His thoughts did not stop either.

The reason why he closed his eyes.

It’s not that I don’t want to see Tang Tian’s sword.

He didn't even think about whose sword this was. He didn't even think that Tang Tian might be dead. It might be worse than death if he was locked in the sword pavilion. If he cut it down with one knife, Tang Tian might be really dead.

He thought nothing.

He just wanted to cut off the knife in his hand.

This idea is very simple.

It's much simpler than Li Fengyun's idea.

So it's much stronger.

The talisman knife in Qin Jie's hand suddenly became brighter.

Countless golden lights gushed out from the dark sword, like a sun leaping out of the sea of ​​clouds, and like a cloud burning in the evening.

The golden light emitted from the blade was bound into a bunch by Qin Jie's thought power. It did not sprinkle around, but turned into a bunch of flames, which indirectly hit Li Fengyun's face.

...

The vice chairman's hands suddenly tightened.

Stand up in the car.

Two "kla" sounds, the car windows were shattered, and a big hole was broken by him in the wall of the luxury car compartment.

He Mingchi, who was standing next to the car, did not notice the movement behind him, and his right hand was exerting force due to tension. His knuckles were deeply trapped in the flesh. The two looked at the side door of Qingmengzhai in surprise and shouted incredibly: "Divine Art."

...

On the blue brick floor in front of the Qingmengzhai side door.

A shrill scream rang out.

The thousands of rays of light on Qin Jie's sword hit Li Fengyun's face like fire. The pure radiance of Haotian reflected into his eyelids and then pierced into his sea of ​​consciousness, causing him a severe pain.

However, there was a real severe pain in his eyes. Any light disappeared in an instant.

The world became dark. No matter how firm his sword heart was, he could not help but feel refreshed. The sword force was sudden.

The talisman knife in Qin Jie's hand slashed on Li Fengyun's sword.

The sword is against the will of heaven.

The wind and thunder on the tip of Li Fengyun’s sword.

It immediately flew ashes and disappeared like smoke.

It seemed like the burning talisman knife continued to cut down.

The sword in Li Fengyun's hand turned into countless pieces indirectly.

The sword force continues.

Qin Jie closed his eyes and showed his sword. He only knew Li Fengyun's original position. So when the talisman knife fell, he did not hit Li Fengyun's body that was retreating. Instead, he cut it on the blue brick floor.

But just cut it down. That's enough.

The burning talisman knife was so heavy that it slashed on the ground, splashing countless sparks. The brilliance of the sword suddenly burst out and turned into a terrifying smell of heaven and earth. It hit Li Fengyun from the air.

The wind is calm.

In this extremely odor of heaven and earth, Li Fengyun's body was like a sandbag in a hurricane. It flew lightly and slanted and fell heavily onto the hard ground. It tumbling in a mess for more than ten rounds. It stopped until it hit a peach tree under the hillside.

I could only hear a "Kala" sound. I don't know if it was the peach tree or his bones were broken.

Li Fengyun held the peach tree with his trembling right hand and stood up with difficulty.

At this time, his clothes were broken, and blood was flowing, stained with dust, and miserable. The peach blossoms that had been blooming for a while fell like rain. The body was sprinkled on him, three more thicker than the bloody face.

The most terrifying thing is that his eyes looked as intact as before, and even had the cold sword intent at the beginning. However, when he looked at his blank expression, he could not see anything.

In a moment, Li Fengyun finally woke up from his confused mental state. However, he woke up and began to be afraid. Because he was extremely afraid, he began to be crazy.

He looked at the sky without any eyes. He held the remaining hilt in his hand tightly, like holding the last life-saving straw. He kept waving wildly at the surroundings. He shouted at the top of his lungs: "How could you use magic? Who taught you magic?"...

There was a dead silence outside the side door of Qingmengzhai.

There was no sound outside the blue brick floor or the vehicle room beside the official road.

Only Li Fengyun roared with a shrill sound, constantly returning.

The cultivators from various sects were shocked and speechless.

In their opinion, Qin Jie had no reason to win in this battle today, especially when Li Fengyun showed up in a powerful realm before the battle, they thought that even if Qin Jie was in seclusion in the back mountain of Qingmengzhai, he would not be the opponent of this young strong man in Beiling.

No one expected that the battle would begin so simply and end so violently. The scene of Li Fengyun flying out miserably at the end happened in front of them.

Could this be the sensational combination of fuwu and martial arts that has been circulating these days?

Could it be that Qin Jie was really practicing both Fuwu and Wu in seclusion in Qingmengzhai? And he was successful?

The cultivators on the side of the official road were shocked and thought.

The people watching the battle outside the side door didn't think anything at all. They couldn't understand the previous battle between the powerful cultivators. However, in the hearts of ordinary people, the students of Qingmengzhai were all almost like gods. It was natural to defeat the swordsman from Beiling.

The reason why the scene was dead silent was at the beginning because the battle ended too quickly. People didn't have time to be excited. When they wanted to cheer, they saw Li Fengyun's miserable situation and heard his shrill shouts like crazy, crying and complaining.

They worship the strong and sympathize with the weak. They have no fondness for this Beiling man who dared to issue a challenge letter to Qingmengzhai. However, at this moment, they looked at the other person who was so powerful that they were blind and miserable. They couldn't help but feel compassionate. They actually remained silent together...

"How come you know the magical arts?"

Li Fengyun stood under the peach tree, staring at the sky with his godless eyes, holding the remaining hilt in his hand tightly. He finally felt a little more awake than before.

The face was frightened and extremely unwilling.

He suddenly became angry again. He held the hilt of the sword like a madman and slashed around, shouting loudly: "I'm not willing to give up. Qin Jie, where are you? Come and fight me again."

Li Fengyun was indeed very unwilling to accept it. Especially after finding out that he was blind, his unwillingness became more and more intense. He turned sadness and helplessness into anger.

He is the younger brother of Li Shan, the world's most powerful swordsman. He is the destined leader of the new generation of disciples of Beiling Jiange. Even the third senior brother of Qingmengzhai believes that he does have the potential to catch up with Li Shan.

From the simple sword at the beginning.

It can be seen that his cultivation in swordsmanship is indeed extremely terrifying. From the theory of strength realm alone.

It is definitely not weaker than Qin Jie. Even if he may be defeated due to a temporary failure in the battle, he should never be defeated so miserably. He has no power to fight back.

Li Fengyun used to believe that Qin Jie was able to defeat Yun Zhengming.

The victory over Guanhai and kill Daoshi is not because he is stronger than these people, but because he has good luck and is insidious and cunning.

He prepared for this battle for three months, regardless of whether Qin Jie used the terrifying talisman gun.

It was also the talisman left by He Fei in the rumor. He had already prepared the means to deal with it.

However, he never expected that Qin Jie actually used a knife.

From the beginning to the end of the battle, he only uses a knife.

Only one knife was used.

Li Fengyun firmly believes that if this is not the case.

If Qin Jie hadn't insidiously hid the Haotian Divine Light in the knife, he would never have lost so miserably.

Looking at the dark night in front of him and recalling the previous battle, he was in a state of grief and anger, and felt increasingly unwilling to accept it. He thought that if he fought again, he would definitely win.

Li Fengyun held the peach tree.

The godless eyes didn't know where they fell. They held the remaining hilt in their hands.

He shouted in a trembling voice in the direction of the hillside: "Come on. Let's fight again."

Qin Jie looked at him quietly.

Suddenly he spoke, "You have lost. Why should I fight you?"

Li Fengyun listened to his voice and turned around quickly. He looked over with his terrifying white pupils. But he almost fell down and shouted sternly: "Because you take advantage of your skills, I don't accept it."

Qin Jie looked at him and said calmly: "Where did I take the opportunity?"

Li Fengyun trembled and stroked the slightly rough trunk of the peach tree with his left hand. He wanted to hold it tighter and make his body more stable. He said with a trembling voice: "This is Qingmengzhai. And you..."

Before he finished speaking, Qin Jie asked first: "Qingmengzhai. Do you think I, a student of Qingmengzhai, have gained the advantage of the territory. We are in the south of Chang'an. We are all from the Heavenly Dao Alliance. So you have lost the harmony. Or is it the day when I break through the barrier. It happened to be the moment when my energy is fullest. So you have lost the time."

Looking at the resentful expression on his face, Qin Jie laughed sarcastically and said, "Don't forget. You were blocking the door of my Qingmengzhai for three months. The whole world knows that you are waiting for the day when I break through the barrier. So you originally chose the location of this battle yourself. The time you also chose. So why don't you accept it?"

Li Fengyun's body trembled slightly. The blood in the torn garment room was mixed with dust and dripped to the ground.

Qin Jie has never had any sympathy for the enemy. Although he turned around in front of Zhang Chuchu today and did not take out such a thing, it was equivalent to saving the other party a life in advance. But his purpose was to make the other party feel more uncomfortable than to die. So how can there be less mental blows after victory?

"So if you are dissatisfied, the object you dissatisfied should not be me, but your stupid thinking ability. You shouldn't be blocked outside my Qingmengzhai Gate to provoke our pride. You shouldn't have taken out Tang Tian's sword to provoke my murderous intention."

Hearing this sentence, Li Fengyun suddenly laughed wildly. His nose and tears were squirting across his face. He pointed at Qin Jie with the remaining sword hilt in his hand. He shouted: "I know you are cold-blooded and ruthless. But I didn't expect that you would underestimate your ruthlessness. You clearly saw Tang Tian's sword in my hand, but you didn't care about the safety of the person who once had kindness to you. There was no gap in your mind. What I have been focusing on for many years on sword cultivation is that the sword heart is as iron as iron. Today, I meet someone more cruel than me. I shouldn't be dissatisfied with defeat in your hands."

The proud young strong man from Beiling finally said the word "Person" for the first time after his failure today. However, this voice of "Person" is still very resentful and full of despair. Mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net
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