"That wild boy coming out of there?" Seeing Qin Dong's nonchalant attitude, Wuyue Sanren felt depressed.
Qin Dong smiled at Li Yebing and signaled to continue later, and then cast his cold eyes on Wuyue Sanren.
"Why are you so angry? Did you take the wrong medicine?"
"What did you say?" Wuyue Sanren's expression changed, and he took a fierce step forward. The surging murderous aura set off waves of wind and waves, blowing the hem of Qin Dong's clothes. [
Li Yebing knew that Qin Dong was very powerful, but she didn't know how powerful he was. Therefore, I am very worried about Qin Dong. After all, the status of Wuyue Sanren in Biyou Palace can only be won by relying on strength and real swords and guns.
Seeing Li Yebing's worry, Song Nantong patted her shoulder and whispered, "Don't worry, just wait and watch the show."
During this period of time, Song Nantong suffered a lot from the ill will of the San people of Wuyue. Just say that this time he and Tao Zun went to Xuanyue City to perform a mission. Wuyue Sanren relied on their close relationship with Tao Zun and hinted that Dao Zun would take the opportunity to get rid of him. If it weren't for the Taoist Master who was so unlucky that he was destroyed by Qin Dong before he found a chance, Song Nantong might not be able to come back.
Song Nantong was kind-hearted, but he was not a bad person. He only hoped that Qin Dong would teach Wuyue Sanren a lesson and it would be best to kill him.
"I said that if you have such a bad temper, you will suffer a loss one day." Faced with the violent murderous intent shown by Wuyue Sanren, Qin Dong sneered without changing his expression.
"You don't know how to live or die!" Wuyue Sanren obviously didn't take Qin Dong seriously. In anger, he slapped him with a palm. Looking at his casual look, he seemed to regard Qin Dong as a fly that would die in one swat.
Qin Dong put his hands behind his back and remained motionless. Facing the Wuyue Sanren's palm sweep, he did not dodge or resist, but actually carried it with his physical body.
The eyes of Wuyue Sanren were even colder, and they regarded Qin Dong as a dead man.
He thought that this palm would be enough to chop Qin Dong's body into pieces, but the result was completely different from what he imagined. The murderous aura that burst out from him before could even blow the hem of Qin Dong's clothes, but the power of his palm, when it hit Qin Dong, was like a mud cow entering the sea. Not to mention blowing the hem of Qin Dong's clothes, even Qin Dong's Not even a single hair dangled.
"Huh!?" Wuyue Sanren couldn't help but exclaimed, and Qin Dong suddenly started at this moment. His shoulders trembled slightly, and the overwhelming energy suddenly surged like a tsunami.
The astonished Wuyue Sanren were even more frightened. They let out a series of strange screams with changed accents and flew away.
He is faster, Qin Dong's energy is even faster! Wuyue Sanren didn't retreat far before he was rolled upright by Qi Jin. Miserable screams rang out into the sky. Wuyue Sanren's figure was like a sack thrown high, and after drawing a graceful arc in the air, he suddenly It hit the ground, creating a large crater with a radius of three feet. Just by looking at Wuyue Sanren's expression, you can tell how much pain he is feeling at this moment.
He crawled out of the pit in disgrace, unable to breathe for a long time.
"It's really useless!" Qin Dong snorted coldly, his face full of sarcasm and contempt.
"You..." Wuyue Sanren wanted to scold him back, but the question was, did he have such qualifications and courage? From beginning to end, Qin Dong's hands were always behind his back. He defeated him without even raising a hand. With such strength, I'm afraid he wouldn't even be able to look up to him.
The Wuyue Sanren were no match for Qin Dong. This was certainly what Song Nantong expected, but he also did not expect that Qin Dong could cause the Wuyue Sanren to suffer such a disastrous defeat without even moving a hand. The estimate of Qin Dong in his heart immediately rose to several levels.
Not to mention Li Yebing, his mouth was open, his eyes were staring, and his face was full of disbelief.
"Master, you..." Qi Min's face turned pale at this time. He originally expected Wuyue Sanren to support him, but now it's good, Wuyue Sanren can't even stand up on his own.
The Sanren of Wuyue have probably never been defeated by such a useless person until now, and they regard this as a great shame and humiliation. When the pain on his body subsided a little, he immediately jumped up from the ground, pointed at Qin Dong and yelled, "What kind of magic are you using?" [
Qin Dong sneered after hearing this, and Song Nantong couldn't help but sarcastically said, "Wuyue, what happened just now did you fall into confusion?"
Wuyue Sanren blushed and shouted at Qin Dong, "I don't accept it! Come back if you have the ability!"
"Okay! However, if you lose this time, you will sign a slave contract with me and become my slave."
"Ah!?" Wuyue Sanren's expression changed continuously, as if he had heard bad news.
Qin Dong said with a cold face: "What, are you afraid?"
"Then... what if you lose?"
"Hahaha..." Qin Dong laughed wildly, and his arrogant momentum made Wuyue San's heart and mind flustered.
"What...are you laughing at?" Wuyue Sanren felt more and more guilty and timid. Unconsciously, his voice even trembled.
As soon as Qin Dong stopped laughing, he glared at Wuyue Sanren with lightning-like eyes, saying, "If I lose, I will be slaughtered by you!"
"You will also make a slave contract with me."
"Okay!" Qin Dong answered extremely readily.
Song Nantong almost laughed. A second-level monk actually wants to enter into a slave contract with an eighth-level monk. Even if he actively cooperates without resisting, the chance of successful conclusion will be infinitely close to zero. The spiritual thought of a second-level monk, thrown into the sea of consciousness of an eighth-level monk, is like throwing paper into a fire. It is simply asking for death.
Qin Dong's confidence and momentum certainly made Wuyue Sanren feel anxious, but when things had developed to this point, he had no other choice.
Even Li Yebing, who was hiding aside, could feel that Wuyue Sanren was frantically condensing his spiritual power, and his momentum was rising at an alarming speed.
Qin Dong had no intention of interrupting him at all, he just stood aside and watched coldly.
"Five Sacred Mountains Press the Top!" When the momentum accumulated to a certain level, the Five Sacred Mountains Sanren suddenly opened the five fingers of his right palm and pressed down suddenly. Like the shadows of five majestic mountain peaks, they fell rapidly from mid-air, threatening to crush Qin Dong into a meat pie.
This was the strongest blow of the Wuyue Sanren. Although it shook the earth in Li Yebing's eyes, it was not worth mentioning in Qin Dong's eyes.
"That's all you have? Then you should just be my slave!" Qin Dong waved his hand and used a trace of the power of chaos, and Wuyue Sanren was instantly wiped out with a full blow.
Before the Wuyue Sanren could react, Qin Dong's figure had already risen and was heading straight towards him. Wuyue Sanren's mind was wildly shaken, and he subconsciously jumped back. Qin Dong was not willing to let him escape. His figure suddenly accelerated, and the sword finger flashing with green and red light seemed to have transcended time and space, and was suddenly printed on the center of Wuyue Sanren's forehead. A trace of extremely domineering spiritual thought immediately penetrated into his sea of consciousness and became firmly entrenched in it.