Feng Yixuan was lying on the ground with wounds all over his body. He couldn't believe that he had been seriously injured by Qin Ming again. After two raids, they were all defeated without any suspense! But Feng Yixuan didn't dare to think about that at the moment. He felt cold all over and was in shock. At that moment, he was not only defeated, but almost died. He fully believed that Qin Ming's sword would behead him if he missed it by a few points.
"Yixuan!" Feng Yiyun exclaimed. She was only focused on creating an illusion and didn't even see clearly what happened.
Feng Yixuan struggled to stand up: "Leave me alone! Defeat him! He has used martial arts more than ten times, and his spiritual power is almost exhausted."
"You hide first..." Feng Yiyun was about to get angry when suddenly she felt the hairs on her body stand up. An ominous premonition appeared in her mind, and then she felt a great danger enveloped her!
Not only her, but everyone felt a chill, as if they were enveloped in a piercing murderous aura.
Qin Ming stood in the ruins of the beast farm, holding his hands on his chest and clasping his fingers. A black vortex quickly formed, and a black knife gradually emerged from the depths of the vortex. It was as wide as a thumb and as long as a finger. The body of the knife It was cold and dark like a small black hole. The cold chill made people tremble from the soul, and the biting murderous aura swept through Feng Yiyun's body.
"Shura Knife?!" The disciples of the temple all frowned and watched solemnly. The most rumored thing they heard in the imperial city was the sword that Qin Ming practiced. It was said that the body of the sword was completely condensed by Qin Ming's murderous aura, and it could invade a person's soul. Once hit, he would completely lose his combat effectiveness. Qin Ming used the Shura Sword to defeat Tie Shanhe, the descendant of the Tie family, and won the honor of being among the top five in the Eight Sects Tea Party.
Feng Yiyun seemed to be frozen in place. For the first time, he felt the coldness of death, so close to him. She couldn't help but look at the black knife. In a trance, the black knife was also looking at her, like a little god of death, showing her a ferocious smile. Boom! Boom! The world seemed to be quiet, and the only sound in my ears was the dull sound of my own heartbeat.
"Sister!! Get out of the way!" Feng Yixuan screamed.
Feng Yiyun suddenly came to his senses, damn it! Am I actually confused by the Shura Sword? Hundreds of her clones chanted collectively, and the vast and terrifying illusion of destruction enveloped the beast field, invading everyone's consciousness, and also tried to invade Qin Ming.
However…
"Northern Territory, Shurazi, Qin Ming, please enlighten me!" Qin Ming whispered, repeating the name Shurazi. The hands suddenly spread out, and the Shura sword suddenly burst out. An invisible murderous aura swept across the entire place, bringing endless cold air and invigorating the torrential murderous aura. In a trance, the Shura killing world seemed to be reappearing.
Puff puff, all the clones of Feng Yiyun were annihilated in an instant, leaving no trace. The illusion of destruction in the sky dissipated in pieces, and they were all cleared like wind and clouds.
In front of Shura's killing interface, all illusions are child's play!
Impossible... Feng Yiyun's real body retreated in shock, but the Shura Sword suddenly appeared in front of her, as if crossing space, bringing endless coldness and darkness, magnified in her sight, and hit her forehead .
Feng Yiyun flew backwards on her back as if struck by lightning. The Shura Sword had no body, but it brought strong murderous intent and knocked her away. In mid-air, Feng Yiyun's consciousness was spinning, as if she had fallen into an endless black hole, cold, desperate, frightened and helpless, and as if she had fallen into a battlefield of death. Countless hands stretched out from all directions, surrounding her and trying to tear her apart. .
Feng Yiyun let out a shrill scream, like a cry of despair from a black hole, or like a scream on the battlefield as he struggled to free himself from a big hand.
This momentary experience will definitely leave an indelible shadow on her.
Plop! !
Feng Yiyun fell to the ground, his eyes widened, his mouth wide open, his face full of fear. She was still breathing, but she lay there motionless, as if still immersed in boundless despair and darkness.
At this moment, everyone held their breath, and there was silence in the empty zoo.
Shura knife! This is the power of Shura Sword!
The disciples of the temple stared blankly at the fallen Feng Yiyun, and the shrill scream echoed in their ears for a long time.
Is that a knife? Or death!
The three elders frowned deeply, murderous, real murderous! Did he really condense his murderous intent into a physical knife? How did he do it, was it martial arts
They were both surprised and confused. No wonder he was able to suppress the Eight Sects Tea Party. This sword alone was enough for him to win a name in a dynasty filled with outstanding people.
As expected, there are crouching tigers and hidden dragons outside the central territory.
Is Qin Ming qualified to challenge the Holy Flame disciples in the temple
The disciples of the temple were very glad that they did not challenge Qin Ming, otherwise they would have failed miserably, but they felt somewhat ashamed and angry. The two disciples from the inner hall of the holy church joined forces and failed to subdue the sect disciples from the Northern Territory. It was either because Qin Ming was too strong or the entire Northern Territory had become stronger over the years.
Cao Wujiang looked solemn. He defeated Wei Changkong first, and then worshiped the Feng family siblings. Qin Ming seemed to have recreated the miracle of breaking into the top ten at the Eight Sect Tea Party, and it was obviously easier and stronger than before. He defeated three people in a row and was able to do so with ease! If Qin Ming's performance at the Bazong Tea Party shocked him, now it made him feel a sense of crisis. No, Qin Ming must not be allowed to grow up. His talent is already very strong, and with the cooperation of the Blood Evil Sect, he may really threaten many people in the future.
By the way, Cao Wujiang suddenly remembered that before he accompanied the temple disciples to leave Prince Mang's Mansion, he seemed to have seen someone from the Qingyun Sect asking to see Leng Shan. Why did the Qingyun Sect look for Leng Shan? Want to make peace? What else to do
"Temple disciples, how dare you underestimate the Northern Territory?" Yao'er smiled and clapped his hands, it was wonderful, very wonderful. It was even more satisfying to torture these proud disciples in the temple. Hehe, if there is a chance in the future, I will take Qin Ming to the imperial city for a walk and meet those arrogant genius successors.
Tu Wei and the others let out a long sigh of relief, it was dangerous and exciting!
The disciples of the temple helped up the Feng family siblings. One was seriously injured, the other had a soul trauma, and they both fell into semi-consciousness.
They were unwilling to give in and wanted to fight Qin Ming again. Fight again? They looked at Qin Ming carefully and gave up the idea decisively. No, it seemed that this boy could really fight again!
"Did I win?" Qin Ming met the indifferent eyes of the temple disciples.
The disciples of the temple stopped talking. Admitting victory would be equivalent to acknowledging the title of Qin Ming Shurazi, and also admitting that the inner disciples of the temple were inferior to him.
How can you say this? How will they face the other inner disciples when they return to the temple
"Can't you afford to lose?" Yao'er stood next to Qin Ming and deliberately provoked them.
The faces of the three elders are not good-looking either. The Holy Temple represents the strongest martial arts in the dynasty, and the Holy Temple disciples should also represent the strongest strength of the new generation. Their purpose today is to take the title of Qin Ming Shurazi and indirectly humiliate them. Among the eight sects in the Northern Territory, who could have imagined that they would be in the current situation. Not only did they fail to win the title of Qin Ming, but they also damaged the reputation of the temple.
"Are they all mute?" Yao'er didn't care whether their faces looked good or not, and smiled sweetly: "How about I play with you again? Two together! If it doesn't work, just three! If you are thick-skinned enough, four will do. "
Arrogant! ! The disciples of the temple were ashamed and angry. Several disciples of the second level of Xuanwu Realm stared at Yao'er coldly and challenged her? They clenched their fists, raised their spirits, and pumped their drums, but in the end they refused to say any words of challenge. Forget it, let's not fight. I heard that this woman is more ruthless and fierce. Qin Ming showed mercy and did not dare to kill anyone, but these girls didn't care. If they really went crazy and killed someone, they wouldn't be able to take revenge unless they declared war with the Blood Evil Sect.
Yao'er suddenly waved forward in surprise: "Grandpa! You are finally back!"
Everyone in the church was moved and looked over subconsciously. The leader of the Blood Evil Sect, I have long admired your name!
The three elders suppressed their dissatisfaction, regained their composure, and turned around to say hello. "Sect Master Qiu Lin, I haven't seen you for many years, but you still remember us..."
But…
Where are people
where
Tu Wei and the others followed and looked over, the leader of the Blood Evil Sect? where
"I'm teasing you! Look how stupid you are!" Yao'er was amused, leaning on Qin Ming and smiling brightly. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.