Wow!

The sword shadow in the sky turned into a little, but it was the sword slave who pinched the sword trick with one finger.

"Great River Sword Intent!"

In the blink of an eye, in front of Qin Feng's eyes, he conjured up a surging sword intent with a surging river and a turbid wave emptying.

There was no slightest delay, only to see Qin Feng pointing to point.

"Xuan Ming Finger: Silent Yellow Spring!"

The monstrous death intent mixed with the withering power instantly met the sword finger, but I saw that the gray withering power continued to corrode the surging surging sword intent.

The sword slave's face was slightly shocked: "You actually have a trace of withering power refining on your body!"

Under the continuous entanglement of the withering power, the sword intent of the sword slave disintegrated slightly, although it was not enough to devour all the sword intent in an instant. But just this trace of sharpness was gone, and the Great River Sword Intent instantly collapsed.

The rest of the Xuan Ming fingers passed through his shoulders.

With a muffled snort, the sword slave quickly retreated. As if sensing the owner's injury, the long sword sealed in the sword box screamed incessantly.

Tick!

A drop of blood fell, and the sword slave turned slightly, only to see a thumb-sized bloody hole left on the injured shoulder. The entire left arm was unconscious and immobilized.

"You had a chance to kill me, but why did you miss?"

He looked at Qin Feng and said very suspiciously.

"I have no grievances with you, why bother to kill you? Besides, your kendo is good, I like it!"

The faint words were calm and powerful.

"Let's go!"

The sword slave bowed his head and whispered, then suddenly turned around and sat back in his place.

Walk?

Above the top floor, seeing that the sword slave was defeated in one way, he let Qin Feng leave. The Golden Eagle military general was extremely dissatisfied and said, "City Lord, the sword slave actually let this person leave. He has violated the will of the lord of the castle, and his subordinates implore the lord of the castle to punish him. ”

"It's okay, this is the sword slave!"

After only one comment, the Golden Eagle military general swallowed back into his stomach what he wanted to say more.

Layer 11.

Qin Feng glanced at the back of the sword slave, although he was speechless for a moment, he quickly came back to his senses and turned around to leave.

"I hope to have a fair fight with you someday!"

The sword slave, who was sitting silently, suddenly spoke.

Stopping, the corners of Qin Feng's mouth raised lightly, "Yes!"

Ascending the twelfth floor, there was nothing around, not even the slightest breath of air.

Just when Qin Feng was thinking about whether to climb to the thirteenth floor like this, suddenly a wave came from the ground.

Bang!

The black formation quickly expanded and spread all over the floor, and the surrounding area became gray-black, with a strong murderous aura and a dead rot aura filling the entire floor.

"Well, it's a necromancy!"

Necromancy is a spirit that spawns after the death of a life, and can be controlled by mastering its psionic core.

After the formation emerged, the necromancer teleported out of the formation.

If you look closely, it looks like a crocodile.

This carrion crocodile was about seven meters long, and the flesh and blood all over its body were gone, leaving only a skeleton to move under the dark spiritual power of death.

Its eyes burned with blood-red flames, and its whole body was extremely resentful. It can be seen that this carrion crocodile was killed by someone, and his endless resentment turned into a spirit.

It's just that this kind of necromancer generally acts on instinct, and the necromantic who can really survive and wisdom is not only strong in vitality, but also terrifying in combat, often accompanied by some kind of ability, which can often cause people to death unexpectedly.

Necromancers are a life that is controlled by a special practitioner called a necromancer. It's just that the breath of a third person doesn't seem to be felt in this room......

"That's weird!"

With his own divine law, he couldn't even sense the existence of a third person, and there was no doubt that the necromancer who manipulated this necromancer was definitely not here.

Qin Feng glanced down at the place where the Rotten Bone Crocodile appeared, where there were still traces of the formation. Invisibly, in the black formation space, there were some divine consciousness threads tightly wrapped around the spiritual energy core of the necromancy.

"I see!"

Qin Feng understood that the person who was manipulating this necromancer was obviously on the other side of the silk thread. However, it is certainly not in this twelfth floor.

"Interesting! To be able to perceive my presence, it's no wonder that I was able to go up to the twelfth floor. Boy, because of something important, this seat has not guarded this twelfth floor. But if you can defeat this little necromancer in this seat, and this seat will let you go upstairs, how about that?"

It was a little girl's voice that made the sound, but the vicissitudes in it were not at all something that a little girl could make.

I heard that necromancers are often accompanied by dead things, so their bodies are contaminated with dead energy, and over time, they will fix their appearance.

Compared with ordinary people, their vitality is more tenacious and their lifespan is more constant.

The advanced necromancers are more of a group of old and undead demons.

Well!

Concentrating slightly, Qin Feng raised his head: "That's the case, okay then." ”

As soon as the words fell, the carrion crocodile had already opened its foul mouth and flew towards Qin Feng.

Because of the power of death entangled in his body, Qin Feng didn't dare to touch it at will. Coupled with its speed, Qin Feng had no choice but to step out of the Peerless Shadow and retreat to the side.

The momentum was too great, and the carrion crocodile bit off a wall with a fierce bite. Under the effect of the power of death, Rao is giant river tower is supported by a formation, and it cannot be restored to its original state.

The tower shook and swallowed a wall. Those debris were actually crushed by the black orb buried in the body of the rotting bone crocodile, that is, the energy released by the psionic core, and sucked into the body.

"Well, what a weird trick. ”

As he spoke, the carrion crocodile had already turned around, and the crimson blood light in his eyes was dazzling, and he crawled and flew again.

"Hey, hey, kid, you're going to be food for my bone-eating crocodile soon. When the time comes, maybe it will be able to successfully advance to the seventh level necromancy. Ahahahaha...... Don't struggle, let my bones devour you!ahahahaha&......"

"If you want to devour this son, Your Excellency is too confident. ”

This time, Qin Feng didn't dodge, he stood in place and raised his right hand. At the same time, the spiritual power of the whole body was released, and the wind was great in an instant!

The entire twelfth floor was unexpectedly blown off a wall because of this terrifying release of spiritual power.

The rotting bone crocodile slammed into the light shield formed by Qin Feng, and it was deadlocked. But one man and one dead are at a loss......

Faintly, the spiritual power shield around Qin Feng's body gradually let go, devouring the body of the rotting bone crocodile.

Under this dazzling aura, the body of the carrion crocodile gradually collapsed.

"No, it can't ......"

From afar, the unwilling roar of the necromancer who was manipulating the bone crocodile was heard.

Soon, however, the carrion of the crocodile was swallowed up.

"Boy, no matter how you escape to the Heavenly Cliff Cape, I will definitely kill you. ”

On the top of the building, looking at all this, everyone has been replaced by shock.

No one could have imagined that this kid would have such a strong strength.

The light disappeared, and the spiritual power around Qin Feng dissipated.

Bang Bang!

In the quiet of the floor, a fist-sized, shiny black bead fell to the ground.

Qin Feng stretched out his hand and grabbed it, and the beads were absorbed into the palm of his hand.

In an instant, the power of darkness of death flew out from the bead body, intending to take away Qin Feng.

Unexpectedly, before he could move, he was burned by the pale golden spiritual power emanating from Qin Feng's hand and returned to the bead body again.

"I didn't expect this necromantic bead to store the resentful spirit of this rotting bone crocodile, interesting!"

Put the necromancy bead back into the Qiankun bag, and Qin Feng continued to climb the stairs with his hands in his hands.

(End of chapter)