If it was to forcibly kill the middle-aged scribe, Qin Yue was confident that he would be able to do it by spending some hands and feet and seriously injuring him. But in that case, it would completely offend the Shark Pavilion, even if it had the protection of the Ark, it could not guarantee when and where the revenge of a strong man in the late stage of the Foundation Immortal would come. Besides, the Shark Pavilion Pavilion Master is just the knife that someone else borrowed to kill people, and it was completely thankless to do so.

Qin Yue didn't have the confidence to be able to fight a figure in the late stage of the Foundation Immortal! He was a little inflated, but not to the point of hubris.

"This man's talent is truly terrifying!" The middle-aged scribe who took Qin Yue's iron sand palm with great difficulty had a cold sweat in his head, and he couldn't help but think in his heart, knowing the other party's plan, he was secretly annoyed that he was not careful enough, and Xuantian Sect didn't understand it and acted rashly, which was really an unwise act.

Qin Yue's face was almost close to that of a middle-aged scribe, and the two sides could even see each other's pores, Qin Yue did not show any disappointment because the other party took over his iron sand palm.

Just looked coldly at the middle-aged scribe with some wrinkles on his face, his left foot moved rapidly, his body suddenly rotated, and his left hand suddenly poked out,

The hand was still as usual, some white and slender five fingers, with some subtle wind blades wrapped around them, and a sneer appeared at the corner of the mouth.

The right hand is silently hidden in the back, and the five fingers and nails are revealing pearl-like water droplets, which look crystal clear, and gradually the water droplets cover the entire palm of the hand with an extremely fast speed that is invisible to the naked eye, as if covered with a thin layer of hydrocondensation film.

But there is a terrifying aura of palpitations on it.

"Wind Thunder Fist." The middle-aged scribe's face contained solemnity, and he said in a low voice:

"It's true that you can't help you with your skills, but you can't help me."

The words fell, and the middle-aged scribe with a solemn expression carried a touch of confidence in his own strength.

"Nine Rises of the Xuan Wheel!"

He let out a low snort, and the speed of the naked eye around him formed nine faint whirlwinds, but they blew the black hair of Qin Yue's shawl up,

"Nine is one, nine is one!"

With a hint of solemnity on his face, a trace of unknown aura emerged from his body, and suddenly the nine faint whirlwinds around him merged together at an extremely rapid speed, and in the hands of the middle-aged scribe, a hurricane several times larger!

"Hurricane Nine Dao, Spirit Rank Middle-grade Battle Skill?" Fang Zhou, who had an indifferent expression in mid-air, suddenly frowned, and a voice muttered from his mouth with a hint of surprise.

"No, it's not the complete Hurricane Nine Paths!" Suddenly, he looked at it again and said.

The shock that flashed in my heart disappeared in an instant!

"If the complete Hurricane Nine Paths, the old man will show it to the world?" The Shark Pavilion Master squinted at the Ark, touching his chin and sneering.

"Huh!"

Fang Zhou was not angry, he just laughed twice on the spot and then stopped speaking, staring at the next battle between Qin Yue and the middle-aged scribe.

The Shark Pavilion Pavilion Master suddenly felt that his punch was like hitting an embroidered pillow, his face was pale and he was speechless, and he also looked at the two people who were fighting in the distance, Qin Yue and the middle-aged scribe.

The hurricane danced above the middle-aged scribe's single palm, and a strong power came out of the hurricane, and the middle-aged scribe's single palm suddenly swung out and collided with the wind and thunder fist in Qin Yue's left hand!

But the moment he touched Qin Yue's left hand, his eyelids jumped suddenly, and in an instant, his face changed greatly, and he hurriedly wanted to condense the Yuan Force and the palm of his other hand, but almost ninety percent of his strength was waved in the Nine Paths of the Hurricane, and there was still strength left.

Qin Yue's eyes gave birth to a deep chill, with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and the right hand hidden behind him was like lightning at the moment when the middle-aged scribe bordered his left hand.

The middle-aged scribe in a hurry didn't have the extra yuan power to support the wind and thunder fist that Qin Yue's right hand struck, so he could only watch as the other party's right hand gradually hit his chest as if he had entered a no-man's land, and at the same time, his face was resolute.

The middle-aged scribe didn't care about his own safety, and the single palm he launched was hit harder, and it slammed into Qin Yue's left hand.

"Poof!"

When the middle-aged scribe's chest hit Qin Yue's right hand, a burst of water elemental light appeared on his slightly thick chest, and suddenly his chest suddenly became embedded and fell into it.

The body was pushed dozens of meters away by an incomparably strong force.

He tried to struggle to stand up, but as he struggled, a sharp pain came from his chest, causing him to suddenly gasp in the air, and the palm of his hand touched the collapsed chest.

Suddenly, the moment he inhaled the cold air, he felt a sweet smell in his throat enter his mouth, and the next moment, his mouth was filled with sticky blood.

A mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, forming blood-colored flowers on the ground, which looked very shocking.

He raised his head with difficulty, the severe pain in the cranial nerve in his chest made him unable to stand up, and his whole body seemed to fall apart, and he could get a sharp pain when he moved.

The pain caused him to subconsciously open his mouth, revealing bloodshot teeth, and his eyes gradually became clear from the initial confusion.

He condensed his pupils, raised his head with difficulty, and looked in the direction where Qin Yue was.

Qin Yue's body was uncontrollably retreated a distance of more than ten meters, the huge force made his legs bend slightly, and after kneeling down for a few minutes, it became a half-kneeling posture, blood flowed slightly from the corners of his mouth and slowly flowed down his cheeks, and drops of blood dripped down from his jaw, wetting the stone slab under his feet.

Qin Yue only felt that his body was heavy and abnormal, as heavy as a mountain, he maintained the whole posture and turned into one, the surrounding vitality gradually rotated around his body, slowly integrating into his body, and at the same time, he entered Qin Yue's lower abdomen dantian along the meridians of his body, and then surged out from the dantian, calming the meridians and those disordered yuan forces in his body.

It may seem like a long time, but it's only a matter of seconds.

After a while, he suddenly opened his eyes, the light in his eyes flashed, and after a while, he gradually stood up, he slowly walked two steps, and then strode towards the middle-aged scribe who couldn't stand, Qin Yue's left hand was weakly vertical, he couldn't control it, and there was still the middle-aged scribe's Yuan Force on his arm, which couldn't be cleaned up for a while.

In mid-air, the Shark Pavilion Pavilion Lord's face was cold, staring closely at Qin Yue's every move, if Qin Yue wanted to kill the middle-aged scribe, he would shoot regardless of the consequences.

Fang Zhou's eyes froze, and he secretly complained, and he could only focus his gaze on the body of the Shark Pavilion Master!