Qin Jiuyin laughed crazily, with a sarcastic look on his face, "Feng Ziyue, if you had not lost your profound energy and your sword skills were so uncanny, I would still be afraid of you. But now you have gone crazy, and your entire body of profound energy has collapsed.
You are worse than an ordinary person! Am I still afraid of you?"
He took back his right palm and gently licked the blood from the severed finger.
"Blood for blood, I have to settle the revenge of my broken finger with you!"
"The frog at the bottom of the well!" Feng Ziyue, not to be outdone, stood with his sword in hand and sneered, "Do you think all swordsmanship in the world relies on Xuan Qi?"
He slowly lifted the iron sword in his hand and pointed it directly at Qin Jiuyin's throat.
"Xue'er, please step back..."
"Um……"
Xue'er was scared and took a few steps back, but then looked at her brother worriedly.
Feng Ziyue said softly: "Don't worry, Xue'er, my brother killed this evil man and came to play with you. You go and see Xueqiu's injury first."
The silver wolf was beaten on the mountain wall by Qin Jiuyin, and he didn't know how injured he was. Xue'er remembered it, exclaimed, ran to pick it up, feeling heartbroken, stroking it and crying.
Qin Jiuyin saw Feng Ziyue's pretentiousness and sneered silently.
In his eyes, Feng Ziyue's brother and sister are already meat on the chopping block and are nothing to be afraid of. Feng Ziyue's arrogant words about Yan Yan don't take it to heart.
"The sword itself is a killing weapon..."
Feng Ziyue stared at him and slowly raised his sword. His aura continued to rise, "The way of swordsmanship is mysterious. If you can combine the mysterious energy, you can certainly produce peak swordsmanship, but killing you is like killing a dog, so why bother?"
Want to reach the top?"
"With just one single strike of my sword, I can kill you!"
Feng Ziyue's eyes were blood red, but his expression was unusually calm. More and more blood was spilling out of his mouth and nose, and he looked like he might collapse at any moment.
But at this moment, Qin Jiuyin suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
This kid...
"Although you have seen the Death of the Seven Eagles, you must have never seen this sword up close. Then count yourself lucky and take another look!"
Something weird...
Qin Jiuyin's heart trembled, and he fought back, but his eyes were already enveloped by the sword light that filled the sky.
Kill Tiangang with one sword!
An extremely fast sword can harvest a person's life just like a flower blooming and falling in just a moment!
The sword light scattered and the heads fell to the ground!
Qin Jiuyin's headless body stood there blankly and slowly fell down.
Feng Ziyue coughed, and red blood spurted out from his mouth. He knelt down and propped himself on the ground with his sword!
"elder brother!"
Xue'er burst out with a shrill cry, and Feng Ziyue waved his left palm, "Don't come over!"
The enemy is not dead yet!
Although it was clear that the other party's head had fallen to the ground, Feng Ziyue clearly felt that Qin Jiuyin did not die, but escaped this disaster in some strange way!
"Hahahaha!" Qin Jiuyin's sad laughter came from somewhere.
"What a powerful swordsmanship, what a powerful vision. Boy, if you hadn't met me, your achievements in the future would be really limitless..."
From the hiding place, Qin Jiuyin slowly appeared, completely unscathed, with a strange smile on his face.
The headless corpse in front of him showed a strange gray-blue color, disintegrated rapidly, and in a moment, turned into ice chips on the ground.
"I didn't expect that you would be able to cultivate the fourth level of Xuan Bing Yin Sha Jin's Xuan Bing Yin body at the level of a warrior. It's beyond my expectation..."
Feng Ziyue's face was pale, and the blood dripping from his mouth and nose had stained the clothes on his chest red.
"Young Master Feng actually recognizes such a small trick, it's really amazing..." Qin Jiuyin's expression was gloomy, "But how can everything go as expected? After all, Young Master Feng, you are not a sage who can predict things like a god!"
The Xuan Bing Yin body is a life-saving means of Xuan Bing Yin's evil force. When encountering danger, you can use the cold Xuan Qi accumulated in the body to gather into a human body and take the sword instead. The higher the cultivation level, the Xuan Bing Yin
The role of the body becomes broader.
Qin Jiuyin was not at the level of a warrior, but he had already cultivated the Xuan Bing Yin Sha Jin to the fourth level. He relied on this Xuan Bing Yin body to avoid the soul-chasing and life-killing sword of Tiangang.
"After all, the sword is not fast enough..."
Today's One Sword Cutting Tiangang is far from perfect. If it reaches its peak, it should be able to cut off the opponent's head before the enemy can react.
Allowing the opponent to use his life-saving skills shows that his sword is far from reaching its peak.
Feng Ziyue coughed lightly and couldn't stop the bleeding from his mouth and nose, but there was a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.
"Okay!" He said softly.
"What?" Qin Jiuyin looked in surprise at Feng Ziyue, who he thought had exhausted all his energy and was on the verge of death. He actually stood up reluctantly. Although his body was still shaking and his orifices were bleeding, his face was full of blood.
And with a weird smile.
"Death is imminent! Why are you laughing?"
Qin Jiuyin felt distressed in his chest, but he was convinced that this boy had absolutely no power to resist.
Feng Ziyue is like a candle in the wind, crumbling, but with a wide smile.
"What I'm laughing at is that I just said that I would cut you into pieces. If you died under the sword that cut the Tiangang just now, wouldn't I have to spend some time to chop you into pieces? This thing is really boring.
, you are not stewed meat, you can’t eat it even if you chop it into pieces..."
"What are you talking about?" Qin Jiuyin looked at the half-dead young man in shock. He had only one breath left, but he was still talking nonsense, and his whole body was full of fighting spirit.
Is he a human or a monster?
Or is he simply an incorrigible lunatic?
Qin Jiuyin didn't understand that Feng Ziyue's sword intention was unyielding.
The stronger the enemy, the stronger he becomes, and he will never give up.
Before Feng Ziyue received the title of Sword God, for a long time he was called Crazy Yue by people in the martial arts world.
Not afraid of death, not afraid of defeat, even though he died nine times, he never regretted it. He is as pervasive as a poisonous snake. As long as you slack off a little, his sword can cut your throat.
At that time, he had no relatives and no worries. He only focused on swordsmanship and had no regard for life and death. His fighting style that was not afraid of life and death frightened countless masters, so they gave him the name of a madman.
A madman dances with his sword, and thousands of armies fight against the enemy.
But now Feng Ziyue has transcended this realm.
Because there are countless people behind him to protect, his sword intention becomes even more unyielding.
He cannot die, nor can he be defeated!
From this iron sword, infinite power can burst out!
Feng Ziyue smiled coldly and raised his sword again. For a moment, he seemed to be completely unaffected by the rush of profound energy all over his body. He stood as straight as a javelin again, and the hand holding the sword was firmer than ever before.
"Qin Jiuyin, you should feel honored."
"You are the first person in this world to see the second form of my Sword God Technique!"
