"What do you see! A bunch of ants, the immortal gate is also something you can covet? Get out!" The young man turned his head to look at Du Ming, and his eyes were even more disdainful, as if he was driving away some ants.

“......”

The disciples of the Immortal Sect in the Great Wilderness World have always been the descendants of the Immortal Sect, the blood nobles, and the three ordinary people with extraordinary talents.

Qin Lang is not a bloodline body, nor is he a nobleman, nor does he have any extraordinary talent.

He's just an ordinary person.

Qin Yao is a little special.

She's the body of the extreme yin.

However, it is a pity that the Extreme Yin Body is not the bloodline power required by the Kunlun Immortal Realm, so she is completely insignificant to the Kunlun Immortal Realm......

Therefore, as soon as they flew to the mountain gate of Kunlun Wonderland, the two were beaten down by the mountain-guarding disciples in Kunlun Wonderland using their magical powers.

If it was just beaten down, Du Ming wouldn't care about anything.

After all, everyone has their own situation, and this great wilderness world itself is like this, and it is normal for the disciples of the Immortal Sect not to accept these ordinary people in the lower realm, but ......

When Du Ming watched Qin Lang being trampled on the ground so insulted, a slight anger arose in his heart, especially this arrogant attitude made Du Ming extremely uncomfortable.

Immediately after, there was a strange tremor coming from Du Ming's sword.

This tremor was not emitted by the sword spirit.

And it comes from the sword itself.

Of course, Du Ming didn't think much about it.

"Let go of your feet. Du Ming tried to keep himself calm, and his voice became very quiet.

"What! What did you say, I heard you right, did you? You say it again!" the young man was stunned, for it was the first time he had heard someone dare to speak to him like this, and it was an ordinary-looking ant-like figure, and he even felt that he had misheard.

Aren't these mortals constantly nodding and smiling when they see themselves, so respectful?

"I say, let go of your foot on him!"

Du Ming's eyes narrowed even deeper.

Yang Xingyu's face turned a little pale in shock, and he hurriedly pulled Du Ming's sleeve to let Du Ming pay a little attention.

The other party is a great power of the Immortal Sect, but he is a disciple of the Kunlun Immortal Realm!

How can you talk to them like that?

Now is not the time to offend the disciples of the Immortal Sect!

"Do you know how to write dead words?" the young man heard clearly.

Because he heard it clearly, his expression looked at Du Ming as if he had seen a ghost.

Is this ant crazy?

Doesn't he know who he is?

How dare he talk to me like that?

Or could it be that the disciples of the Immortal Sect have not come down to walk for a long time, and have made these mortals forget what it means to distinguish between the noble and the low?

How can a humble ant face a noble immortal with such an expression?

"I naturally know how to write dead words, not only do I know but I can teach you how to write them!"

Under the sun, Du Ming looked around.

He suddenly laughed at the young man, as if mocking.

"What!"

"You, look for death!" The young man himself was used to being rebellious, and when he saw a person who dared to be so rude to him, his face instantly distorted, and he suddenly stretched out his hand and slapped it fiercely at Du Ming.

A palm slapped on the void, and in an instant, the void was completely full of breath, and instantly turned into a huge handprint and crashed into Du Ming as if covering the sky and the sun.

The moment this palm was slapped, there was a blasting sound from everything around him, as if a palm had broken open this space!

The palm wind was fierce and suffocating, shaking everything around him.

Yang Xingyu was so frightened by the palm wind that he retreated dozens of meters, and then watched in horror at the grass and trees on both sides of the palm wind and broke off!

At the same time, everything around me seems to be caught in this palm, and the pressure explodes!

This is the young man's supernatural powers.

Palm down everything!

Du Ming felt this palm coming, slowly raised his hand, and then slashed at the palm print in the void with a sword!

There is a sword qi hidden in the sword, and in the depths of the sword qi, there is an infinite momentum that cuts through everything.

Angry, murderous, dark, roaring, dead......

There is so much aura in this sword.

"Die!"

"Flutter!"

The palm print collided with Du Ming's sword qi, and then Du Ming's whole body robe shook, and after a shock, it recovered as before.

But the young man's eyes widened!

For a brief moment, he seemed to see rivers of blood, mountains of bones, and thunder and endless ghosts, as well as several roaring terrifying demons staring at him.

"Flutter!"

Palm prints shattered.

The young man's unruly face suddenly became extremely frightened, and he took dozens of steps back and stared at Du Ming in horror.

Du Ming's sword only shattered his supernatural handprint, blocking his breath, but other than that, he didn't suffer any injuries.

However, it was as if something had baptized him in the depths of his soul, except fear or fear.

Swing your sword.

Collect the sword.

This is completely the most basic basic swordsmanship, without any fancy tricks.

A sword!

Yes!

It's just a sword.

Du Ming walked towards him slowly, a leaf fell from the tree, and a meter of sunlight shone on Du Ming's smiling face through the gap in the leaves.

Evil, but terrible!

At the same time, Du Ming's body exuded an invincible momentum that was as if it were not shocking, which pressed the young man and made the young man dare not move......

"I can teach you how to write dead words now!"

"Palm through the void!"

In an instant, the young man gritted his teeth, suddenly jumped up, and slapped Du Ming fiercely.

With this palm, the sound of explosion slammed into Du Ming with a fierce leopard's roar......

It's the power of his bloodline!

The power of the leopard!

The supernatural power is still the supernatural power of Fangcai, but after being accompanied by the power of the bloodline, the supernatural power of this palm is extremely palpitating, and the surrounding illusions continue to arise, making Yang Xingyu next to him feel a chill in his heart......

She even wanted to get to her knees and shiver.

The golden handprint crashed into Du Ming.

Du Ming looked up......

"Is this the power of your bloodline?"

There was still a smile on his face, but the smile was quite meaningful.

Of course, this sentence was not said by Du Ming, but by the little yellow snake in Du Ming's arms.

The little yellow snake poked its head out slightly, looking at the golden handprint as if it were a joke.

Du Ming raised his head without saying a word.

Hold your sword and raise your hand......

A sword!

"Flutter!"

The sword light turned into a golden mang, and there was a heavy dragon groan in the depths of the golden mang......

"Click!"

A very simple sword, but once again shattered the handprints taken by the young man, constantly shattering the handprints of the young man, and even making the blood veins in the young man's body tremble, as if it was about to explode!

Another sword!

The young man was shocked!

What the hell is going on?

What happened to my strength, my bloodline?

It wasn't terrible to be broken, but what was terrible was that he felt a hint of fear and surrender in his veins.

What was that roaring voice just now?

Could it be a dragon?

This person turned out to be the blood of a dragon?

Authentic dragon blood?

Damn!

How is it possible for this world to have dragon blood?

Young people feel like they're going crazy.

Boom!

The young man fell to the ground again, different from the last time he fell to the ground, the last time he landed, he knocked Qin Lang's sister and brother to the ground, and the whole person was arrogant, but this time, he was completely beaten to the ground.

The sun shone on his face.

There was a look of disillusionment and disbelief on his face.

He looked at Du Ming, but no matter how he looked at it, he didn't feel any mysterious power on Du Ming's body!

Everyman!

Ordinary people who are more ordinary than ordinary people.

Fantastic!

Absolutely incredible!

"What about the dead word, first a horizontal above!"

Du Ming took a step forward, as if he was in some interest.

After swinging the sword twice, he seemed to feel that there seemed to be a very strange sound in the sword that was impacting his consciousness!

But this voice is definitely not the voice of the sword spirit!

The voice of the sword spirit is a hippie smile and even extremely evil, but this voice is a little majestic......

Then, he subconsciously swung a sword!

"Flutter!"

The young man violently swung his hand seal to resist the sword, but he couldn't resist it at all......

Flutter!

The sword qi slammed into his body, causing him to spit blood.

Du Ming's wrist turned, and then the sword condensed with blood, and flipped slightly......

Flutter!

A horizontal ...... appeared on the ground

"Then, a gangster, a dagger......"

Du Ming felt as if he had fallen into some strange state, and took another step forward.

"Flutter!"

Two swords were swung.

These two swords were very ordinary, and they didn't carry any aura, just sword qi......

The young man wanted to fly up and flee from here, but as soon as he flew up, the sword qi wrapped around his body, knocking him to the ground again......

He spat blood again......

When he got up again, the word "death" appeared in front of him!

Dead words made of blood.

"It's a dead word!"

Du Ming looked at the young man and said this.

But Du Ming felt that something was wrong.

His whole being seemed to be out of control.

The first sword, the second sword was indeed swung by him, but the third and fourth swords ......

But it was not his will at all.

It seems that he is controlled by something!

Du Ming's hand trembled slightly, and then he gritted his teeth and suppressed the urge to swing his sword!

It was the first time since he had held the sword that he had lost control like this......

"Don't kill him, he is a disciple of Kunlun Fairyland, kill him, you will have endless trouble!"

At this time, Qin Yao woke up, and Qin Yao was shocked and wanted to stop Du Ming.

"Yes, I am, but a disciple of Kunlun Fairyland, if you kill me, my Kunlun Fairyland will not let you go, even if you are strong, even if you escape to the ends of the earth, I will not let you go!" The young man who was originally in a desperate situation, with a face full of fear, suddenly stared at Du Ming, as if he had found some life-saving straw.

Du Ming closed his eyes, and his hands trembled again inexplicably.

That feeling of being out of control strikes again!

"Master, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, you ......"

Du Ming felt as if he was a little out of control.

Now he wanted to throw away the sword, but he found that he couldn't!

"You, you, you...... Now, I advise you to run quickly, or you will be plunged into endless fear when my brothers and sisters come down......

"Flutter!"

Before the young man finished speaking, Du Ming raised his hand and slashed through the void with a sword......

This sword, the sword light is incomparably bright, as if it has pierced the starry sky......

In an instant, the young man's body was slashed in two by this sword......

"You, how dare you, you...... Kunlun, I won't let you go!" the young man stared at Du Ming in disbelief.

This man, how dare he kill me!

Du Ming opened his eyes, however, Du Ming felt a surge of breath in his body, and in the sword, there seemed to be endless strange voices that were constantly telling Du Ming in Du Ming's consciousness......

"Flutter!"

Another sword pierced the young man's head......

"Kunlun, what is it!"

Then, such a voice appeared in Du Ming's consciousness, and then Du Ming opened his mouth and said this sentence.

Du Ming was stunned.

It's not something you have to say.

Who is in control of himself and says this?

What's wrong with me?

What's the situation?

"Master, master, master, speak, what's wrong with you?"

"Master, master?"

"Master, don't scare me!"

The anxious voice of the sword spirit rang out.

Du Ming looked down at the sword, and then looked into the distance......

Dazed.

Yes, he is just at a loss at the moment.

It seems that something in the sword is about to be revived......