As soon as Qian Zhenquan's words fell, he appeared behind Wei Jun in an instant, and the fist that had been accumulating for a long time swept with a powerful fist wind, and the fist had already arrived. It was obvious that Qian Zhenquan'www.biquge.info s punch was full force, with the idea of killing Wei Jun with one blow.

Not to mention Wei Jun, Hong Xuangong and others alone will not let Qian Zhen's fist succeed. They had long been paying attention to Qian Zhen Fist, and they also took action at the moment when Qian Zhen Fist acted.

The teleportation-like sudden attack of Tan Ran Qianzhen Fist was very fast, but Hong Xuangong's movements were not slow. Hong Xuangong and the others are Qian Zhenquan's old partners, and they know what attention he is paying just by his words and actions.

At the moment when Qian Zhen Fist sneak attacked Wei Jun, the brush in Yi Yunshan's hand quickly drew several spells in the air and shot towards the Qian Zhen Fist behind Wei Jun. Looking at the fierce momentum of those few charms, if Qian Zhenquan really wanted to attack Wei Jun, he would definitely be seriously injured by these charms. After that, even if Qian Zhenquan could really kill Wei Jun, he would be taken down by Hong Xuangong and others because of his serious injuries.

When Yi Yunshan made a move, Hong Xuangong's body was like a strong bow, and it shot out with a 'bang', turning into an afterimage in one leap, and the internal force of his clenched fist was like a buzzing sound.

Feiyue also held a long sword in his hand, and the running detour behind Qian Zhen's fist cut off his retreat. As Feiyue ran, the long sword in her hand kept changing, and finally turned into dozens of identical-looking spirit swords circling around her.

With years of experience in fighting side by side, they know each other very well, and they just give each other a look in the battle, and they can understand each other.

After seeing the spell coming at him, and Wei Jun, who had already put his right hand on the wooden sword with his back to him, who was constantly emitting black anger, Qian Zhenquan knew that his sneak attack this time would definitely be fruitless. Gritting his teeth unwillingly, he snorted coldly, and Qian Zhenquan quickly withdrew and retreated.

At the moment when Qian Zhen's fist retreated, Wei Juncai slowly took his right hand away from the Ghost Heaven Sword, and the demonic qi bubbling in his hand disappeared with it.

"Do you want to scare me, or are you trying to be funny?"

Although Qian Zhen's fist had retreated, the spells that were shooting at him would not stop because of his retreat.

"Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~" "Bang~"

Qian Zhenquan angrily smashed the incantations flying in front of him one by one with his fist. After he intercepted Yi Yunshan's attack, Hong Xuangong had already appeared in front of him again.

Powerful coercion, dazzling blue internal force followed Hong Xuangong's fist, attacking the Martial God with a thunderous momentum.

In the face of the menacing Hong Xuangong, Qian Zhenquan did not have the slightest idea of retreating. Raising his fist, Qian Zhen shouted angrily in return to Hong Xuangong.

"Bang!"

Strong and strong opposite, the fists of the two of them collided with each other aroused a powerful wave of qi, flying sand and stones, Hong Xuangong's face was expressionless, and Qian Zhenquan treated each other coldly.

After a punch, Hong Xuangong burst into a shout and continued to launch a fierce attack on Qianzhen's fist, punching one punch after another with a fist with strong internal force. Qian Zhenquan is not to be outdone, as a martial god, his fist and foot kung fu is his foundation, and it is also what he is most proud and proud of.

But in the face of Hong Xuangong in front of him, he didn't dare to be careless, not only because of Hong Xuangong's strong strength, but also because of ......

The cold light flashed, and a flying sword with a fierce sword aura suddenly attacked Qian Zhen's fist.

Qian Zhen's fist, which had just received Hong Xuangong's heavy punch, turned his head sharply to the side, avoiding the spirit sword that stabbed at his head.

It's a pity that this spirit sword is just the beginning, the second, the third, the fourth, the fifth......

Whenever a spirit sword passed by Qian Zhenquan's side, it could always leave a small scar on Qian Zhenquan's body. After a successful blow, these spirit swords will not leave Qian Zhenquan's side without a trace of nostalgia. Although Qian Zhenquan wanted to smash these annoying things, how could he, who was so restrained by Hong Xuangong, have his hands free to take care of others.

During the battle between Qianzhen Fist and Hong Xuangong and others, every punch and kick of the two of them was very huge, the earth shook, the powerful fist wind and the splashing internal force made the surrounding rocks shatter, and the yellow sand was flying all over the sky. The battle between the two is more like two prehistoric beasts than humans.

Feiyue also constantly manipulated this spirit sword to assist on the side, in fact, with her sword immortal's strength, it was definitely not as simple as just playing flying sword on the side, but her job was not to go up and fight Qian Zhenquan.

However, Yi Yunshan, who was in the distance, kept chattering and sighing, waving a brush and carving one complex incantation after another in the air. As time passed, the spell carved out by Yi Yunshan slowly formed a dazzling formation, and the energy contained in the formation was also extremely powerful, powerful enough to make anyone feel terrified.

Obviously, Hong Xuangong and the three have a clear division of labor when dealing with Qian Zhenquan. Hong Xuangong was responsible for dragging Qian Zhenquan, Feiyue was responsible for cutting off Qian Zhenquan's escape and assisting Hong Xuangong on the side, and Yi Yunshan was the key to ending the battle.

"Looking at it this way, it seems that there is no room for us to intervene in this battle. Even if they insisted on going up, it would only disrupt the rhythm of their battle and give Qian Zhenquan a chance. ”

Wei Jun smacked his lips and looked at the battle in the distance. Although he doesn't have to contribute, he likes to pick up cheap things for nothing, but he also wants to go up and warm up and have a good time.

"This is originally a battle between them, and it's better for outsiders not to get involved."

Qin Xi said expressionlessly.

"Outsiders, that's what you say."

Wei Jun's words made Qin Xiyan's face darken.

Seeing this, Wei Jun shrugged his shoulders and didn't dare to look for himself anymore. However, while observing the battle between Hong Xuangong and the others, he gradually understood the difference between the power system of this world and the game.

This world is certainly not like a game, everyone can only learn the same career system.

For example, Hong Xuangong, whether it is a fist or a qigong wave, he plays very slippery, and the martial god is the same, throwing fists and dragon-type qigong waves out without money. Not to mention anything else, the professions of the two must include that the boxer and the qigong master did not run. Needless to say, Feiyue is a sword immortal, and Yi Yunshan should also be a qigong master and a spell master.

Of course, this is just Wei Jun's speculation, a few people are thousands of years old monsters, maybe the career system or something, maybe they can't be restrained at all.

The epic battle between Hong Xuangong and the others against Qian Zhenquan was not as exaggerated as the three days and three nights of the battle in the novel, and this battle only lasted for more than half an hour, and it was taken as the end of the battle by Yi Yunshan's charged attack formation.

Everyone present saw that the reason why Qian Zhenquan died was probably his own will. Maybe at the beginning, Qian Zhenquan did have the idea of killing Wei Jun and then running away. But when it came to fighting, I don't know if he gave up on this idea or figured something out.

When Yi Yunshan's formation attacked Qian Zhen Fist, Qian Zhen Fist died, and he died crisply, and it seemed that he didn't even resist at all. This unexpected result silenced everyone present.

There is one exception, though.

At the moment when Qian Zhenquan died, Wei Jun quickly ran over and put his right hand on Qian Zhenquan's corpse.

Before Hong Xuangong and the others came out of their grief, they saw Wei Jun's strange behavior.

Yi Yunshan saw that his old friend Qianzhenquan would have to be desecrated by others after his death, and shouted to Wei Jun dissatisfiedly: "Hey, boy, what are you doing." ”

"What else can I do, don't forget that there is also a clone of the Demon Emperor in Qian Zhenquan's body. Now that Qian Zhenquan is dead, who knows if this guy will take the opportunity to occupy Qian Zhenquan's body. ”

After Wei Jun explained to them, he directly began to pick up bargains.

"Devour."

The devouring skill was activated, and the dark power, turbidity, and even the Demon Emperor clone hidden in Qian Zhen Fist's body were all turned into the purest dark power by Wei Jun, and a steady stream of them poured into his body from Wei Jun's right hand.

"This ......"

Hearing Wei Jun's words, Hong Xuangong and the others did not stop Wei Jun anymore.

Wei Jun's devouring process of Qian Zhen Fist was very smooth, but Wei Jun would not be stupid enough to only devour the turbidity and the Demon Emperor clone in Qian Zhen Fist's body, you must know that Qian Zhen Fist, as the strongest martial artist in the Sword Spirit World, is a big treasure trove in itself. The strength, exercises, and fighting skills on his body are wasted if they are kept, so it is better to let himself carry them forward.

Withdrawing his right hand from Qian Zhenquan's body, the demonic qi in Wei Jun's body burst out from his body irrepressibly, and the powerful and evil force directly forced Hong Xuangong and the others back. Hong Xuangong and the others didn't know why this phenomenon was coming, but they looked at Wei Jun with a faint look of vigilance.

They couldn't be blamed for this, because the aura that erupted from Wei Jun's body was too evil, which almost didn't make them mistakenly think that Wei Jun himself was the Demon Emperor disguised to approach them.

Retracting the demonic energy in his body and resealing the dark power in his body, Wei Jun also saw Hong Xuangong's concerns. Scratching his head at Hong Xuangong and the others shyly, Wei Jun sneered: "A few seniors, I'm really embarrassed. When I devoured the Demon Emperor's clone just now, my strength suddenly skyrocketed, and I didn't react to it all of a sudden, which made you worry. ”

Qin Xiyan saw Wei Jun's shy appearance, pursed his mouth disdainfully, and asked Estes beside him.

"Does that guy do this often?"

Although Qin Xiyan didn't point it out, Estes heard her question.

"It's pretty much the same, but his acting skills aren't bad, aren't they."

"Yes, even my master can deceive them. But aren't you worried that one day he will put that hypocritical mask on you? ”

Estes disdainful: "You don't need to worry about this." Besides, the mask in your mouth will only be displayed in front of outsiders. ”

Qin Xiyan said lightly: "Outsiders? In his eyes, we are still classified as outsiders, I really don't know whether to call him pitiful or pathetic. ”

"Aren't you like him?"

“......”

Unlike the 'friendly' mutual hatred between Estes and Qin Xiyan, Hong Xuangong, Yi Yunshan, and Feiyue on Wei Jun's side were standing in front of him with serious faces.

"According to what you say, what you are cultivating is an evil skill that can rob others of their power?"

"I didn't say that, how can there be such a technique in the world, this is my innate ability, and I can only devour evil forces, such as turbidity and evil energy or something. If I could really seize any power, I would already be the first in the world and dominate the martial arts, where would I almost be knocked down by the martial god's punch. ”

Wei Jun's skill of opening his eyes and talking nonsense was activated, and Hong Xuangong and the others felt that it was very reasonable. If Wei Jun's ability was really so rebellious, it would have already been reported in the martial arts, and when the time came, there would be no need for them to do anything, and the people in the martial arts would attack in groups.

"Innate ability? And can only seize the power of evil? Coupled with all the strange and magical skills you have, boy, you shouldn't be some big demon in the demon world? Yi Yunshan used the brush in his hand to poke left and right on Wei Jun's body.

"Can your question be reliable, why am I the great demon of the demon world?"

Wei Jun was speechless and slapped Yi Yunshan's brush.

At this time, Hong Xuangong also said with a serious face.

"Child, it's better to use this ability in your body less, it's not the strength that you get through your own hard work, it's not the right path after all, not to mention that what you have seized is the most evil power in the world. I fear that in the long run, you will be deprived of your mind by the evil power within you, and eventually become an evil demon enslaved by power. ”

"Huh?! This one...... Well, I'll seriously think about it. Wei Jun scratched his nose with a sneer.

Seeing Wei Jun like this, Hong Xuangong knew that Wei Jun definitely didn't listen to his words.

"Hey~ Forget it, but you have to remember that if one day you really can't control the power in your body, you must come over to find a few of our old guys, and we will find a way to help you." I hope you don't go to the point of no return like Qianzhenquan. ”

Wei Jun nodded: "Don't worry, I know." ”

"In that case, let's be separated for a while. We need to inform the Martial God Three Elders about Qianzhenquan, and then we will handle his funeral. ”

After opening the dragon vein, Yi Yunshan shook his head with his hands behind his back and sighed sadly: "Don't talk nonsense, let's go, let's go." ”

Before entering the dragon vein, Feiyue turned her head to look at her beloved disciple: "Xiyan, aren't you with us?" ”

Qin Xiyan shook his head: "No, Master, I won't attend that guy's funeral." ”

"Yes, you still refuse to forgive Qian Zhenquan." Feiyue smiled bitterly.

Hong Xuangong and the others left, and when they left, they took away Qian Zhenquan's corpse and the indescribable sadness in their hearts.