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Chapter 1129: Immortal Descendants

"You can actually block my magic weapon with your hands."

Under Zhuo Ju's disbelieving gaze, Qin Cheng exerted force with his palm, crushing Zhuo Ju's high-grade long knife and deforming it into pieces.

This was so scary. Zhuo Ju and Yue Yixun's scalps were numb.

Hand-shattering magic weapon, how hard is Qin Cheng's body?

And at the next moment, Qin Cheng's eyebrows suddenly lit up with a ray of light.

The two of them felt bad and were about to retreat, but it was already too late.

There was a pain in the body and two muffled sounds. They were punched again and were knocked away by Qin Cheng.

But this time, the two of them noticed something.

The two of them got up from the ground, clutching their aching bodies, but they were not as seriously injured as they had been before.

"Have you noticed that his control is not as good as before?" Yue Yixun said.

"He said that only 20% of his spiritual consciousness has been restored. Maybe it's true. Let's not be impulsive and consume him. When his spiritual consciousness is empty, it will be our world." Zhuo Ju also nodded.

Although the two of them were in severe physical pain, they both felt a little calmer and changed their strategies, planning to fight slowly and slowly with Qin Cheng.

He planned to consume all Qin Cheng’s spiritual consciousness and then kill him ruthlessly.

They flew in mid-air, shooting out a large amount of spiritual energy from a distance, and did not attack Qin Cheng.

If Qin Cheng came even slightly closer, they would quickly retreat.

"You are quite smart." Qin Cheng said lightly.

"Qin Cheng. We will kill you to see what else you can do." Yue Yixun snorted.

After doing this several times, within a short time, the entire area was filled with deep pits and ravines created by spiritual energy. The heaven and earth trembled, energy flew around, and a large amount of spiritual energy continued to permeate the air.

Even Qin Cheng's figure was submerged in countless air waves.

After attacking for a long time, the two of them stopped temporarily while wiping their sweat and breathing heavily.

"There is no movement. Has it been that our consciousness has been wiped out?" Zhuo Ju said.

"I don't know, let's wait and see." Yue Yixun said nervously.

The two stopped for a moment and looked down.

But the next moment, a ray of light and shadow suddenly flew out from the turbulent flow of spiritual energy,

The speed was extremely fast. In a flash, it passed Yue Yixun's body, and he only had time to turn sideways.

"ah!"

Yue Yixun screamed, this stream of light was a sharp flying sword, and cut off his arm the moment it crossed his shoulder.

"What kind of method is this?"

Zhuo Ju sweated on his forehead and backed away desperately, while looking sharply into the smoke.

In his horrified gaze, the brilliance belonging to the flying sword in the center of the spiritual energy turbulence lit up one after another.

One, two, and countless rays of light dispersed all the turbulent spiritual energy and smoke obstructions around them.

What finally appeared in front of the two of them, which shocked them as if struck by thunder, was a huge sword array composed of hundreds of flying swords.

Each of these flying swords emitted sharp light, none of which was of low quality. They were flying around in mid-air, and in the center of the ground, a figure was slowly sitting cross-legged.

What's astonishing is that there is no trace of damage in the space within a hundred feet around him.

In other words, the attacks that the two of them had just launched were all blocked by flying swords. It was completely useless.

"Zhuo Ju, look what kind of power this is? This is not spiritual energy."

Suddenly, Yue Yixun covered his broken arm and yelled.

He noticed that in addition to the shocking storm of flying swords surrounding Qincheng, Qincheng was also surrounded by starlight arrays, as if the Milky Way was surrounding it.

This breath was extremely pure, a hundred times more refined than spiritual energy, and it was faintly powerful. He had never seen such power before.

This is definitely not the spiritual power that a seventh-level out-of-body realm can use.

Qin Cheng's trump cards, one after another, drove the two of them crazy.

"You two are very lucky. My spiritual consciousness is indeed insufficient, so I used a little star energy."

Qin Cheng looked calm.

The power of immortal energy is a hundred times more powerful than spiritual energy, so it also requires more divine control.

When you exert your immortal energy, you must fight quickly.

Before they had time to think about what the energy of the stars was, Zhuo Ju and the others saw that Qin Cheng stretched out his hand and pointed, and hundreds of flying swords flew towards the two of them.

The two barely managed to hold up a series of protective shields to block it, but their efforts were all in vain.

Under the attack of hundreds of flying swords, these shields were all shattered instantly like white paper.

Yue Yixun screamed again, his other arm was also cut off, and his body was hit by seven or eight swords, like a kite with broken strings falling from the sky.

Zhuo Ju was also struck by swords in the chest and limbs. He was taken away by these flying swords and nailed to a rock.

Qin Cheng's clothes fluttered and slowly flew up.

Ninety-nine Nanke swords surrounded him. He waved his hand, and the two swords of fire dragon and black ice returned to him.

At this time, Qincheng was surrounded by hundreds of rays of light, and a faint aura of starlight shrouded the surroundings.

He was suspended in mid-air, looking down at Yue Yixun and Zhuo Ju, as if an immortal had descended into the world, with all the people surrendering and surrounded by stars.

Far away in the valley, Qin Zhuang was worried and walked here clutching his long bow, wanting to see if Qin City was in crisis.

But when he saw it in mid-air, his eyes were filled with shock. He couldn't help but open his mouth wide, and his legs gave out and he fell to the ground.

He had guessed how noble Qin Cheng was, but he never expected to witness such a shocking scene.

Qin Cheng turned out to be an immortal cultivator as well. He was like a god, with a majesty that could not be challenged.

Qin Zhuang's mind roared, and various memories flashed through his mind, making his face turn red.

"I actually planned to have a duel with Qin Cheng in the martial arts arena. I'm an idiot. With Qin Cheng's strength, he could crush me to death with just one finger. Unfortunately, I thought he was playing tricks before."

Qin Zhuang smiled bitterly and slapped himself hard.

"Immortals, descendants of immortals, it turns out that I died in the hands of immortals."

Only Zhang Ting stared blankly in the air. He laughed crazily and ran to the valley. His body suddenly glowed with brilliance, and he actually chose to self-destruct.

"Who are you!"

When Yue Yixun and Zhuo Ju saw this scene, they almost went crazy.

From the beginning, they thought he was a lowly warrior, then later they thought he was a casual cultivator who had inherited the inheritance. Until just now, the two of them thought Qin Cheng was an injured core disciple of a certain sect.

But seeing the hundreds of sword lights and the sky full of stars, they no longer knew who Qin Cheng was.

He is from the core area of ​​the mainland. He is a direct descendant of the five great dynasties, and he is also an elite disciple of the four great immortal sects in the east, west, south and north. He is at the same level of cultivation and has an injured body, but he almost crushes two people.

Looking at the sword blade suspended outside Qin Cheng's body, they were absolutely sure that even if there were two or three more people at this time, they would definitely not be Qin Cheng's enemy in a battle.

"You made me swallow the magic pill and break my arms. Even if I die, I have to drag you with me."

Yue Yixun screamed in despair. He got up from the ground and threw himself into the air, wanting to explode like Zhang Ting.

"Yue Yixun, no." Zhuo Ju shouted.

But Yue Yixun had lost his mind and refused to listen at all.
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