An uncomfortable expression appeared on Yang Qian's face, and Zhou Ming had an impulse to use his mental power to forcibly interrupt Han Sword's mental control over Yang Qianlian. But this was a battle at the spiritual and soul levels, and he didn't know if he could successfully crack the pupil technique of the cold sword.

Although Chen Ziwen had fought with monks with Xuan Pupils before, they all forcibly broke their pupil techniques with spiritual attacks.

Yang Qianlian didn't have a divine sense, and if he added his divine consciousness to it, he didn't know if she would be able to withstand such a fierce spiritual confrontation.

Zhou Ming didn't want to waste any more time, he could see that Yang Qian's whole expression had begun to calm down, and if she continued like this, her final fate would definitely be controlled by the cold sword, and thus become the sword slave of the cold sword.

In Yang Qian's mind, the golden villain of the Cold Sword had already come to her soul, and a terrifying force acted on her soul, completely restraining it.

Han Jian saw that Zhou Ming didn't dare to do anything to himself, so he used the golden pupil on Yang Qian's onion so unscrupulously.

Han Jian didn't know what the relationship between Zhou Ming and Yang Qiancong was, but he could see that Zhou Ming was benevolent and controlled Yang Qianlian's mind, and he would definitely not dare to act rashly, unless, he wanted Yang Qianon's soul to fall.

The pupil of the golden mangs is the biggest hole card of the cold sword, and he usually does not easily reveal it in front of people, but today, he has to use his hole card, because Yang Qian has this innate spirit body, so he must make her his sword slave.

The pupil technique used by the cold sword is called the golden mang's illusion, and through the golden mang's pupil to emit golden divine light, it can bewitch people's hearts, seize people's hearts, and manipulate the souls of others.

What Yang Qiancong saw now was just a false vision that Han Jian had laid out in her mind, which was the so-called illusion. As long as Yang Qianlian thinks that the golden villain has left a mark on her soul, then she passively accepts the concept of the existence of a mark on her soul. At that time, the soul sword mark of the cold sword will automatically be generated on Yang Qian's soul, and she will naturally become the sword slave of the cold sword.

The golden tip of the sword, with a sharpness, stabbed in front of Yang Qianlian's soul in the blink of an eye, Yang Qianlian was a little desperate, and gradually wanted to give up resistance.

"Don't give up!"

A voice sounded in Yang Qianlian's mind, and in front of her soul, there was an extra young man in a black robe, holding a black long sword in his hand, which directly pierced the body of the golden figure and showed a faint smile to her.

As soon as the picture turned, Yang Qian suddenly woke up, she saw Han Jian's golden eyes staring at her, and hurriedly took a few steps back and hid behind Zhou Ming.

At this time, Zhou Ming opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed Yang Qian's fiery red end, and smiled slightly.

Yang Qian's face was slightly red, and when she saw Zhou Ming's smile, a warm current suddenly flowed in her heart, and the whole person was relieved.

"How is that possible?, how can you break the Golden Mang's Illusion?!"

Han Jian's whole person seemed to be receiving a delay, and only then did he dissipate the golden glow in his eyes, looked at Zhou Ming incredulously, and shouted in horror.

In the few seconds just now, Han Jian's whole person almost experienced the most terrifying ups and downs in his life.

He had already completely controlled Yang Qianlian's mind, and just when Yang Qianlian was about to accept that there would be a mark on his soul, a black sword stabbed over, which was an unpretentious and ordinary black sword.

It was such a sword that pierced the illusion he had created in Yang Qian's mind, and then, the black tip of the sword got closer and closer to his eyes, almost as if it was about to pierce his golden pupils, and all of them pierced.

Just when he was panicking, the black sword dispersed, as if it had not appeared at all, and disappeared directly in front of Han Jian's eyes.

When he came to his senses, Yang Qianliang was already standing behind Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming was looking at him with a smile at this time.

He knew that his golden mang's illusion technique had been broken by Zhou Ming, and it had been completely destroyed by Zhou Ming's spiritual power.

Moreover, when Han Jian saw that Yang Qian's eyes still had a smart look, he knew that Yang Qian's soul root had not been harmed in any way.

In the body of a monk who has not understood the sea, to do such a thing, how meticulous is the control of spiritual power required? Horror, yes, after Han Jian knew that Zhou Ming could control his spiritual power to such a point, he really felt the fear from the depths of his heart.

This person is too weird, too unfathomable!

"Nothing is impossible, the golden pupil is a waste on you, you need to use illusions to control the minds of others, I can only say that you are a piece of garbage. ”

Zhou Ming's eyes were sharp, and he mocked unabashedly.

He understood that Han Jian's heart must have suffered a huge blow at this time, and the sword cultivator had a sense of arrogance in his heart, let alone a sword cultivator with a Xuan Pupil like Han Jian.

Han Jian thought that he was born with a pair of Xuan Pupils, and he could have more luck and advantages than most monks, and he was extremely proud in his heart.

But now Zhou Ming's appearance has crushed the pride in his heart, and even made his mood a little unstable.

Zhou Ming naturally couldn't let go of such a good opportunity, and in one sentence, he directly shattered Han Jian's most basic confidence as a monk.

Now Han Jian is a little skeptical about himself, whether it is really as Zhou Ming said, this pair of golden pupils was born on him, it was a mistake.

Pupil technique is an extremely difficult technique to cultivate in the cultivation realm, not only the conditions are harsh, but also to find all kinds of heavenly and earthly treasures to cultivate the Xuan Pupil, which is time-consuming and laborious.

And Han Jian is actually the entry realm of the Pupil Technique now, compared to ordinary monks, his efforts have surpassed most people, but now Zhou Ming's words have directly affected his Dao heart.

No, he wanted to influence my Dao heart!

Han Jian practiced the way of the sword, and how strong his will was in his heart, he immediately realized that something was wrong. He is a sword cultivator, he cultivates a sword, and the sword is his own life, although he was born with a Xuan Pupil, but this is just an opportunity and help in his cultivation.

Soon, Han Sword's Dao Heart became firm again, and a golden sword shadow flashed in his eyes.

"Boom!"

A sharp sharp roar, and the Bright Yang Sword in Han Jian's hand exuded a sword intent.

"Zhou Ming, you actually want to destroy my Dao heart!"

The Bright Yang Sword pointed at the black-clothed young man in the quiet room, and Han Jian's face was extremely cold for a while, and now Zhou Ming not only destroyed the sword slave he was about to cultivate, but also almost made him lose his Dao heart, this hatred is already uncommon.

Zhou Ming smiled disdainfully, and said coldly: "The Dao Heart that can be destroyed with one sentence, it seems that the sword path you have cultivated is not very good." ”

Han Jian was furious, a sword cultivator, the most unpleasant thing for others to listen to was to insult the sword path he cultivated. For a sword cultivator, insulting a kendo is like slaughtering his parents' hatred.

"You...... Okay, today I'm going to show you what true kendo is. ”

Han Jian held the Bright Yang Sword in his hand, and the whole person exuded a dignified golden sword intent, and as soon as he moved, the whole person turned into a remnant rainbow, and a sword stabbed at Zhou Ming!

On the surface, Han Jian was aggressive, wanting to kill Zhou Ming, but in fact, his eyes were not on Zhou Ming at all, but on Yang Qian behind Zhou Ming.

"It turns out that this is what you call kendo. ”

Zhou Ming smiled, and the disdain in his eyes was even worse. It's said that it's a way of the sword, but it's better to say it's a cheap way.

He naturally saw the purpose of the cold sword, and at this time, this guy still didn't give up. He took a step forward, and his whole body was in front of Yang Qian.

"Boom!"

A huge burst of qi erupted, and large cracks appeared on the floor in this quiet room, and Zhou Ming held the sword body of the Bright Yang Sword with one hand, and his shoulder directly hit the chest of the Han Sword.

The cold sword was blasted out again, this time without any bang, because he rushed straight out of the gap he had just knocked out, without even a trace of smoke and dust.

Zhou Ming flew out after the cold sword, and said with a smile: "There are back and forth, it really suits you." ”

Han Jian's anger had already rushed to his heart, and he glared at Zhou Ming angrily: "What a devil, he is so angry and doesn't listen, but he has insulted my sword dao sect many times, today, you can't leave it!"

When the words fell, a golden mang flew towards Zhou Ming.

Zhou Ming didn't flash, and with one punch, he blasted the golden mango away, and he couldn't help sneering: "What I insult is just you garbage, don't give me this empty hat." ”

"To insult me is equivalent to insulting the entire Sword Sect!"

Han Jian's right hand slammed, the sword momentum suddenly rose, and the whole person pulled out a golden sword in the air and slashed towards Zhou Ming.

"Bang!"

There was a bang in the sky, and Zhou Ming slapped away the golden sword of the cold sword with one palm, and directly pinched the Bright Yang Sword that was split with his right hand.

At this time, there were only some logistics personnel stationed at the headquarters of the Polar Domain Guard Pavilion, and the battle movement above the sky naturally attracted the attention of many people, and they stood on the square below, looking at the figures in the sky, all of them were shocked.

Zhou Ming and they may not know each other very well, but they know very well the cold sword in the sky.

Han Jian came to the headquarters of the Extreme Domain Guard Pavilion half a month ago, Ning Chenfeng's attitude was very respectful after seeing Han Jian, and he deliberately vacated the top floor of the Guard Pavilion, I heard that it was to maintain absolute silence and not let people disturb Han Sword's cultivation.

In the face of such a senior senior, except for the days when Han Jian first came and met with them, the rest of the time, Han Jian cultivated alone in the uppermost quiet room.

And because of Ning Chenfeng's order, they, the source guards, didn't dare to go up and disturb the cold sword. Now that they saw Han Jian fighting another person in the air, they were naturally extremely surprised.

Ning Chenfeng had warned them not to disturb the Han Sword under any circumstances, and he also vaguely revealed to them that the strength of the Cold Sword was stronger than him.

For Ning Chenfeng's words, they were naturally convinced, but what they couldn't understand was who had alarmed Han Jian, the senior senior?

Zhou Ming pinched the sword body of the Bright Yang Sword, and his face couldn't help but show a hint of curiosity, "Oh, if the Sword Sect is really represented by scum like you, it will really be a shame for the Xuanmen." ”

As he spoke, he let go of his right hand and kicked it out violently, kicking the cold sword out of the air!

Han Jian sank and stopped his retreating figure, and while he was surprised by the horror of Zhou Ming's power, he pondered Zhou Ming's words just now.

Listening to Zhou Ming's tone, he knew the existence of the Xuanmen, and he still knew a lot about their Sword Sect, so he was probably a monk in the spirit world.

After learning this, Han Jian's body was vertical, and the Bright Yang Sword pulled back, rushing towards Zhou Ming like a bird.

Zhou Ming didn't wait for the cold sword to attack, he slapped a palm at him, the golden lotus shadow bloomed, and a palm print was mixed in it, carrying this incomparable sharpness and heaviness, and blasted towards the cold sword.

Feeling the sharpness and heaviness contained in this palm, Han Jian's face changed slightly, this sharp feeling ...... Could it be the body of Jin Geng?!

He flashed sideways, and a sword slashed across the palm print, and the impact of the golden lotus shadow exploding scattered the dark clouds in the sky!

Han Jian stood in the distance and stared at Zhou Ming, and a divine sense swept over directly.

How could Zhou Ming let Han Jian's divine sense probe him, his sea consciousness spiritual power immediately exploded, and the two divine senses met in the sky in an instant.

"Buzz!"

A humming sound that could not be heard by human ears came from high in the sky, and Zhou Ming and Han Jian each retreated.

Han Jian's face was pale, the corners of his mouth overflowed red, and Zhou Ming stood quietly in the air, his face indifferent.

Han Jian stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and secretly said that he was careless, the sharpness and heaviness of Zhou Ming's palm just now made him extremely eager to find out if Zhou Ming was an innate body, so he habitually used his divine sense to investigate.

However, he forgot that in the previous spiritual confrontation with Zhou Ming, he was the losing side.

The seal in his body allowed Han Jian to only exert the strength of the spiritual cultivation in the middle stage of foundation building, and Zhou Ming must have sealed the power in his body now, and the cultivation he showed was only the ninth layer of qi refining, but under such equal conditions, he was unexpectedly defeated by Zhou Ming.

Han Jian was a little unwilling, the sword slave was confiscated, and when he came to the nether realm, he was put on a table by Zhou Ming, and now the anger in his heart has burned to the extreme.

"Spirit Technique: Ling Tian Fist!"

The Han Sword Bright Yang Sword turned and flew to the top of his left hand, and with his right hand, he turned into a fist with his palm, and the spirit yuan of heaven and earth around his body surged, turning into a spirit fist and blasting in front of Zhou Ming!

"Demolition Punch!"

Zhou Ming also punched out, punch to fist!

With the powerful physical strength and the cultivation of the late stage of the Divine Martial Realm, Zhou Ming's style of blasting fist has now reached a very terrifying realm.

A solid fist mark slammed into the air, and a pale white wave of qi appeared high in the sky.

The people on the ground watched the two fists in the sky collide, and the exaggerated power fluctuations made them all have a visual pause, and in their eyes, the two fists in the sky traveled very slowly, and it took a long time to touch each other.

"Boom!"

The clouds in the sky all collapsed, and the attacks of the two met in an instant, and the air flow was driven by the residual energy aftermath, causing a violent wind to sweep between heaven and earth.

The wind blew into the quiet room, and the already dilapidated quiet room was full of smoke and dust at this time, so that Yang Qian couldn't open her eyes.

Zhou Ming's long hair fluttered wildly, even though his flesh was strong, he still condensed an energy shield, and then gently pushed a palm forward, using a soft force to offset most of the energy impact.

His purpose was to protect the Guard Pavilion Headquarters building behind him.

But just as Zhou Ming offset this impact, the chilling voice of the cold sword sounded again.