Chapter 845 joins forces

Ling Buno longer knew that the two had secretly agreed to kill him, but thought that under the persuasion of the Yin Master, Qin Feng finally agreed to exchange combat skills, and couldn't help but laugh and said with satisfaction: "Yes, the one who knows the times is Junjie." Hand over your kicker skill...... Let me warn you first, don't try to play tricks and fool the past with other combat skills. ”

"You are a Martial King-level master, how can I have the guts to fool you?" Qin Feng said lightly.

Seeing Qin Feng's plain appearance, Ling Bufu felt slightly unhappy in his heart, but when the goal was achieved, there was no need for him to have more branches, and he stretched out his hand: "Give me the battle skill scroll." ”

"It's the Yin Master who has negotiated the terms with me, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you, right?" Qin Feng said.

"Huh?" Ling Bu glanced at Yin Master and snorted coldly, "Yin Master, you did well this time, and when you go back to the Valley Master, I will ask you for credit." Who should hand over the Combat Skill Scroll to safekeep?"

Master Yin lowered his head, floated to Ling Bufu's side and back, and said respectfully: "This trip is headed by Uncle Shi, naturally Uncle Shi is holding the scroll of combat skills. ”

Ling Bufu snorted, then nodded with satisfaction and looked at Qin Feng again.

Qin Feng saw that the Yin Master had already circled to Ling Bufu's side and back, his heart moved, and he took out a scroll of combat skills from the storage ring and handed it to Ling Bufu: "This is the amplification combat skill I have cultivated. ”

Ling Bu no longer unfolded the combat skill scroll, looked at it, frowned and said, "Jiuyang Battle Body?"

"That's right, Jiuyang battle body, physical body enhancement combat skills, and have the effect of amplification, cultivating to the realm of Jiuyang's power superposition, you can leapfrog the challenge and kill enemies who are far above you. Qin Feng said solemnly.

Ling Bufu frowned and began to study the authenticity of the combat technique.

This scroll of the Nine Yang Battle Body was written down silently by Qin Feng in his spare time, and it was only the first four layers. Even if there are only four layers, its subtlety is still breathtaking, and I can't wait to immediately collect the blood of the fierce beast and cultivate.

Ling Bufu kept looking at the end, and when he saw that there was a blank space behind him, he frowned and said, "Why are there only four layers?"

"Hehe, I definitely won't give you the full version until you give me the corresponding exchange skills. Qin Feng said.

Ling Bu no longer doubted that the half volume of the Jiuyang Battle Body in his hand was indeed profound enough and not a fool's character, so Ling Bu no longer believed in Qin Feng's sincerity. His fingers stretched out, and a hint of consciousness reached into the storage ring, trying to take out the exchanged skill scrolls.

And at this moment, the Yin Master suddenly screamed: "Do it!" She shot like the wind, slapped out with her slender hand, and a gray ghost Jiao suddenly stretched out, instantly burrowing into Ling Bufu's heart.

Ling Bufu suddenly encountered a sneak attack, and with a burst of applause, the silver-white light on his body surface bloomed, instantly shocking the Yin Master back several steps. However, under the deliberate calculation or unintentional, Ling Bufu had already been tricked, and his fair face was instantly covered with a layer of gray mist.

At the same time, Qin Feng also shot from the front, piercing his heart with a hand knife, wrapped in a sharp sword, and stabbed Ling Bufu's heart.

Ling Bufu's protective body blood qi operated spontaneously, even though it was in a state of being raided, it still hindered Qin Feng's efforts for a moment. Taking advantage of this fleeting opportunity, Ling Bufu moved sideways, avoiding the vital point in his heart. With a snort, a hole in his chest and a cross-wound appeared, blood flowing.

"Slut, you dare to sneak up on me!"

Ling Bufu was shocked and angry, and scolded the Yin Master. Compared to Qin Feng's sneak attack by an outsider, it was naturally the betrayal plot of the Yin Master, a fellow disciple, which made him even more angry.

Moreover, the injuries caused by Qin Feng's actions looked very tragic, but under Ling Bufu's control, the blood veins in his chest spontaneously contracted, and the blood no longer gushed out, which could only be regarded as a minor injury. The moment when the Yin Master used the ghost Jiao to sneak attack from behind, a cold and extremely cold death qi penetrated deep into the body, which was really fatal. Ling Bu no longer has ten success strength, and it will take at least three or four percent to suppress that ghost Jiao's dead energy, and his combat power will be greatly reduced.

If you want to get rid of this dead energy, you have to meditate for at least a few hours before you can do it. But now, Yin Master and Qin Feng were eyeing each other, how could it be possible to leave Ling Bu with such time?

Just from the ruthlessness of the Yin Master's blow, it can be seen that she is a long-planned and determined goal to kill Ling Bufu.

After Ling Bufu gritted his teeth and scolded bitterly, he slashed at the Yin Master with a palm, and his blood was surging like a river.

", do you think you can kill me if you hurt me in a sneak attack?Ridiculous, I'm a martial king-level elite disciple, you're just an ordinary newcomer who has just started, I want to kill you, I don't even need thirty percent of my strength!"

With a bang, Yin Master and Ling Bufu fought against each other, and his body flew upside down for dozens of meters, and then his toes stepped into the air, ravaging his body, and two gray long whips were entangled, like two spirit pythons rolling towards Ling Bufu. At the same time, she also hurriedly shouted, "Brother Qin Feng, do him!"

Now that he had already made a move, Qin Feng naturally had no reason to retreat halfway. With a choking sound, the Black Flame Tiger King's sword came out of its sheath, and a sword slashed vertically, like a mountain collapsing.

Ling Bufu came out with both hands, one left and one right, respectively, to block the offensive of Qin Feng and the Yin Master. The three of them were in mid-air, and a big battle broke out.

Qin Feng secretly assessed Ling Bufu's strength, and was secretly shocked in his heart, Ling Bufu was worthy of being an elite disciple of the Ghost King Sect, even if he was plotted by the Yin Master and his joint efforts, and his strength went by a small half, but he could fight against the two of them at the same time, and he still fought both offensively and defensively.

is also a martial king-level, compared to the patriarch of the Black Water Demon Tiger Clan, the sixth-order fierce beast Hu Li, Ling Bufu's combat effectiveness is definitely a cut stronger. The geniuses who are selected from the best of the nine major sects and the best of the best are not idle.

However, what surprised Qin Feng even more was the progress of the Yin Master, every time he fought against Ling Bufu, although he was shocked back, his qi and blood were not scattered, and he shared more than half of the pressure. That ghost Jiao's phantom shadow appears and disappears from time to time, and every time it appears, it will make Ling Bu suffer a loss.

Gradually, Ling Bufu's face became more and more defeated, and when he made a move, his power was not as strong as it was at the beginning.

"Slut, you actually used the Ghost Jiao's natal essence to plot against me!" Ling Bufu's eyes shot a light of hatred, "If the valley master knows, he will not spare you!"

Yin Master's face was rare and cold, and he spoke after another fight, his voice still carrying a hint of charm: "If I continue to endure like this, I will die sooner or later." Since they are all dead, what is the difference between forgiving me and not sparing me? It's better to gamble hard, are you right, Uncle Ling?"

The Yin Master still called Uncle Shi on his lips, but his attack was more ruthless than the other. Suddenly, the long whip of blood qi from her left hand wrapped around Ling Bufu's arm, and her right hand slammed out, and the ghost Jiao phantom reappeared, slamming into Ling Bufu's chest.

(End of chapter)