Qi An easily resisted Feng Feijian's attack, and his confidence increased greatly, thinking that most of the ten moves had passed, and there should be no problem now.

But he really underestimated the strength of the Qi Condensation Peak Cultivator, although Feng Feijian used all his strength in the last blow, it was a simple Qi strength attack, and the Qi Transformation Soldier, which was the most powerful Qi Condensing Peak Cultivator, he hadn't used it yet!

Feng Feijian didn't plan to keep his hand, Qi An blocked his attack again and again, which made him a little annoyed, so he put away the mentality of the cat playing with rats, and directly sacrificed the means of turning qi into soldiers, only to see the black light shining between his five fingers, and a rich black energy slowly emerged from his palm, and then grew rapidly like a germinated seed, and soon condensed into a black long sword like a substance, and black mist continued to emerge from the sword body, which was very weird.

Qi An didn't dare to slack off, he was on guard, after all, it was the first time to face the Qi Transformation Soldier of the Qi Condensation Peak Cultivator, whether he could stop it, he didn't have a score in his heart.

Hiding must not be able to dodge, Qi An has never been known for his speed, Feng Feijian is three small realms higher than him, and his speed far exceeds his movement speed, and he can only rely on Mo Lingru Serie A to resist.

The gas into a soldier can be used in combination with the internal qi and the external release, that is to say, after condensing the qi soldier, and then use the qi soldier to release the qi energy attack in the air, but its power can only be regarded as the degree of internal qi release, which is weaker than directly using the qi soldier to slash, so for the peak monk of the condensation qi, the best way to give full play to the power of the qi into a soldier is melee combat, Feng Feijian has condensed the qi sword, he will no longer use long-range qi to attack, but directly bully Qi An, holding the qi sword, swinging the sword and stabbing directly, the qi sword is like turning into a black light smoke, and the speed is amazingly fast。

Qi An shouted, and a very fast drill punch was unleashed, attacking and attacking, and the fist met the tip of the stabbing sword, fast and accurate, and it was exactly the same.

With a soft sound of "snort", at least one-third of the front end of the black air sword "pierced" into Qi An's fist, but it was not really pierced, the air sword was condensed by true qi after all, and it was not an indestructible magic weapon, although it was like a sword, it would also be shocked back into the air shape under a strong blow, so it looked like a black long sword pierced into Qi An's fist, but in fact, it was Qi An's fist that shattered the tip of the sword, and the tip of the air sword turned into black mist and dissipated.

But don't think that Qi An has the advantage, in fact, Feng Feijian is not damaged, he only consumes a part of his true qi, but Qi An's fist is as if he was really stabbed by the tip of the sword, it hurts his heart, and a soft and invisible feminine force penetrates into his body through Mo Lingru's Yi Jia, cutting and destroying his palm and even his arm from the inside, which proves that Mo Lingru Yi Jia has not completely absorbed the power of Feng Feijian's qi sword, and there is still some true energy that invades and causes damage to him.

If he were to change to a Qi Refining Cultivator, it was estimated that he would be able to abolish his arm in one fell swoop, but Qi An was a Body Refining Cultivator, and his own defense was extremely strong, and it was difficult for the feminine true energy that came through him to cause substantial damage to him, not to mention that he also had the help of the Spirit Devouring Demon Fire, so he didn't care about the feminine energy that invaded his body at all.

But Feng Feijian learned well this time, and he didn't stop after a sword stab, and then he sharpened the horizontal sword, and at this time, Qi An's drill fist had just smashed that stab, and he didn't have time to retract it, and the black long sword that re-condensed the tip of the sword was cut from the side again.

Qi An could only meet the attack with his left fist, as if sealed, and used unloading means, but without the protection of Mo Lingru Yi Jia, he couldn't resist Feng Feijian's qi magic weapon at all, and the black long sword slashed fiercely on Qi An's left arm, and immediately exploded into a cloud of black smoke, wrapped around Qi An's arm and eroded wildly, and when the black smoke dissipated, he saw that Qi An's entire arm was covered with cracks, like porcelain about to break, and the cracks were full of bright red color, which was shocking.

Two frightened and anxious women's screams sounded at the same time, one voice came from Ouyang Ting, and the other voice came from Qin Xiang, they couldn't help but want to rush forward when they saw Qi An's arm in a miserable state, but Ouyang Ting was dragged by Ouyang Shi, and Mao Buping also stopped in front of Qin Xiang at the same time.

Qi An didn't have time to check the injury on his arm at this moment, Feng Feijian re-condensed the black qi sword and slashed at his head.

This stab, a cut, a slash, three types of chain, in one go, lightning fast, completely overwhelmed Qi An, Feng Feijian is worthy of being a peak condensation monk, once serious, this sword speed is too fast, far more than Qi An, so that Qi An can not make superfluous movements at all, can only barely raise his right arm and put it on his head.

However, it was a line of slowness, and the black air sword had to slash the top of Qi An's head first, and this sword went down, I don't know if it would split Qi An's head in half.

At this critical moment, Feng Feijian's eyes suddenly lost his mind, he was stunned for a moment, and his hand eased for a while, although he regained consciousness immediately afterward, but after all, it affected the speed of the swing, and Qi An's right arm just happened to block the blow before the blade reached him.

It was Ouyang Ting's divine sense impact, she just helped Qi An in secret, causing Feng Feijian's attack to stagnate for a moment, her divine sense impact can basically play a role in monks and martial artists who have not condensed their divine consciousness below the God Refining Realm, but Feng Feijian's cultivation far exceeds that of Li Changsheng, and the sluggish time is shorter, just for a moment.

But the power of this last sword is too great, because Feng Feijian secretly used the True Yuan Secret Technique, which increased the power of this slash by a few percent, and the black long sword condensed by true qi brought up an amazing black afterimage, and slashed at Qi An's right arm, the sleeve of the entire arm exploded, and the arm was violently pressed down by the black sword, and then smashed heavily on Qi An's head, Qi An suddenly seemed to be struck by lightning, his eyes, ears, nostrils, Mouth, these seven orifices flowed blood at the same time, and then his body went limp, fell backwards, and never got up again.

"Qi'an ——!"

Ouyang Ting broke free of Ouyang Shi's palm, pounced on Qi An and helped Qi An up, Fan Teng and the others also stood up and stopped in front of Feng Feijian one after another, only Qin Xiang was dragged by Mao Buping and couldn't move.

Feng Feijian naturally didn't care about the obstruction of this group of ants, but as soon as he took a step forward, he heard Jian Xiu shouting: "Stop! Ten moves have passed, do you want to regret it?"

Feng Feijian was stunned when he heard this, and calculated carefully in his heart, as if he had really completed ten moves, it was not easy to break his promise, and he stopped putting away his sword, if he shot again regardless of his face, he would inevitably provoke ridicule afterwards, it was better to stop in moderation, anyway, he had already cut Jian Xiu's face in front of many people, and let out a bad breath, the purpose of this trip was almost achieved, and the young boy who dared to offend him was also hit hard, and it was unknown whether he could survive or not, this punishment should be enough.

Feng Feijian glared at the seriously injured Qi An and said, "Feng Mou's words are counted, and the ten moves have passed, so I will spare this kid's dog life for the time being!"

After that, Feng Feijian walked up to Feng Yan, the old man in green shirts, made a junior salute, and said respectfully: "Third uncle, there is a position, let's sit down and talk!"

Feng Yan bowed slightly, and the two of them walked to Qi An's table and sat down directly, completely ignoring the Ouyang brothers and sisters and the others.

Qi An, who was bleeding from the seven orifices, was furious, and he couldn't wait to crush Feng Feijian's bones and ashes, and shatter the corpse into thousands of pieces, no matter how good his skills were, he was severely injured by the other party in just ten moves, he knew that he had to endure it at this time, and he must not be brave for a while, because the other party was not just a Feng Feijian, there was also a Feng Yan who was at the peak of refining gods behind him, even if he Qi An had ten thousand lives, he would definitely not be able to shake the two of them.

Qi An swallowed a mouthful of blood foam deeply, forcibly endured the killing intent in his heart, and said to Fan Teng and them in a deep voice: "Let's go!"

Things developed like this, and their gang naturally couldn't stay, and even in order to prevent Feng Feijian from killing again, Fan Teng and the others were also in favor of going first, so Ouyang Shi and Li Hualin supported Qi An left and right, and a group of six people left and left without looking back.

Jian Xiu forgot about their backs with shame in his eyes, and said secretly in his heart: Brother Qi'an, it is Jian who can't stand you and owe you a favor, if you have a fate to meet again in the future, Jian will definitely compensate you!

In fact, Jian Xiu has no choice, although he is a great cultivator of the God Refining Realm, his strength is too different from Feng Yan, and the gap is even greater than the gap between Qi An and Feng Feijian, just because Feng Yan is the peak of God Refining, and his Jian Xiu is only in the early stage of God Refining, which is a difference of three small realms.

Humanity is "a heavy realm and a heavy sky, three realms of mortals and immortals", the difference between the three small realms makes Jian Xiu compare Feng Yan, just like mortals compared to immortals, which can be called a world of difference. And Jian Xiu does not have the ability to cross the border and fight like Qi An, he is only a cultivation genius, not a combat genius, and even the name of genius can only be put to the outside world, in the Five Holy Sects, there are many people who are younger than him and whose cultivation is higher than him, and he is not a genius among the inner disciples of the Five Holy Sects, and it is not as effective as his title of alchemist.

In the cultivation realm, strength determines everything, and the strong can bully the weak at will, such as Feng Feijian bullying Qi An, Qi An can only endure the humiliation and retreat, similarly, Feng Yan is also bullying Jian Xiu, and Jian Xiu can only endure in humiliation the two of them messing around at their wedding banquet.

What will happen to this wedding banquet next, Qi An They don't care anymore, everyone cares about Qi An's injury, his current appearance is very scary, not to mention the bleeding from the seven holes, and one left arm is full of cracks like broken porcelain, which looks extremely terrifying.

Ouyang Ting took out a few healing pills from the storage bag and gave them to Qi An, Fan Teng quickly found a carriage, and everyone carried Qi An to the car, and at the same time prepared to let Bai Jianhong go out of the city immediately and go to the Fufeng Branch to inform Fan Ming of them, but they were stopped by Qi An.

Qi An said: "I'm fine, I can't die from this injury, you don't need to alarm Vice Dean Fan, just find me a quiet place and let me meditate and heal." ”

The crowd saw that his face was calm and his speech was clear, as if his life was in danger, so they obeyed him, and asked the old man who drove the carriage to the post house, where he found a quiet room and let him heal his wounds by luck.