A series of wild raids were as swift and swift as a gust of wind blowing fallen leaves, appearing without warning and ending in a blink of an eye. Yaoshan disciple Qiao Chen protected Zhao Min by retreating more than ten steps to create a safe distance, holding a Jin Min bronze sword and pointing at the figure, the sword was full of cold light, and his aura became very fierce.
One of the three disciples died and two were injured, and the faint smell of blood permeated the forest. The two seriously injured disciples lay on the ground moaning in pain, trying to get up, but after struggling a few times, they both lay there again, with serious injuries.
The figure stood up slowly in the darkness, his eyes were as cold as a knife, his murderous aura was burning, and electric arcs ran wildly all over his body, reflecting his appearance.
"Qin Ming? It's you!" Zhao Min was still in shock, unable to believe the scene in front of him. She has experienced Qin Ming's strength with her own hands. She is indeed very wild, like a crazy beast, but her real strength is about the same as her own. Why does she seem to be a different person tonight? Those icy eyes made her dare not look at each other, and she couldn't help feeling cold in her heart.
"You are not the third heaven of Lingwu!" The disciple of Yaoshan was also shocked. The series of onslaughts were accurate, ruthless and smooth, just like a performance that had been rehearsed many times in advance. There is a lot of ruthlessness.
Qin Ming stood coldly in the dark for a while, then slowly stepped back, picking up the scattered throwing knives. "However you want to play, I will accompany you to the end. If you can't kill me, I will kill you."
"Arrogance! What kind of thing are you, and you are worthy of shouting at me." Yaoshan disciple's face was gloomy, and his aura increased again and again. The forest is filled.
"Qin Ming, you are so brave, you dare to kill your fellow sect, Qingyun Sect will never let you go." Zhao Min suddenly realized that we haven't done anything to you yet, how dare you attack us
"Put away your disgusting face, don't think that you can do whatever you want with a good skin. You are not qualified to want my life, Qin Ming!"
"Don't talk nonsense with him! Kill him, kill him for me..." The two-knife disciple struggled to raise his head, his originally handsome face became grim due to pain and anger, and stared viciously at Qin Ming in the darkness.
"If you want to die, you can't blame us. Qiao Chen, you can't let him run away." Zhao Min urged the disciple of Yaoshan, the strength and ruthlessness shown by Qin Ming made her feel deeply threatened.
"Qiao Chen, kill him, what's the point of dawdling!" The two-sword disciple jumped up, trying to get away from Qin Ming.
Qin Ming suddenly became violent and directly killed the two-sword disciple.
The double-knife disciple was shocked, not caring about the pain, let alone his image, he rushed towards Yaoshan disciple Qiao Chen, shouting, "Kill him! Kill him!"
"Presumptuous in front of me, you are too close." Qiao Chen intercepted decisively, like a dragon swimming, with extremely fast speed, he was the first to block the disciple with two sabers, and he raised his sword, and five sword shadows flashed out in an instant. The momentum is fierce, locking Qin Ming's heart, shoulders, eyebrows, abdomen, and throat respectively, changing mysteriously, fierce and tricky, and it is impossible to tell which sword body is real and which sword glow is false.
Qin Ming didn't need to dodge, and faced the attack head-on. In the nick of time, the ancient Dayan sword on the back slammed into his back. The cold sword energy seemed to cut through his whole body, and his hairs would stand on end.
Pooh!
Qin Ming brushed past Qiao Chen, blood spattered everywhere.
Qiao Chen picked out three bloody mouths in a row on Qin Ming's body, the knife was dangerous.
Qin Ming's ancient sword brushed against Qiao Chen's neck and slashed towards him. The attack continued unabated, the blade did not turn, and he continued to attack without any influence. Goal, Disciple of Two Swords!
The two-knife disciple who was running wildly turned around in shock, and in an instant, the sharp edge of the ancient Dayan sword magnified rapidly in his pupils.
"No..." the two-knife disciple screamed, but the sound stopped abruptly. His head was split by the ancient sword, and he rolled forward, his eyes wide open, full of horror.
quiet! In the dark forest, you can hear the drop of a needle, as if even your breath is frozen!
Qiao Chen turned his back to Qin Ming, touched his neck in disbelief, blood? There is blood! It's just that the skin and flesh were cut, and there wasn't much blood, but I was wounded by a servant
The other disciple was trembling all over, struggling to step back, looking at Qin Ming as if looking at a wild beast.
Qin Ming stood next to the corpse of the disciple with two swords, his face was slightly pale, and his clothes were stained red with blood. His chest, shoulders, and abdomen were all stabbed by sharp swords. He was seriously injured and dripping with blood, but his appearance and expression were even more terrifying.
"Qiao Chen! Qiao Chen!" Zhao Min screamed and woke Qiao Chen up, her hands condensed into flames, and she confronted nervously.
"Qin Ming, no one can save you today." Qiao Chen was furious, full of murderous intent, he raised his sword and rushed towards Qin Ming without any further reservations.
Qin Ming covered the most serious wound on his chest, took two steps back unhurriedly, turned around and disappeared into the dark night without saying a word.
"Chasing! Catch him! Never let him run away." Zhao Min ordered the other disciple.
The sturdy disciple glanced at the two disciples who died tragically, gritted his teeth, and got up to catch up.
"Don't be afraid of him! He has been seriously injured, and he won't be able to escape for long."
"Qin Ming just succeeded by surprise attack, and his strength is much worse than ours."
"Surround him and kill him directly."
Zhao Min and the others hurriedly chased after each other, shouting to remind each other that they must not lose their momentum.
Qin Ming pursed his lips tightly, covered the bleeding wound and ran wildly in the dark mountain forest. The injury looked serious, but Qin Ming was not sensitive to pain and could bear it. In the past eight years, I have suffered too many injuries, and I don't know how many more serious ones. This injury is nothing.
... ...
Zhao Min and the others chased after him for a long time, and finally had to admit that they lost it again!
"Damn! Damn! Damn!" Qiao Chen cursed angrily, completely unacceptable!
"What is Qin Ming's strength?" the strong disciple asked Zhao Min.
"His level is not high, but he has an astonishing brute force, and he can use it to the extreme. Anyway, his strength cannot be evaluated by level." Zhao Min was very unwilling to admit it, but had to accept the reality. The late Qin Ming really surprised her.
"Brute force? He doesn't just have brute force, his swordsmanship is more subtle than mine." Qiao Chen is now thinking about that sword strike last night, which actually made him feel threatened. And he was a little suspicious of what happened in the short duel at that time. He vaguely remembered that he first swung Qin Ming's sword away with the Jin Min bronze sword, and then made a surprise attack. It stands to reason that he should be able to kill Qin Ming directly. But Qin Ming's sword didn't seem to be affected, and stabbed in a straight line.
Jin Min's bronze sword is a precious sword, which can easily cut through iron and stone. If it really touches Qin Ming's sword, it should be cut off directly, but... Did I remember correctly? Didn't touch his sword then
Zhao Min shook his head resolutely: "Impossible, I know Qin Ming's strength very well, it is impossible for him to have martial arts."
Qiao Chen said: "Stop arguing about this, find Qin Ming first, and don't let him escape. He was hit by my sword, his blood vessels were punctured, and his injuries will get worse and worse. It is impossible to go far."
In the depths of the dense forest, Qin Ming sat in a hidden cave, swallowing the breath of life in the deep mountains and old forests.
The energy of life here is actually much richer than that in Qingyun Sect.
After a night of recuperation, the injury basically stopped. After noon, the wound had no visible scars, and in the afternoon, healed!
The beauty of Shengshengjue lies in this, it is more effective than some panacea.
I don't know how many times I have saved Qin Ming in these years.
"Qiao Chen! The seventh heaven of spiritual martial arts!"
Qin Ming silently recalled the battle last night, which was very thrilling. His current strength is far from enough to challenge the Seventh Heaven, and it is difficult for him to challenge even the Fifth Heaven. Just like the hurdle from the third heaven to the fourth heaven is a hurdle, and the sixth heaven to the seventh heaven is also a hurdle, and the strength after crossing will be a qualitative improvement.
With things like this, it is impossible for Qin Ming to back down, either you die or I die, there is no room for relaxation. I used to have concerns in the Qingyun Sect, but now I am in the deep mountains and old forests, chasing after life and death, if you can't kill me, I will kill you.
Isn't it just a comparison of ruthlessness, to see who is more ruthless than whom!
Before dark, Qin Ming set off again, walking into the deep old forest with the Dayan ancient sword on his back, looking for Zhao Min. His strength is far inferior to that of the enemy, so he can only use the cover of night to make a surprise attack.
All the way forward, Qin Ming was cautious, not reckless, and would take the initiative to avoid spirit monsters when he encountered them. Fortunately, he didn't encounter a particularly strong spirit demon, otherwise he might not have a chance to escape with his current strength.
Fortunately, after walking for a short time, I found a spirit grass, or three spirit grass gathered together and hidden in the dense bushes.
Three low-grade spiritual grasses can help Qin Ming replenish his spiritual power.
"There are fighting sounds!"
Qin Ming stopped suddenly and listened attentively.
It's not like a fight between warriors, it's more like a group of warriors fighting with spirit monsters.
Passed from the old forest in front.
Following the sound, he hurried over without making a sound.
There is a dense forest in front of you, and you can vaguely see the flickering figures, as well as the huge shadows and the thrilling roar of beasts, and you can feel the fierceness of the battle.
Qin Ming jumped onto a big tree, moved between the branches, and approached carefully.
In the middle of the forest, there was a messy clearing with a radius of five feet. At this time, five men and women with weapons in their hands were besieging a huge monster. The monster looked like a tiger, but it was even bigger than a black bear. Its hair was black and shiny, its blood-red eyes were ferocious, its mouth was full of jagged teeth, and there were two sharp fangs protruding from its mouth, which were half a meter long. Sharp and curved.
Saber-toothed beast!
Qing Yunzong raises this kind of spirit monster, which is very ferocious and cruel by nature, and its realm is comparable to that of a high-level spiritual martial artist. Both its sharp claws and fangs are its weapons, and the black wind billows all over its body, rolling up sand and stones.
Qin Ming carefully observed that these five men and women were dressed in ordinary clothes, like mercenaries wandering through the forest, their offensive was wild, and they cooperated very tacitly. There were still three blood men lying on their stomachs in the ruins. They seemed to be dying, and died under the sharp claws of the saber-toothed beast.
The fighting situation was more than fierce, it was dangerous.
The saber-toothed beast has gone berserk, and the fierce black wind is stirring the ruins, rushing left and right, roaring again and again.
The five mercenaries seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, and the four of them kept galloping and flying, restraining the saber-toothed beast, working very hard. A strong young man in black was in charge of the main attack, and opened and closed the two-meter-long saber in his hand. , the offensive is very wild.
"Pfft!"
A few sword lights slashed at the saber-toothed beast, tearing its flesh, and the saber-toothed beast roared in pain. The four men and women succeeded in one blow and retreated decisively. He slashed at the head of the saber-toothed beast.
Aww! The saber-toothed beast roared, and drew its paw towards the saber, sparks splashed everywhere, deafening, the man was ruthlessly pushed back, but the sharp claws of the saber-toothed beast were also shaken to the point of being dripping with blood.
"Friend! Have you seen enough? Help!" The man fell to the ground, bleeding from the corner of his mouth, and suddenly shouted towards Qin Ming's hiding place.