The Secret of the Seal

Chapter 279: Easy win!

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"Okay! But you can't do it here, it will hinder the delivery of the Golden Falcon and the Black Beast." Qin Dong was very cheerful and agreed immediately.

Jiuzong snorted coldly and said arrogantly, "Wherever you want to go, it's up to you!"

Qin Dong pointed at the sky and asked provocatively, "Do you dare to scold me?"

"You mean air combat?" Jiuchongtian frowned. [

Monks of the first to third levels may have various mysterious movements that allow their bodies to stay in the air, but this is only for a short period of time and is not flying in the true sense. Only monks at level four and above can truly ride the wind and get infinitely close to the sky.

"You're not afraid anymore, are you?" Qin Dong raised an eyebrow and continued to provoke.

Air combat is much more dangerous than fighting on the ground. Not to mention having the strength to get off the ground, but the continuous flying state requires deep spiritual power as support, not to mention, it has to defeat a series of attacks and defenses in the air. The consequences of losing concentration will be unbearable for filming.

Jiuzhong was simple in nature and could not be provoked the most. Before Qin Dong's words could reach the ground, Jiuzhong snorted coldly and jumped into the air. There is spiritual power under your feet to support you, and you stand firmly.

"Boy, let's see if I don't beat you to pieces!" Jiuzhong floated in the air, pointed at Qin Dong and shouted.

Qin Dong was not as eye-catching as Jiuzhong's performance. He just tapped his toes, and then his whole body got rid of the shackles of gravity. Slowly but extremely gracefully, he floated to the same height as Jiuzhong and froze. The whole movement didn't have the slightest hint of fireworks, but it was as steady as a rock.

When Lin Qingfeng saw this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head, his face was full of disbelief, and he said, "This... this guy's cultivation level is at least one level higher than mine!"

Seeing Qin Dong's extraordinary ability to control the air, Jin Pingyue and Zui Monk had wry smiles on their faces. He no longer dared and was embarrassed to regard Qin Dong as his disciple.

"Good boy, you really have a chance!" Qin Dong's calmness made Jiuchong's expression become serious.

"Stop talking nonsense! Let's take action!" Qin Dong raised his hands flat, opened his mind, and assumed the posture of 'opening the door to welcome guests'.

As the saying goes, an expert will know if something is there as soon as he takes action. Qin Dong's action seemed simple, but in Jiuzhong's eyes, it combined the magical with the ordinary, making his eyes suddenly widen.

Groups of thick black air flow rose from Jiuzhong's feet. They kept changing in the air according to his thoughts, and finally condensed into a huge magic sword that covered half of the sky like a substance, floating in Jiuzhong. In front of his body, there was a strange light flashing, and at the same time, he was constantly releasing an invisible pressure, making the atmosphere at the scene extremely tense in an instant.

"I didn't expect that in just a few decades, Jiuzhong's 'Nine Transformations of the Demonic Sword' could be cultivated to such a terrifying level!" Lin Qingfeng was shocked as soon as the Demonic Sword came out.

Jin Pingyue and Zui Monk were both inferior to Lin Qingfeng in cultivation, and the shock at this time was much stronger than his. They all turned their attention to Qin Dong, wondering how Qin Dong would respond.

"Three lotuses gather at the top!" Lin Qingfeng exclaimed, and saw three purple lotus flowers slowly emerging from Qin Dong's head.

Putting Fu Fengming aside, Jiuzhong was the strongest monk Qin Dong had ever encountered in the human world. The peak of level four is only one step away from level five. Let Qin Dong not dare to be careless and underestimate the enemy.

The magic sword was so powerful that Qin Dong's three purple lotuses were equally frightening.

The black energy released by the magic knife and the purple light formed by the purple lotus collided with each other, making a hissing sound. The battle hasn't officially started yet, but the momentum of the confrontation is already so terrifying.

Whether it was Lin Qingfeng, Jin Pingyue or Zui Monk, all of them had their hearts in their throats at this moment. They were nervous and excited at the same time. Such a high-level duel was not something that could often be seen in the human world. have witnessed. [

"This kid..." As the momentum of the two people continued to collide and confront each other, Jiuzhong became more and more surprised. His momentum had almost reached its limit, but Qin Dong showed no sign of being unable to resist it. On the contrary, the power from Qin Dong seemed to be getting stronger, which made his mind jump from time to time.

"Nine transformations of the magic sword - shocking!" Although Jiuzhong didn't want to believe it, he clearly felt that Qin Dong's power was gradually exerting a suppressive effect on him. He didn't dare to delay any longer, roared, and the black energy rumbling magic sword , started suddenly, and struck towards Qin Dong with a rumble.

The fourth level peak is indeed extraordinary. As soon as this sword is released, the sky and the earth change color, and the clouds rise and the wind moves. The powerful energy shot out in all directions, causing Lin Qingfeng and others to retreat wildly backwards.

Long Lianping had the worst cultivation level and was in the most difficult situation. When Jiuzhong moved, Long Lianping couldn't resist it. She squatted on the ground, her face was pale, and the energy in her body was like an enraged beast. He was boiling with rage and restlessness, and was about to explode. Fortunately, Lin Qingfeng saw the opportunity quickly and protected her in time. Otherwise, Long Lianping might have died here in such a daze.

As soon as the magic knife moved, Zilian also responded to the situation.

Among the three purple lotuses, one hovered above Qin Dong's head to protect the origin, while the other two also hit the magic knife from two directions.

Purple light was swirling, and black air was everywhere. Although there was no earth-shattering sound, the two majestic spiritual powers collided with each other, immediately forming streaks of silver-white lightning in the sky. At first glance, it looks like a crack in the sky, which is extremely scary.

"Uh!" A muffled groan sounded from Jiuzhong's mouth. The magic sword seemed to have been hit hard by the purple lotus. It shrank by more than half, spun around, and escaped from the flanking attack of the two purple lotuses. He passed by and returned to Jiuzhong. And Jiuzhong's face also turned livid.

The magic sword subsided, Qin Dong's Zilian took advantage of the momentum, and Jiuchong was suddenly in a passive position of being beaten.

"nnd! This kid is so powerful that he even worships us as his teacher. What does he think!" The drunken monk's face changed again and again. When he saw that Jiuzhong was suppressed by Qin Dong in the blink of an eye, he couldn't bear it. He kept opening his mouth.

At this moment, Jin Pingyue couldn't help but feel a stinging and burning sensation on her face. She recalled that day when she and Drunk Monk were fighting over Qin Dong as his disciple, and she even looked embarrassed and didn't know where to put it. With Qin Dong's cultivation level, he is more than enough to be their master!

"The Nine Transformations of the Demonic Sword - Against the Heavens!"

Jiuchong seemed to be driven to panic, and roared in his mouth, clasped his hands together, and with a file, the magic knife split into two, causing a thrilling roar, and simultaneously slashed at Qin Dong's two purple lotuses. After passing by, he changed his defense and turned to offense.

Jiuchong was about to fight with all his strength. His palms danced in the air repeatedly. Thick black spiritual power spurted out from his hands and poured into the two magic knives. The two magic knives swelled a lot in an instant, and even the light increased a bit compared to before.

While staring blankly into the sky, the drunk monk patted Lin Qingfeng's shoulder and asked in a low voice, "Old Lin, why do I think Jiuzhong's Nine Transformations of the Demon Sword is more powerful than your Spiritual Sword?"

Lin Qingfeng turned around and glared at him angrily. The drunken monk was clearly teasing him. However, Lin Qingfeng is confident that when his cultivation reaches the same level as Jiuzhong, the power of the spiritual sword will never be worse than that of the Demonic Sword Jiuzhong.

Ding dong! boom!

The two magic knives collided with the two purple lotuses almost at the same time. First there was a crisp sound of the swords intersecting, and then there was a thunderous muffled sound, which made people's ears buzz and their hearts frightened.

At the beginning, the black air exhaled by the two magic knives fiercely enveloped the two purple lotuses, and Jiuzhong's face suddenly became happy. But it didn't last long. The purple light pierced the black air and came out again. And with lightning speed, it came to counterattack. The large purple light wrapped around the devil's sword. The blade, just under Jiuzhong's eyelids, covered the magic knife.

After Jiuchong was briefly stunned, he also wanted to imitate Qin Dong and counterattack, but unfortunately, he was powerless to do the same thing.

No matter how much he destroyed the spiritual power in his body, he could not stop the purple light from devouring the magic knife. At the same time, Jiuzhong also clearly felt that the purple light that filled the surroundings was like a knife, cutting off his connection with the magic knife bit by bit.

Just as Jiuzhong's mind was racing, looking for a way out of the predicament, a dazzling purple light hit his chest like lightning. Before the purple light reached his body, a fear that seemed to be penetrated filled Jiuzhong's entire mind. Almost subconsciously, Jiuzhong took the initiative to let go of the connection with the magic knife, and his whole body fell back to the ground from mid-air with a snap as if he were weightless. [

Before Jiuzhong could stand up from the ground, the magic knife he had refined was disintegrated under the light of Qin Dong's purple lotus, and finally disappeared without a trace.

Lost! A complete loser, a loser with nothing to say.

Jiuzong's face was full of loneliness and sadness. The whole person seemed to be stupid, standing there, unable to come back to his senses.

Jiuchong is a very conceited person. Any defeat will bring a big impact to him. What's more, this time he was defeated by Qin Dong, a person who in his eyes was still a "hair". Head boy.

Qin Dong sighed and slowly fell back to the ground from the air. He didn't bother Jiuzhong, nor did he say anything to comfort him. Only Jiuzhong could digest such a blow, and it would only benefit his future cultivation without leaving any shadow.

"Qin Dong, you stinky boy, you..." The drunken monk rushed forward with a few sullen steps, pointing at Qin Dong, wanting to get angry, but he didn't know how to do it.

Jin Pingyue mostly smiled bitterly, but she didn't show any anger. After all, Qin Dong couldn't be blamed for this matter. They were the ones who insisted on forcing Qin Dong to become his disciple.