The speed of the sword blade was beyond description in words. Almost as soon as it flashed out of the clouds in the sky, it was already above Qin Fengming's head.
The most bizarre thing is that during the flight of the sword blade, there was no sound at all, and no strong energy fluctuations flashed. It was as if it was just a phantom and did not exist at all.
Faced with such a rapid attack, even a person in the middle or even late stage of spiritual connection would be able to avoid it only on his fingers.
In order to be able to sense this attack early, unless Qin Fengming had already locked onto the white cloud above his head in advance.
Is such a thing possible? Is it possible that someone would always focus on the white clouds above their heads?
The answer should be no. No one can do this all the time. Especially when he has just shown his power and killed a powerful enemy.
But at this time, Qin Fengming was an alien among the impossible.
Not only did he lock the blue sword blade when it flashed out, but when the sword blade struck the top of his head, he waved a treasure-transforming ghost refining secret technique.
As his right hand was swung out, a roar of a beast was heard. The terrifying monster that had just disappeared reappeared in mid-air.
Amidst the beast's roar, the ferocious monster flew upwards, directly facing the slashing blade.
"Bang!" A muffled sound that seemed to be accompanied by a golden sword resounded, and a three-foot-long slender sword flashing blue light suddenly struck the back of the monster that suddenly appeared.
A blue light bounced away, flashed, and disappeared into the white clouds above again.
"Hmph, who is Qin? It turns out he is from the Dark Palace. I didn't expect that a blue swordsman would take action this time. But looking at the power you have shown, you are just a peak convergence monk. That's it.
With your cultivation level, if you want to kill Qin, it’s hard for you to do it.”
Looking up at the white clouds above his head, Qin Fengming's expression did not show any strange look. It seemed that the blow just now was not in his eyes at all.
"Junior's methods are really amazing. Even though he was poisoned by the poison that restricted his magic power, he was still able to withstand this attack from me. It seems that Yang Li was injured in your hands, and you brought it on yourself. But now you have no magic power.
With this kind of pure soul secret technique, I wonder how many times you can perform this kind of attack."
Following Qin Fengming's words, a voice immediately resounded. This Dark Temple monk had a vicious vision. He knew that Qin Fengming's soul secret technique was terrifying, but it was extremely draining of his own soul power.
The old man's voice was ethereal, as if it was close to his ears, yet far away in the horizon, making it difficult for his consciousness to lock onto it.
Qin Fengming had already seen this kind of weird secret technique before, so his expression remained calm.
"You will only know how many attacks you have tried. But now you will no longer have such a chance." Qin Fengming's tone was extremely calm, and there was an intriguing smile on the corners of his mouth.
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As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of dark mist suddenly appeared on the spot, and a majestic pressure of energy suddenly appeared beside Qin Fengming. At the same time, an extremely cold aura also appeared in the air.
"How is this possible? You...how come you have a person who is in the middle stage of spiritual enlightenment beside you? I have been with you since I left Black Mist Island. How come you have such a powerful helper by your side.
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An incredible exclamation resounded, as if a monk suddenly appeared on the spot, shocking everyone in the Dark Hall.
The one who appeared was of course He Xuan, who had recovered his physical body.
Hexuan lost his body in the battle with Haiming, but after receiving a large amount of elixirs and soul essence from Qin Fengming, Hexuan finally used one of his own secret techniques to re-condensate his body.
The reason why he chose to spend tens or even hundreds of years taking the risk to re-condensate his physical body was to ensure that his own cultivation level would not decline.
Hexuan's own realm has reached the peak of the early stage of spiritual enlightenment, and he already had the opportunity to break through.
This time in the Black Mist Island, he re-condensed his physical body, and while he and Qin Fengming were stranded in that weird illusion for decades, they actually broke through to the middle stage of divine connection in one fell swoop.
Facing the Lingxu Sect monk, Qin Fengming did not let He Xuan show up. Qin Fengming was convinced that he could fight with him with his own strength. But at this time, facing a blue swordsman from the Dark Palace, under his magical power
With all the losses, he no longer had much chance of winning.
He Xuan, who was hidden in the black mist, appeared and didn't answer at all.
He opened his mouth, and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand. As the mana surged in his body, a huge bronze mirror floated in the air.
As the majestic energy gathered rapidly, a frightening sound of breaking through the sky suddenly resounded, and a red beam of light shot out from the mist, suddenly shining towards the white clouds in the sky.
As the red light passed by, the void was distorted.
Huge and mysterious runes loomed in the red light, and an extremely terrifying and dangerous aura filled the air.
This bronze mirror magic weapon is He Xuan's destiny, and it is also an imitation of a spiritual treasure refined by ancient monks. After He Xuan got it, he used it as his destiny to sacrifice. Although it cannot be compared with
Other magic weapons can generally be advanced along with one's own cultivation level. However, when used at this time, they are much more powerful than the natal objects of monks of the same level.
As long as we can find suitable materials in the future, it doesn't mean that we can't continue to advance.
Red light lasered, and a huge hole suddenly appeared in the white clouds.
He Xuan's blow did not kill the blue swordsman, but a figure flashed out in Qin Fengming's consciousness.
But just when he was about to lock it, the figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.
Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire the dark secret magic power of the monks from the Dark Temple. At this moment, his huge spiritual power, which was comparable to that of the monks at the top of the Gods, was unable to lock it.
Just when Qin Fengming was stunned, he saw that the crimson light pillar in the air did not dissipate after one strike, but suddenly swept across the air repeatedly like a huge crimson stick.
In an instant, the huge white clouds in the sky immediately became fragmented.
"Fellow Daoist He, please stop, that Dark Temple monk is too weird and has already escaped." Qin Fengming spoke out as he looked at the clouds and mists swept across by the red beam of light.
"Friend Dark Hall, the person who issued the reward for assassinating Qin has been killed by Qin at this time. I hope this matter will be dropped. Otherwise, if you want to assassinate Qin next time, you must be prepared to die.
Prepare."
Although he was not blessed by majestic spiritual power, Qin Fengming's words still spread far.
Facing the entanglement in the Dark Palace, Qin Fengming also had a big headache. This time he could sense danger approaching, probably because he had not relaxed his vigilance after the battle just now.
If at other times, he was not sure whether he would be able to react the moment the opponent launched the attack.
But what Qin Fengming didn't know was that the assassination targeting him at this time was no longer related to the reward offered by Zhang Aochun. Instead, it was an order personally issued by an ancestor of the Dark Palace.