Qin Fengming had seen the mandrill's magical red eyes in a previous fight. He easily intercepted Qiongqi at that time.
Seeing him again this time, Qin Fengming was equally shocked.
The power displayed by the sharp red sword blades released by the two red horses has obviously surged nearly twice as much as before.
Qin Fengming was so powerful at this time that he used the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword's ice and fire soul-strike magical power with all his strength. Its power was so powerful that even those in the early stage of Xuan level would definitely avoid its edge and not dare to use ordinary means to resist it.
However, the mandrill was able to resist it with the help of his magical eyes. This shocked Qin Fengming.
Looking at Mandrill at this moment, he didn't feel that Mandrill had reached the late stage of spiritual connection, but the power of the two attacks it launched was twice as powerful as before.
If Qin Fengming hadn't advanced to the pinnacle of spiritual communication at this moment, all kinds of secret arts and magical powers would have been refined again.
Thinking about it now, he didn't dare to be sure whether he could withstand these two waves of attacks from the mandrill when he was just in the early stages of becoming a god.
As a cloud of sword rain enveloped the huge sword lotus, there was a crackling sound, and accompanied by the roar, waves of terrifying energy shocks quickly filled the air.
The surrounding rocks collapsed, and in the dazzling rays of light, two waves of majestic attacks disappeared at the same time.
"Well, it seems that your strength has greatly increased over the years since you were sealed. It is really rare to be able to withstand Qin's magical sword attack."
The sword lotus dissipated, Qin Fengming did not take action again, but looked at the mandrill and said softly.
Qin Fengming didn't need to test Mandrill's ability to subdue the monsters. The terrifying aura that Mandrill released at the beginning was comparable to the realm of the soul in the late Xuan Stage. He almost couldn't make it, let alone other monsters.
Apart from the ability to control monsters, the mandrill's own powerful attack methods are not comparable to those of monsters or monks of the same level.
At least Qin Fengming was convinced that very few monks of the same level he had encountered could last long in front of this mandrill.
The long sword in his hand pointed at the mandrill, but Qin Fengming did not attack first.
Although he was surprised by Mandrill's strength, in his eyes, such a powerful Mandrill was no longer an existence that he needed to pay much attention to at this moment.
The mandrill with red eyes looked at Qin Fengming, with a fierce look on his withered face.
With Mandrill's intelligence, of course he knows that he is no match for the young man in front of him at this moment. However, although he has intelligence, his nature is very cruel. If you want him to completely admit defeat at this time, it is impossible with Mandrill's aggressive nature.
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Staring at Qin Fengming, the tall mandrill's red eyes flashed with red light, a fierce aura filled the air, and bursts of low roars came from his throat.
Seeing the mandrill in such a state, Qin Fengming couldn't help but become wary.
Physically attacking, mandrill would not do this. At first it did not have the upper hand in the physical attack, but now the gap between the two sides reversed. With mandrill's intelligence, he naturally knew that he would not take advantage.
Excluding physical attacks, the two powerful magical powers that Mandrill had used before could be said to have no effect on Qin Fengming. As for the sonic energy in its roar, it did not bother Qin Fengming at all.
Qin Fengming was very curious, wondering what other methods this mandrill had not used before.
When Qin Fengming stared at the mandrill, the mandrill, whose eyes flashed fiercely, finally began to move.
His hands danced randomly, and the giant palm-like hands flexed, stretched, and swayed rapidly in the air, as if they were randomly grabbing the mist in the air.
Blue light flashed in his eyes, but Qin Fengming's brows furrowed sharply.
From what he could see with clear eyes, the mandrill that seemed to be grasping from the void without any rules was actually casting some kind of powerful spell.
As its hands danced, runes and spells that were invisible to the naked eye quickly appeared from its fingertips.
A series of spells flashed, and soon they gathered into a huge spherical object in front of the tall mandrill.
"Quack!~~" A series of obscure and strange words suddenly roared out from the mouth of the tall mandrill. As he spoke, one of his fingers stretched out and shook it in front of Qin Fengming.
Then he looked at Qin Fengming, but he did not immediately use the magical power that he had successfully activated.
Qin Fengming frowned slightly, with a thoughtful look in his eyes. Judging from the mandrill's movements just now, it was obvious that he was telling him something.
"You mean one strike determines the outcome?" Suddenly, Qin Fengming's expression relaxed and he suddenly said.
The mandrill was extremely cooperative. As soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, he immediately moved his huge head.
"Okay, let's decide the outcome with one blow." Seeing Mandrill's admission, Qin Fengming naturally wouldn't refuse and agreed happily.
As soon as Qin Fengming finished speaking, a horrifying howl of wind suddenly sounded from the front, and a terrifying wave of vitality suddenly appeared in front of him.
I saw a ball of black energy quickly appearing in front of the mandrill.
The energy of heaven and earth within a radius of dozens of miles gathered rapidly like a summoned bird.
In just one breath, a huge ball of black energy several feet in size was formed in front of the mandrill.
Holding up his hands, a terrifying energy filled the air, and the huge black ball suddenly covered Qin Fengming, who was suspended in the air, like a hill.
Just when the tall mandrill held up the huge ball with both hands, a strange aura without energy fluctuations permeated the place where Qin Fengming stood.
As soon as his breath surged, Qin Fengming felt as if the terrifying pressure of a heavy mountain suddenly hit his body, acting on his body in an instant.
Upon sensing this, Qin Fengming suddenly felt a chill in his heart.
However, when he sensed the heavy pressure hitting him, he did not experience any change in his state of mind, nor did he feel panic at all. However, the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword in his hand quickly flashed in front of him.
At this moment, Qin Fengming also felt in his heart that the mandrill's attack was extraordinary. If he wanted to resist, he would have to go all out.
The tip of the sword slid rapidly in the air, and a dazzling array of threads appeared in front of him in an instant.
Silver threads flashed, and wisps of cyan halo flashed within them. A sharp aura, contained in the intertwining of cold and fiery aura, suddenly appeared on the spot.
Qin Fengming did not dare to be careless. Facing Mandrill's blow, he also activated the magical power of the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword's awning into silk.
Although this magical swordsmanship is not the strongest attack of the Xuanwei Qingyan Sword, Qin Fengming thought in his mind that with this, he should be able to resist the attack of the mandrill, which is only in the realm of the gods.
Just when Qin Fengming turned his sword light into silk, forming two huge silver silk nets, and heading towards the huge black ball, the black ball that suddenly shot towards him suddenly flashed with black light, and a wave of black light suddenly shot up.
Brutal energy suddenly surged out of the sphere.
"Boom!~~" With an explosion, the huge black ball suddenly exploded on its own...