Qin Chengming has been so overwhelmed by this pressure that he has no thinking ability, he only knows one thing now, grab the Cangyu Demon Knife!

He didn't feel the pain, he looked at the black flame pupils of the Cangyin Demon Knife, and instead of reflecting the projection of the Cangying Demon Knife, it actually reflected Huang Shisheng's smile......

Huang Shisheng's round little face, in Qin Chengming's weird and dark pupils, smiled so brightly, so what Qin Chengming grabbed was not the Cangyin Demon Knife, what he caught was Huang Shisheng's life!

Boom!

At this moment, the black giant sword that Qin Chengming was stepping on suddenly made a loud noise, and then the entire black giant sword shattered into huge fragments, directly falling apart!

But Qin Chengming was at this moment, bending his legs, he wanted to use the remains of the black giant sword to jump this ten meter distance and get the Cangyin Demon Knife!

That's right, it's a distance of ten meters, Qin Chengming has already walked ninety meters away at this moment, and only the last ten meters are left, Qin Chengming can get the Cangyin Demon Knife!

Knees...... The demon flame burns in the eyes, and the indomitable soul will live forever!

Charge ...... The dry skin and flesh are the emotions that are determined to be obtained, how can the person in the heart be wiped out!

Erupt...... I thought it was the sublimation of the soul, the liberation of fate, the surging of love, and the sprout of happiness...... But is fate really so easy to get rid of......

When Qin Chengming jumped hard, he suddenly heard a clicking sound in his body.

In Qin Chengming's eyes, the hideous shadow of the Cangyu Demon Knife was burned by the Demon Flame, and Qin Chengming had no lungs left with a little air, and suddenly roared out with a heartbreak: "No ......"

With this jump, Qin Chengming's legs, which had been squeezed to the limit by the oppressive force, broke all at once, and even the bones, with the dried meat that had been crushed into blood clots, were torn together.

And Qin Chengming's whole person didn't even jump out of a meter.

In this way, the majestic oppressive force here directly slapped Qin Chengming to the ground.

Qin Chengming's withered body was squeezed by this oppressive force, like a paper shell only ten centimeters high, and he couldn't get up anymore.

Under this kind of pressure, Qin Chengming couldn't breathe, couldn't operate his spiritual power, and couldn't even operate his divine sense, he couldn't even save himself!

At this moment, a sigh sounded in the space here, even if this voice was sighing, it was still so unbelievable: "Boy, I admire your tenacity, courage, and I also appreciate it, but your cultivation is too bad, I don't look down on you, go back, anyway, in one day, if you can't pull out my body, I will send you to the West Heaven, no matter what life and death sword he protects you, it doesn't work, and I guess your soul must be delicious." ”

As soon as these words fell, Qin Chengming's body like a piece of paper was suddenly blown back to the original point by a gust of wind, and landed in that place where there was no pressure.

But Qin Chengming, whose face was buried in the sand, didn't move, his body was silent, as if he was dead, and in this space, it was also so quiet that people were afraid.

For a minute, Qin Chengming was motionless......

Five minutes...... Still.

In ten minutes, Qin Chengming's chest and abdomen, from the state of being flattened, supported a width of one centimeter, and the width of this centimeter exhaled and inhaled.

Then, click-click......

Qin Chengming's body gradually became rounded, but Qin Chengming was still buried on the ground with his face on the ground, motionless.

After another three minutes, Qin Chengming's fingers moved slightly, and then, a touch of green life spiritual power emitted light from the dantian, illuminating Qin Chengming's abdomen, and then, this green light began to permeate his whole body......

Qin Chengming's head could finally move, and he raised his head.

At this time, Qin Chengming's face was no longer the color that ordinary living people should have, it was a purple color with a little black spots.

These black spots were all clotted by the huge oppressive force, and these coagulations formed black spots in the flesh.

At this time, the life spirit power on Qin Chengming's body shone brightly, and these black spots immediately dissipated, and Qin Chengming was already back to the same as before.

But inside, Qin Chengming looked at it with his spiritual sense, and his face was immediately full of helplessness.

Bones, not to mention the broken bones of the two legs, in addition, the bones of the whole body are almost full of cracks, only his own skull, which is relatively hard and has the fewest cracks.

Most of the muscles and muscles on the body were staggered by the strong pressure, but because of its good toughness, it was not broken, which was Qin Chengming's only good news.

But the flesh and blood are bad, the moisture in the flesh and blood is almost squeezed dry, and the spiritual power inside it is also squeezed out, and the large-scale necrosis and large-scale peeling off make Qin Chengming extremely headache.

At the same time, Qin Chengming could also feel that the time had passed, he looked at his hair, recovering its silver-white color, Qin Chengming shook his head helplessly, and said in his mouth: "Misfortune is not a one-way street......

The next thing was to heal the wounds, and it took Qin Chengming three hours to absorb more than a dozen high-grade spirit stones before he could recover the wounds all over his body.

Standing up, Qin Chengming felt a little sorry, there was only a distance of ten meters left between himself and the Cang Drinking Demon Knife, and he had jumped over.

But under that leap of fate, Qin Chengming actually broke his legs, this kind of thing, no one will believe it.

The problem is that now Qin Chengming's phantom demon body has disappeared, and even if he casts the third form of the necromantic sword technique, he can only transform into a four-meter giant sword.

Compared with a twenty-meter giant sword, it is simply incomparable in power, and I am afraid that it will not even be able to walk seventy meters.

But everything must work hard, as long as it is related to Huang Shisheng, no matter how difficult it is, Qin Chengming will not give up.

Raising his footsteps, Qin Chengming remembered a sentence among mortals: A journey of a thousand miles, as for the step.

One meter ...... 10 meters ...... Thirty meters.

It seems that he was at a position of ninety meters just now, and he was used to being pressed, and Qin Chengming was now at a position of thirty meters, and he didn't feel that the pressure was terrifying, so Qin Chengming continued to walk.

Thirty-five meters, here, Qin Chengming felt that he should stop.

It wasn't that it stopped for other reasons, it was just because the spiritual power in Qin Chengming's body was running, and it was sluggish like quicksand again, marking Qin Chengming's meridians with a slight sense of pain.

Qin Chengming had already thought about it this time, he had to take it step by step, borrow the meridians and body from this oppressive force, and fight it to be extremely tenacious, and then use the four-meter-long black giant sword and the Blood Swallow Escape Method to impact the final goal.

Therefore, Qin Chengming sat down cross-legged at this thirty-five meter and began to operate the Jinghua Secret Key Exercise, and those viscous spiritual powers like quicksand stirred in Qin Chengming's meridians......

Sweat drops dripping on this gravel ground, but the pain in the meridians can only be swallowed in the heart, but where does the pain in the heart go......

Qin Chengming is very strict with himself, to the extent of being 'ruthless'.

If the already sluggish spiritual power in the meridians slows down the speed, then the pain will be much reduced, and the scratches on the meridians will not be so serious.

But now what Qin Chengming lacks is time, and the Cangyu Demon Knife gives a day's time, which seems to be a lot, but in the face of this hundred-meter passage, Qin Chengming is too little, so Qin Chengming just endured the pain at this time and ran the Jinghua spiritual power to the limit.

This kind of ferocious practice, even if Qin Chengming's meridians are different from ordinary people, he can't withstand such serious injuries, his meridians are repaired after they are broken, and they are broken after repair, endlessly......

Finally, an hour later, Qin Chengming, who was dripping with sweat and soaked in clothes, opened his eyes.

He felt that his spiritual power and meridians had been strengthened by the environment here, and at this time, his spiritual power was only a little sluggish.

Qin Chengming stood up and walked forward, he wanted to go to the place where the spiritual power was not working and continue to cultivate, so that he could increase his strength more effectively, and it was more likely that he would be able to win the Cangyin Demon Sword in one day.

One step, two steps, three steps......

Walking forty-two meters, the expression on Qin Chengming's face was a little helpless.

Because when he walked to forty meters, he felt that the operation of spiritual power was quite normal, so he thought about simply walking to forty-five meters and then stopping, but the next pressure became heavier and heavier, and if Qin Chengming did not use the necromantic sword technique, he was afraid that he would not be able to walk.

In this environment, Qin Cheng knew that if he wanted to hurry, he would not be able to reach it, and only by gradually increasing his strength could he have a chance to get the Cangyu Demon Knife.

So Qin Chengming sat down cross-legged again and went on that painful journey......

This time, a full two hours had passed, and Qin Chengming stood up, his face was already a little sad at this time, because the road ahead was getting more and more difficult, and I am afraid that it would not be hard work to get the Cangyin Demon Knife......

Thinking like this, Qin Chengming's footsteps did not stop at all, and he continued to move forward.

For Qin Chengming, as long as there is a chance to save the comatose Shisheng, he will fight, even if the final result is gloomy...... At least I've worked hard and won't regret it.

This time, Qin Chengming walked forty-six meters away, feeling the spiritual power in his body, as rough and obscure as sandstone, Qin Chengming sat down cross-legged, resisting the pressure while running the Jinghua Secret Key.

After another three hours, Qin Chengming stood up and walked fifty meters, as before, crossing his knees and running Zhou Tian.

After another three hours, Qin Chengming reached the position of fifty-five meters......

In another three hours, sixty meters......

Again...... Nine hours.

When Qin Chengming was only half an hour away from the deadline, he came to a distance of eighty meters within his reach, looking at the Cang Drink Demon Knife twenty meters away, Qin Chengming's eyes were full of determination, he wanted to get the Cang Drink Demon Knife, no matter what the price was!

Qin Chengming stood up and pulled out the Mingzhang Sword in his hand, and Qin Chengming once again unleashed the three-style sword move of the Necromantic Sword Technique.

First the roar of death, then the dance of death.

Finally, when a four-meter-long giant sword enveloped Qin Chengming, Qin Chengming began to struggle to attack the farthest point he could reach.