The battlefield between the war puppet and the green crocodile demon king was far away from the square of Tiger Peak, and had already come to the sky above Tiger Peak.

There, the glow soars into the sky, the clouds crumble, and the flow of heaven and earth aura seems to contain the way of heaven and earth.

A strong aura burst out from there, creating a dangerous place there, and if anyone tried to join their battlefield, they would be torn to shreds by this breath!

On the other side, Qin Ming and Luo Yin Monk confronted each other.

The two breaths between the two people were-for-tat, as if a lot of invisible sparks had erupted, and the atmosphere was extremely solemn.

"Hey, hey, the little ghost has a little strength, but with this ability, he is not qualified to be arrogant in front of Lao Tzu!"

Luo Yin Monk let out a series of sneers, his fat arm waved forward vigorously, and the spiritual power in his body was also mobilized by him.

One after another, the spiritual power roared towards Qin Ming as if it were a match, and it also carried a strong destructive power.

If an ordinary Jindan Stage Eighth Layer Cultivator touches it, even if it is not, he will be seriously injured!

Qin Ming's eyes flashed slightly, and he immediately pinched a sword trick, and under his call, the Haotian Sword roared out with a wave of heat.

"Slash!"

He let out a soft cry from his mouth, and a golden flame gushed out from the Haotian Sword, burning fiercely, slashing the spiritual power to pieces.

Drawing a rounded arc in mid-air, the Haotian Sword stabbed Luo Yin Monk at a tricky angle!

"Just let you make one or two moves, did it really give you face?" Luo Yin Monk saw that his spell was easily broken by Qin Ming, and his heart was a little unhappy.

After scolding angrily, he waved his wide sleeve cannon, using his cultivation to hook the aura of heaven and earth around him, turning it into a fierce wind full of murderous intent.

The wind howled, completely enveloping the Haotian Sword.

This cold killing intent slammed into the Haotian Sword, and the hesitant wave-like impact made the flames on the Haotian Sword immediately dim by half, and even the power was weakened a lot.

He stretched out his finger and lightly clicked, and the Haotian Sword made a soft "ding" sound, and flew out uncontrollably.

Qin Ming's face was solemn, and the peak of the Jindan period was really difficult to deal with.

The strength of this Luo Yin monk is above him, even if his strength is greatly improved now, it is still not enough to look at this kind of strong person.

Of course, even if the other party is strong, he will not have any fear.

"Go!"

With a wave of Qin Ming's big hand, the light of spiritual power surged everywhere, like a vast ocean, and within the spiritual power, a picture also flew out.

The picture of Wuji Weiming unfolded in mid-air, and the picture that was hundreds of feet long seemed to be transformed into a landscape of heaven and earth, hanging high in the sky.

The power of the magic weapon poured down like a waterfall and fell on Luo Yin Monk, forming a pressure that suppressed his movements.

"Is that all there is to it?"

Glancing at the Heavenly Infinite Mighty Ming Tu, Luo Yin Monk sneered, and the cultivation in his body burst out violently, instantly breaking through the surrounding restrictions.

"Luo Yin Huangquan Palm!"

Although Luo Yin Monk was fat, his speed was very fast, and he appeared beside Qin Ming in a flash.

A wide giant palm glowing with yellow aura poked out of his sleeve cannon, and then slammed it on Qin Ming's body.

The domineering spiritual power poured out surgingly, wanting to completely wipe out Qin Ming!

"Sect Master Qin!"

When everyone on the ground saw this scene, they were so frightened that they were about to scatter, if they were hit by Luo Yin's palm, no one would survive!

The faces of all the disciples of the Immortal Sect changed, although they had confidence in Qin Ming, but the other party was too strong.

However, the Luo Yin monk above the sky snorted coldly, because Qin Ming's figure was dissipating - this was just an afterimage!

"Good speed!"

Luo Yinseng's smile was cold, and the strength that Qin Ming showed surprised him a little.

At this moment, he suddenly felt spiritual power surging above his head, emitting a terrifying aura.

Luo Yin Monk's face was expressionless, and the brilliance in his hand flashed, and a crescent shovel appeared in his hand, which was held tightly by him.

He held the crescent shovel and threw it into the sky with his backhand, and his strength was shocking, and he could break through all obstacles.

"Boom !!!"

The Haotian Sword from the sky slammed into the crescent moon shovel fiercely, and the terrifying energy rioted, and the collision of the two made the heaven and earth shake with it.

Qin Ming used his heart to resist the sword, but the Haotian Sword was smashed upside down and rolled back, and he himself was swept out by a strong force, and the qi and blood in his body surged, and he almost vomited a mouthful of blood!!

"It's so strong!"

Qin Ming was greatly shaken.

Luo Yin Monk didn't say a word, he stepped forward again, and the crescent shovel in his hand bloomed with a cold light, just like the countless blades were condensing.

Qin Ming only felt a tingling sensation all over his body, and he couldn't help but immediately retreat violently to get out of this space.

But Luo Yin Monk chased after him, driving the crescent shovel to release an even more fiery killing intent, forcing Qin Ming's skin to collapse!!

The crescent shovel turned into a ray of light and soared into the sky, and then fell with infinite momentum, like a meteorite.

Qin Ming gasped for breath and blocked it with the Haotian Sword.

The crescent shovel smashed into the sword body of the Haotian Sword, and the heavy momentum pressed the Haotian Sword out of an almost perfect semicircle.

Qin Ming's chest was stuffy, and he had the urge to vomit blood!

He gritted his teeth hard, and the golden spiritual power in his body was as vast as the sea, and he frantically slammed into the outside of his body, turning into a golden pillar of light to knock back the crescent moon.

The battle with Luo Yin Seng is basically down, and the gap above the realm is too obvious.

Unless Qin Ming can make a breakthrough again, it will still be very difficult to face such a top master.

Qin Ming urged the aura in his body, and the vigorous qi and blood also gushed out.

In an instant, the golden light between heaven and earth shone brightly, Qin Ming's whole body was golden, and even his hair was dyed with a layer of gold.

He let out a loud cry from his mouth, and with a punch, the golden fist directly pierced the void and descended like a pillar of light.

This punch has great power, and it is not something that can be used by a monk of the eighth layer realm at all!

"Huh?!"

Staring at the golden fist from the front, Luo Yin Monk's gaze contracted, and he felt a strong sense of crisis.

"Come on, let me see how capable you really are!"

Luo Yin Monk laughed and blasted forward with many spells, making this heaven and earth shine brightly, and everywhere was full of destructive power.

The mountains below were crushed by this force.

The battle between the two of them was too terrifying, the divine light rushed straight into the sky like a flame, and the spiritual power surged wildly, as if the ocean was roaring and roaring.

The surrounding mountains were affected, and they couldn't withstand this pressure, and they collapsed one after another!

At this moment, the earth shook and the mountains shook, as if it was really destroying the world!!

Qin Ming's whole person was bathed in golden divine light, and his qi and blood were extremely vigorous, surging in his body, as if a big furnace was burning.

He threw his fist, followed by a golden light like a golden meteor.

Luo Yin Monk waved his sleeve cannon, and bursts of yin wind suddenly came out of all around, and it contained a cold and yin murderous aura, which shook hard with Qin Ming's domineering fist.

"Boom !!!!!"

Heaven and earth are in turmoil, and spiritual power is overflowing.

The two men quickly separated after each striking a blow.

Luo Yin Seng took more than a dozen steps back, and he no longer had the calmness of the cat and mouse just now.

He now understands that this kid is not so easy to deal with!

Qin Ming retreated a hundred feet, and his state didn't seem to be very good.

His face was slightly pale, his breath was short, and he clearly didn't get any favor.

(End of chapter)