Although Qin Fengming didn't know what kind of injuries the two powerful men had suffered, he had always been thoughtful. He could clearly hear something from the words of the middle-aged man named Bao just now.
If two late-stage psychic powers were at their peak, there would be no need to threaten them, they could just come up and capture them.
At this moment, he actually said that he could leave alive as long as he handed over Xumi Cave. This seemed like a threat, but in fact it was a sign of weakness.
Suddenly, his eyes flashed with brilliance, and he looked at the two powerful men with a look of perseverance.
The two late-stage psychic masters saw that Qin Fengming was still so calm under their own pressure, and they quickly realized their situation, and they felt shocked and angry in their hearts.
As powerful spiritual masters, the two of them naturally have arrogance. They cannot lose face in front of a junior who is only at the top of the aggregation.
Saying this sternly, the middle-aged monk swayed and disappeared without a trace.
Facing a powerful late-stage psychic being, Qin Fengming did not dare to be cautious at all. Seeing the opponent's figure disappear, his hands were already waving out, and the clear sword light, like a violent storm, quickly covered a hundred feet in front of him.
shrouded in it.
The magic formula surged in the body, colorful rays of light flashed, and the body was already retreating quickly towards the rear.
There was a banging sound, and a figure was finally broken out of its rapid state by the sword light that covered the sky and the sun. The figure of the middle-aged monk reappeared on the spot.
In less than an instant, the middle-aged man had already crossed a distance of three to four hundred feet and reached a position that Qin Fengming could not reach when he was standing before. With such rapid movements, if it were another aggregation cultivator, he would not be able to withstand it at this moment.
How many attacks did the opponent make?
The middle-aged man in the late stage of spiritual mastery obviously did not expect that Qin Fengming would be able to force him out of his rapid movement.
After waving his hand to break away several rays of Qing Yan's sword light, he did not attack again. He just looked at Qin Fengming with a strange look on his face, who had already retreated two to three hundred feet away, but did not move away.
The five-colored sword light that covered half of the sky contained a powerful attack power that penetrated directly into the sea of consciousness. It seemed to have a strong restraint effect on his own skills, which greatly surprised the middle-aged powerful man.
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Although the secret technique is not weak, it will not worry the middle-aged people who are in the late stage of spiritual communication.
But he also understood that if the two of them were in the same realm at this time, facing this wave of attacks from the other side, he would have to go all out to resist it.
"No wonder you dare to face the two of us. It turns out that you really have some tricks. It's rare for you to escape my blow. I wonder if you can still escape the next blow?"
The pause is only a momentary thing. It seems that the pause in middle age is to accumulate strength secretly.
As soon as he finished speaking, a thick black mist suddenly appeared from above the middle-aged body. The mist swept towards Qin Fengming at an extremely terrifying speed.
The magic formula in his body was stirring rapidly, and Qin Fengming wanted to control the Xuanfeng Aotian Jue and retreat again.
But Qin Fengming only felt a sudden chill on his back, and a terrifying icy cold energy swept behind him and swept towards him.
The mist filled the air, and the area thousands of feet around him was instantly shrouded in thick mist.
Facing the sudden appearance of the cold fog, Qin Fengming suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
The magic power surged in the body, and the Xuanfeng Aotian Jue was unleashed with all its strength. A faint clear cry resounded, and a ball of colorful glow suddenly appeared around Qin Fengming.
What shocked Qin Fengming, who had used all his strength to activate powerful escape techniques, was that the powerful secret technique that could have concealed his body and quickly escaped failed to succeed this time.
As the mist swept across, his figure was actually blocked.
The powerful Xuanfeng Aotian Jue was actually destroyed by the thick mist.
It is true that Xuanfeng Aotian Jue is powerful, but Qin Fengming's level of cultivation is too low after all. The huge level gap cannot be easily smoothed out.
Feeling that his body was being suppressed, Qin Fengming already understood in his heart that it was impossible for him to escape using the escape technique. And he had not escaped directly before because he knew that under the opponent's lock, as long as he dared to stay away, he would surely be killed.
Will be attacked by thunderbolt.
And when he is harnessing the Xuanfeng Aotian Jue to escape, it will be difficult to use other secret techniques at the same time.
If he is really attacked by the opponent's powerful secret technique, he will have no power to fight back, so he has to stop and confront the opponent again. When the opponent's attack is revealed, he can escape with all his strength.
At this time, falling into the other party's mist, Qin Fengming once again gained a deep understanding of the methods of the late-stage cultivators.
If you fight with them within a range of hundreds, any of the opponent's secret arts and magical powers can be said to be available in an instant. If you want to fight with a late-stage spiritual cultivator in the future, the safe distance must be a thousand feet away.
Only with this distance can he possibly activate various means to deal with the opponent's attack.
Falling into the other party's mist, although Qin Fengming was shocked, he was not really panicked and helpless.
The mana in the body surged, a magical sound resounded, and a majestic energy wave spurted out from the thick mist.
Colorful rays of light flashed, and a huge figure suddenly appeared in the mist.
Faced with two monks who were in the late stage of spiritual mastery or above, Qin Fengming did not dare to be cautious at all. Therefore, as soon as he came up, he sacrificed the body of Chi You's true magic skill that he relied on very much at this time.
"Hey, I never thought that a mere gathering person would actually practice the magical power of the Dharma Body that even I have never practiced. It's just that your Dharma Body at this time is only at a low-level stage. You dare to use such a method in the world.
You are showing off in front of me, do you really think you can be my opponent?"
Seeing a tall figure several feet tall emerging from the mist, a soft moan sounded from the old man's mouth.
There are not many magical powers in the world of cultivators, and those who have successfully cultivated them are extremely rare. It is obvious that the two great masters who are in the late stages of spiritual enlightenment and at the top have never practiced this kind of magical power.
Although he was slightly surprised by Qin Fengming's Dharmakaya magical power, the middle-aged man still had a look of contempt.
Pointing his finger, the thick mist surrounding Qin Fengming suddenly surged up. The mist that spread over a thousand feet suddenly condensed rapidly, and a terrifying and strange roar resounded.
The mist condensed, and a dark figure as tall as Qin Fengming's body appeared on the scene.
The tall figure was wrapped in a layer of pitch-black mist, and it was not possible to see the specific facial features. However, Qin Fengming felt that the energy pressure exuded by the tall figure in front of him was also that of a person in the late stage of spiritual enlightenment.
This figure is obviously the condensed form of the middle-aged secret skill.
The middle-aged man knew very well that although the opponent was a junior, since he was able to display the magical power of Dharmakaya, he was definitely not an ordinary person. If he wanted to kill him as soon as possible, he could only use his own powerful means.
As a person in the late stage of spiritual communication, the middle-aged man did not think that an aggregation monk could resist his secret attack.
With a flick of his finger, the tall figure flashed and flew directly towards Qin Fengming.
The tall figure, which was several feet tall, only swayed slightly, and reached a few dozen feet in front of Qin Fengming. He waved his huge palms, and suddenly two huge fist shadows like hills came towards Qin Fengming one after another, half of them.
The sky was almost entirely covered by a huge strong wind.
With one powerful blow, Qin Fengming's tall figure was crushed on the spot.