The magic weapon sword that he had hidden for a long time could finally be sacrificed at this time, only to see Qin Ming's storage bottle spiritual power light flashing slightly, and a long sword appeared.

The long sword appeared in the world, as if a silver dragon appeared, stirring the starry sky, even though the stars were brilliant, but under this sky-rushing sword aura, everything had to be dimmed.

"What is this? It turned out to be a magic weapon? How could he, a Qi cultivation period monk, have such a magic weapon?" The monks of the ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period were stunned, and their calm hearts were extremely unsettled by this sword qi.

The middle-aged man who fought with Qin Ming was really frightened, and at the moment when he used the Shattered Star Zhang, he didn't expect this young man to have reservations at all.

Now after perceiving this vertical and horizontal sword qi, his face changed instantly, and even the palm power that was punched out was unstable because of the fluctuation of his mood.

"Damn, I don't believe it, with my deeper spiritual power than him, and more combat experience, I can't handle him?"

He is barely an old man, after a short period of fluctuations, he quickly returned to normal, and more ruthlessness welled up in his heart, and the palm wind was dignified, which was very terrifying.

"Whoosh!"

A strong sword aura burst out from above the sword, and then in a very violent and direct attitude, it rushed the palm wind of the Shattered Star Palm.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man sneered in his heart, and said in his heart, You, a kid at the seventh layer of the Qi cultivation period, even if you have a magic weapon in your hand, then what?

However, just as this thought appeared in his mind, the fierce sword qi had already pierced through the terrifying-looking palm wind. The sharp breath is like the morning sun breaking through the clouds, the power is trembling, awe-inspiring, and impossible to resist!

Qin Ming clenched the hilt of his sword, and his body twisted, flipping like a nimble fish. The long sword slashed horizontally, and it was about to cut the middle-aged man in half.

The middle-aged man reacted quite quickly, and when he noticed a critical feeling of life coming to his heart, he hurriedly retreated. Silver sword light flashed past him, slicing off one of his arms.

"Ahh

Having lost an arm, he only had time to let out a scream, and he didn't even dare to stop, and immediately retreated.

"Fooled, this kid is weird!"

He pressed the wound on his right arm with his right hand, and his breath was already extremely weak. Qin Ming's sword just now was not as simple as cutting off one of his arms, the sharp sword qi directly invaded his body, wreaking havoc in his body.

It can be said that under this sword, he has lost the ability to fight, and if he hadn't run faster just now, he would have died.

"It turns out that he has been pretending from the beginning, and he has been pretending for so long to lure us into it!"

The eyes of the ninth-level cultivator in the Qi cultivation period stared at Qin Ming with indescribable ferocity and resentment in his eyes. If he hadn't treated him as an ordinary monk, he wouldn't have been so careless.

"It's too late to know. Qin Ming, who was holding a sword, seemed to be a condescending peerless swordsman, with a slight disdain in his indifferent gaze.

"Help me get revenge, I want one of his hands!" Losing his strength, the middle-aged man could only fall to the ground.

"Don't worry, just leave it to me!"

The middle-aged man at the ninth layer of the Qi cultivation period nodded vigorously, and then didn't say anything, and the momentum in his body suddenly skyrocketed. When the strong spiritual power poured out of the body, it even formed an invisible gust of wind.

"Boy, die!"

His shout carried the intent of madness, and under the blessing of this momentum, it instantly turned into a gust of wind and slammed towards Qin Ming.

As soon as he flipped his palm, a white dagger flashed out, and after a few beautiful turns on his fingers, he held it tightly in his hand.

Halfway through, he pressed his body, and his fluttering body suddenly fell as if he had suddenly gained hundreds of pounds. He stomped on the ground with both feet, and after a loud "bang", a large crater appeared where he was standing.

"Boom!"

After stepping on the ground, he bent his knees, and then, like two powerful springs, borrowed force from the earth, making his whole person like a sharp sword out of the sheath, and heading towards Qin Ming **** at a speed that is difficult to capture with the naked eye.

"It's so powerful, it deserves to be the ninth layer of the Qi training period!"

Seeing the cultivator who suddenly accelerated, Qin Ming's pupils couldn't help but shrink, and his heart was covered with a veil of danger. He is indeed strong now, but where is the gap in strength, if you fight hard, it will be difficult to gain an advantage.

Qin Ming swept to the side, and at the same time swung his sword and slashed out to the side.

"Ding!"

There was a crisp sound of steel clashing, and the tip of the dagger stabbed the blade with incredible accuracy.

Feeling the vibration coming from the sword body, his own strength that was not weak, Qin Ming let out a cold snort in his heart. He was a person who easily surrendered defeat, and immediately swung his sword out again with his backhand.

The other party is not a vegetarian, although the dagger in his hand is not a magic weapon, in terms of preciousness, his sharpness is far inferior to Qin Ming's sword. But he clearly understands that an inch is short and an inch is dangerous.

If he fights hard, he may not be able to gain the upper hand, and if he wants to win, he must get close to the opponent's body and rely on the dagger like a poisonous snake to win.

At this time, he didn't care about any image problems, after dodging this sword with his waist, he stabbed at Qin Ming with a dagger.

At this time, Qin Ming didn't move at all, as if he was scared stupid and couldn't react quickly, which made him happy in his heart, and the tip of the dagger was aimed at Qin Ming's chest and inserted it.

But before his smile could last two seconds, it turned into a deep horror!

Because he felt that the speed of that domineering sword qi was also extremely fast, and when he attacked, this sword qi had already killed in front of him.

"What the hell?"

He scolded in his heart, and in his feelings, this young man's swordsmanship seemed to be that kind of grandmaster-style hero, and he used his sword with ease.

He had tried very hard to rush in, but every time he thought he was ready to succeed, the sword aura like a silver dragon came sideways and blocked him out. It's a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Damn it!"

He was extremely angry, and his whole body was full of momentum, and his angry face was like a tiger about to devour people, which was extremely terrifying. He really didn't expect that they, who were two classes apart, would fall into disadvantage when they were fighting.

His dagger-clenching arm trembled in anger, and finally he let out a beastly roar from his back. The roar, wrapped in spiritual power, spread in all directions.

When many people heard it faintly, they even thought that it was the tiger from the zoo that had escaped.

"Little bastard, I'll let you die now!"

With a hideous roar on his face, he raised the hand holding the dagger, and then suddenly slammed the sharp dagger into his chest, splashing bright blood.

The splattered blood beads did not fall to the ground, but floated very strangely, as if they were held up by an invisible force.

The pain made him look even more terrifying, those blood-colored eyes widened, and under Qin Ming's frown, he stabbed himself in the chest again.

The blood that burst out floated again, and finally condensed into a blood pill. The blood aura is so strong that it is just a bead the size of a thumb, and it can have such a powerful energy?

He opened his mouth and swallowed it, and the moment the blood pill was entered, the bloody aura contained in the pill poured into his body, turning into hundreds of limbs and bones, and strengthening his strength.

"Die!"

After swallowing the Blood Pill, his strength has greatly improved. With the blessing of this power, his speed doubled, and he only saw a blood-colored shadow passing by, and he had already come to Qin Ming's face.

"So fast!"

Qin Ming exclaimed, only to feel that his face was pressed by a force that made him uncomfortable, and then quickly retreated, dodging a punch.

However, there was a very terrifying force brewing on the opponent's right fist, and it slammed into Qin Ming's chest. This power is so strong that even Qin Ming can't resist it!

The violent oppressive wind made Qin Ming grit his teeth, and even had difficulty breathing, the difference in strength between the two of them was still a little big.

Seeing that this fist was about to fall on Qin Ming's chest, the air around him seemed to freeze suddenly, and a strange atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

"You dare to be so arrogant and bold under my nose!" A voice full of domineering and banter came from the sky.

The sound was like layers of thunder pressing down, so that before his fist could be fully swung out, he felt his ears buzzing, and his head was very uncomfortable!

When he looked up, he saw a man standing in mid-air......

Standing in the air?

As if thinking of something, his heart suddenly shrank because of the fear of sudden arrival, and he cried out in a lost voice: "Foundation building period monk?