Although Song Wei has maximized the performance of the Cloud Shuttle, constantly making extreme turns, pulls, and dives, the black-robed cultivator's strength is obviously much higher than she imagined, and he has quite a lot of actual combat experience. The blood-colored flying sword was like a gangrene attached to the bones. No matter how maneuverable the Cloud Chuan Shuttle controlled by Song Wei did, the blood-colored flying sword could always take time to strike Yun Chuan.

The expressions on Song Wei and Song Qiming's faces are also very solemn. Their actual combat experience is almost zero. Even if they are against a monk of the same level, they may not be able to dominate, not to mention that the strength of this black-robed monk is obviously higher now. Out of them a lot, so the disadvantage is even more obvious.

Song Wei didn't know the true cultivation of the black-robed cultivator, but judging from the strength of the opponent's attack, the black-robed cultivator was at least in the middle stage of Jindan, or even in the late stage of Jindan.

Chuan Yunshuo was attacked by the blood-colored flying sword from time to time, and the outer protective formation was soon unable to hold up and shattered directly.

Fortunately, the material of the cloud shuttle itself is relatively strong. After the outer protective formation is broken, the direct resistance will not collapse immediately. But this obviously won't last long. After a while, the outer layer of the cloud shuttle was already scarred, and even the flight speed began to be affected.

Song Wei's heart gradually filled with despair.

She looked at her father and mother beside her, and felt very remorse in her heart. This time, it's hard for their family to survive the disaster. She couldn't help feeling sad when she thought that her parents had just set foot on the cultivation path, and they might die in this high sky.

Xia Ruofei often told her and Ling Qingxue about the cruelty of the cultivation world. Although she did not take it seriously, she has always practiced peacefully under the protection of Xia Ruofei. It was the first time she really experienced such cruelty.

Song Wei also had a hint of decisiveness in her heart. The black-robed cultivator was obviously coveting her beauty. Once she was caught up by the other party, her parents would have no chance of surviving, and she would never allow herself to fall. into the hands of such an evil cultivator, so she has decided that when the moment comes, she will explode the golden pill without hesitation, and she will never succumb to stealing her life.

Fang Liyun is only a cultivator in the qi refining stage. Once the cloud shuttle is damaged at this high altitude, she will not be able to stay in the air, and will fall directly into the sea.

Although Song Qiming and Song Wei can fly with their swords, their flying swords have already fallen into the enemy's hands, and they can only rely on the magic weapon of flying.

Fang Liyun had no idea, she could only clench her fists nervously, her heart was full of fear.

After all, Song Qiming used to be in a high position, and now he is also a cultivator of Jindan stage, so he is relatively calm.

Song Qiming said: "Weiwei, how far is Taoyuan Island now? If we can enter Taoyuan Island, with the formation on the island, we should be able to withstand this person's attack..."

Song Wei said without hesitation: "I can't go back! This cultivator is very strange. It is estimated that he is a deeply hidden evil monk. Once he discovers the existence of Taoyuan Island, everyone will never have peace!"

In fact, when Song Wei was in a panic, she did not choose the direction of Taoyuan Island. Now Chuanyunshuo is actually farther and farther away from Taoyuan Island.

She was already making her last effort with a mortal heart. The only thing she felt regretful and apologetic about was that even her own parents were not spared this time, and she was going to die with her.

After Song Qiming heard Song Wei's words, his expression darkened slightly, and he understood what his daughter was thinking.

But he didn't blame Song Wei, just nodded lightly and said, "Yeah! Dad supports your decision! Weiwei, don't be afraid, if you can't escape, we'll fight him! For most ordinary people, our lives are already exciting enough, and even if something unexpected happens this time, there will be no regrets..."

"Dad! Stop talking! We will be fine!" Song Wei said through gritted teeth.

She pushed Chuanyun Shuttle hard, maximizing both performance and speed.

In fact, she knew very well that it was just to comfort her parents. She could sense that the other party was getting closer and closer to her own Cloud Chuan Shuttle, and Yun Chuan Shuo had long been exposed to the attack range of the blood-colored flying sword. Under the continuous attack, I am afraid that before the black-robed cultivator catches up, Chuan Yunshuo will not be able to support it.

Moreover, in order to avoid the attack of the blood-colored flying sword as much as possible, she is also constantly changing the flight direction and the altitude, but this will actually affect the speed, so the black-robed cultivator is constantly approaching them, Can't get rid of it at all.

Boom!

Chuan Yunshuo shuddered again, and the three of Song Wei stumbled and almost fell to the ground without standing still.

This is the blood-colored flying sword that slammed into the cloud shuttle from the side.

And this time, Song Wei obviously felt that the speed of Chuan Yunshuo had dropped a lot. No matter how she urged her, the speed could not be raised.

It's not that the energy spar is exhausted, it's entirely because the continuous attacks have damaged the overall structure of the cloud shuttle, including the formations on the surface of the cloud shuttle that maintain the flight of the magic weapon, and are constantly damaged.

Song Wei's heart sank. She realized that this was the last moment. The speed of Chuan Yunshuo had dropped by at least 20%. Now it was obviously much slower than the flying speed of the black-robed monk's sword. The other party can catch up with them directly in a minute or two at most.

And in this process, if Cloud Shuttle is attacked by the blood-colored flying sword again, it may disintegrate directly at any time.

Song Wei looked at Song Qiming and Fang Liyun sadly, and said softly, "Dad, Mom, I'm sorry...I..."

"Don't say it, Weiwei!" Song Qiming said decisively, "I said just now, I have no regrets in my life. After a while, that person catches up, I'll hold him back. You still have a Ruofei handle for you. Your spare flying sword? You escape directly with your mother, the farther you escape, the better!"

"It's useless..." Song Wei said with a wry smile.

Song Qiming didn't even have a flying sword, he couldn't even stand in the air, what could he do to hold him back?

Song Wei understands that Song Qiming may have decided to directly exchange his life for his life, such as throwing himself at the opponent while exploding the golden pill, only to cause a little damage to the opponent, hold the opponent for a little time, and give Song Wei a chance Escape with Fang Liyun to create opportunities.

But Song Wei knew very well in her heart that it was all in vain.

The opponent's strength is too strong, Song Qiming can't get close to the opponent's body at all, and the opponent's Yujian is flying so fast, once he finds Song Qiming's intention, it is easy to dodge.

At this time, the complacent voice of the black-robed cultivator came into Chuan Yunshuo again: "Little beauty, don't run away! The next strike from this seat may directly pierce your flying magic weapon! By then, you will all If you fall into the sea, it will not look very good... I am in a good mood today, as long as you are willing to obey me, your companion can let them leave safely, how about it?"

Song Wei's body trembled when she heard the words, and she couldn't help turning to look at Song Qiming and Fang Liyun.

She already had a mortal heart, but her biggest unwillingness was that her parents had to die with her. Now that black-robed cultivator actually offered to let the two of them live together, she had a very firm idea. The child was a little shaken.

Song Qiming said directly: "Weiwei, don't listen to this devil's nonsense! If you are kidnapped by him, what's the point of my life with your mother?"

Although Fang Liyun was very scared, she said without hesitation: "Weiwei, I can't promise him! I would rather die than trade my daughter for a chance to survive!"

"Dad, Mom..." Song Wei's voice trembled.

Song Qiming didn't wait for her to finish, then he waved his hand and said, "Weiwei, you don't need to say it! I'll tell you so! If you agree to that person's conditions, I'll just detonate my golden pill! Our family of three will die! Together, there is nothing to regret!"

Song Wei heard the words, and tears suddenly fell.

She really wanted to sacrifice herself in exchange for a chance for her parents to live, but she didn't expect Song Qiming to be so decisive, which made her give up her thoughts at once, she nodded heavily and said, "Okay! Then we are a family of three. Just together! Never apart..."

"Well! Never part!" Song Qiming and Fang Liyun said in unison.

Although the black-robed cultivator was approaching Chi Chi, the Song Wei family of three seemed to have relieved their heavy burdens, and a relaxed smile appeared on their faces.

They have completely lost hope of survival, so they are relieved.

After the speed of Chuan Yunshuo plummeted, the strange black-robed cultivator caught up at an extremely fast speed. After a while, he had already caught up to the front of Chuan Yunshuo. He put his arms around his chest and looked at the crumbling Traveling through the clouds, his eyes were full of jokes.

Song Wei knew that it was impossible to escape, so she simply controlled Chuan Yunshuo to stop, barely maintaining a hovering state.

Then she took out the flying sword that Xia Ruofei had left for her, stepped on the flying sword and left Chuan Yunshuo, looking at the black-robed monk coldly.

"Fairy, have you figured it out?" The black-robed cultivator saw Song Wei again, and asked in surprise and joy, "Then come here! This seat will take you back to the fairy life, and your companions can leave safely. It's gone!"

"Humph! Don't even think about it!" Song Wei said coldly.

"It seems that the little beauty is still a little bit confused! It doesn't matter, after I take you back, there are ways to make you change your mind!" The black-robed cultivator laughed and said, "Come here!"

After he finished speaking, he waved at Song Wei from the air, and Song Wei suddenly felt a huge suction force, her body was completely out of control and began to fly towards the black-robed cultivator.

Song Wei's face was pale, and she shouted: "Dad! Mom! I will be your daughter in the next life!"

After she finished speaking, she was ready to urge her golden core to self-destruct, even if she died, she would die to pieces.

But at this moment, Song Wei suddenly felt that the suction disappeared.

Since she was struggling to resist the suction, when the suction suddenly disappeared, her body flew upside down uncontrollably.

Song Wei hurriedly stepped on the flying sword to stabilize her figure.

When she looked in the direction of the black-robed cultivator again, the whole person was stunned like a clay sculpture, and then tears of excitement poured out of her eyes...

She saw a dark boat-shaped flying magic weapon floating on the opposite side. Standing on the deck of the boat was the familiar figure she had been thinking about.

At this time, Xia Ruofei was full of undisguised killing intent, and his face was covered with a thick layer of frost, which was daunting.

And the black-robed cultivator, who was so arrogant just now, was completely unable to move.

I didn't see any action from Xia Ruofei, the black robe monk was directly imprisoned in mid-air, and he couldn't even move a finger. He didn't even know what happened, because his mental power was also imprisoned. , completely unable to perceive the situation behind him.

The black-robed cultivator wanted to open his mouth to say something, but he couldn't make any sound. If it wasn't for Ling Qingxue's delicate body on the opposite side was still trembling slightly, and the sea below was still roaring, this black-robed cultivator would even suspect that it was It's not that time stands still.