Chapter 117: Fighting to the Death Sword God

In the cave, Qin Feng found a temporary place to stay overnight, Qin Feng looked at Catherine's well-behaved appearance sleeping quietly, and couldn't help but reach out and pull Catherine's somewhat messy hair, and just as he was about to get up, he heard Catherine beside him whisper:

"Wind ...... Don't leave me......"

Qin Feng turned his head, and after taking a careful look at Catherine, he gave her a deep kiss on the forehead, took off the colorful armor on her body and put it beside Catherine, and walked outside without looking back, not noticing the tears that slipped from the corners of Catherine's eyes.

Qin Feng held his magic wand in his hand, relying on the floating array on the wand and flew forward quickly, until he stopped in the open space about dozens of miles away from the cave where Catherine was.

Qin Feng secretly contemplated himself, and changed the sky and the earth, **** controlled a trace of spiritual energy to scan the past within a hundred miles. Since waking up from the Tiger Spirit Illusion, Qin Feng found that although his own meridians had not been repaired well, the Chaos Demon Body Technique had broken through to the sixth layer, and the hardness of his body had increased hundreds of times, and Qin Feng even had a feeling that his body was still evolving, and the hardness was still improving, and it seemed that there was a mysterious force that was constantly helping him.

Another change is that the strength of his own spiritual power has increased hundreds of times, and the **** has actually reached the bottleneck of the eighth layer, and there are faint signs of breaking through to the ninth layer, and the direct benefit is that the range of spiritual search has increased hundreds of times, and it can only be searched to a range of half a mile before, but now it can be searched for a range of 100 miles.

In front of the waterhole just now, Qin Feng felt a super strong spiritual fluctuation flying towards them, and the strength of that spiritual fluctuation was second only to Beamon Emperor Strut among all the powerhouses Qin Feng had ever seen, so Qin Feng put Catherine to sleep and ran out alone, luring the peerless powerhouse over.

Finally, a dark shadow was like the wind. Chasing the dark clouds in the sky, it swept through the air at a speed that ordinary people couldn't distinguish at all, and landed in front of Qin Feng like a night owl.

A kind of power that has been in the upper position for a long time emanates from the black shadow, and at the same time, a spiritual pressure is also pressed from the black shadow.

Qin Feng naturally moved to change the sky and the earth to meet the ****, and suddenly two invisible energies collided in the air, sending out a huge vibration without sound.

Qin Feng felt a shock in his spirit. He didn't think there was anything special, and the guy across from him was surprised!

As a god-level master, one of the sharpest means of attack that they have more than a saint-level master is spiritual attack, only by stepping into the threshold of the god-level can they comprehend the mystery of spiritual energy cultivation, and the way to judge the cultivation of a god-level master is to judge the strength of their spiritual energy.

The blow just now, although it looked ordinary, was unusually dangerous. It is more dangerous than a normal Holy Rank battle. If Qin Feng hadn't dealt with it just now, then the consequences would not just be as simple as becoming an idiot.

"I've overestimated you enough, but I didn't expect to underestimate you. A burst of voices that could not distinguish between men and women drifted to Qin Feng's ears with a gust of night wind.

"It seems that you have completely subverted the history of the continent for tens of thousands of years, the youngest Sword Emperor. The youngest Earth Saint Rank, the youngest Divine Rank in the future, and even the realm above the legendary Divine Rank. Before Qin Feng could come back to his senses, the second sentence of the black shadow had already come.

"Maybe. But it seems that Your Excellency is not just here to tell me about these places. Respected Mr. Sword God?" Qin Feng's face did not show a trace of emotional fluctuations, as if what he had just said was not himself.

"Huh...... When people get old, they have more mouths, and they "reveal" their flaws, hehe...... Let's get down to business, a request, follow me. The shadow smiled.

"Why?" Qin Feng asked with a cold smile.

"With your current strength, you can't stop me at all. Although you are a saint-level master, of course you are not convinced, so take a step back and say, even if you can catch me a few moves, then can you beat me? And think about that little lover of yours. The voice of the black shadow came unhurriedly.

"Then you take my move, catch it, I'll go with you, I can't catch it. You go. How?" Qin Feng stared closely at the black shadow path in front of him that couldn't tell whether it was a real shadow or an illusion.

"Although I know that you are using the method of agitation, I still accept your challenge. Hehe, if you haven't experienced it personally, you won't understand the gap between the divine level and the holy level. The voice of the black shadow was still so slow and leisurely drifting over.

Qin Feng took out the Zhushen Bow from the space bag, and suddenly a breath that made the heavens and the earth tremble came out from the ancient and swarthy bow of the Zhushen.

"Super Artifact?How is it possible?How can you control a Super Artifact with a Holy Rank?" the black shadow let out a voice of disbelief.

Qin Feng didn't answer, he shook the Divine Bow in his hand, opened the bow and controlled the strings, firmly locked the place around the black shadow, and controlled a part of the spiritual power to condense into a spiritual arrow, aiming at the other party.

Qin Feng seemed to have forgotten everything, ignoring everything, there was only a bow and distant enemies in his eyes, a giant illusion with a height of nine zhang appeared behind Qin Feng, the burly figure, the muscles like a dragon, the firm gaze, and Qin Feng's action of opening the bow and controlling the strings, a momentum that could almost break the world rushed towards the black shadow from the virtual image.

Under the pressure of this momentum, the vague black shadow finally "revealed" its original form, but it was a burly old man with white hair and ruddy face, holding an unsheathed two-handed silver "color" giant sword.

At this moment, the old man no longer had the calmness and calmness he had at the beginning, and he was sweating profusely and looked at the god in Qin Feng's hand, his eyes full of fear from the heart.

Suddenly, Qin Feng slowly closed the bowstring and said, "Mr. Sword God, what if I win this game?" According to the previous agreement, you have to leave. ”

The old man who had escaped death didn't speak, and disappeared in front of Qin Feng.

Seeing the old man leaving, Qin Feng didn't have time to check it with his mental power, he couldn't suppress a mouthful of backblood anymore, and spewed out, although the seventh layer that forcibly ran the 'shooting' day hustle and bustle just now successfully scared away the sword god, it also aggravated the injury in his own internal organs again.

"Haha~~ It's good that I didn't leave right away, otherwise I would have been deceived by you. A voice with hatred reached Qin Feng's ears, and with a "swish", the old man with the strength of the Sword God who had fled in a hurry just now appeared in front of Qin Feng's eyes again.

"Pounce~~" Qin Feng was in a hurry, spit out another mouthful of blood, and forcibly wanted to pull the Zhushen Bow again.

As soon as the old man saw Qin Feng like this, he didn't make much movement, but a sharp sword aura rushed straight towards Qin Feng's right hand holding the bow, only to hear the sound of gold and iron, Qin Feng actually relied on the hardness of his flesh to block that sword qi.

"How is that possible?" the old man looked at Qin Fengdao with an incredulous expression.

Qin Feng took advantage of the time when the old man was in a god, and the Zhushen in his hand opened again, but due to the previous injury, every time he opened a little, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and when Qin Feng opened the Zhushen Bow to seven points, he only felt that his eyes were dizzy for a while, the tense nerves could not be controlled, and the bowstring in his hand was loosened.

Hearing only a miserable scream, Qin Feng bit his lower lip hard, and the severe pain made him, who was a little unconscious due to excessive blood loss, a little sober, and turned around and ran behind him.

Qin Feng only felt that his legs were getting heavier and heavier, his head was getting heavier and heavier, and his consciousness was getting weaker and weaker, as if he was about to faint, but he was stubbornly resisted by Qin Feng. Finally, I don't know how long he lasted, Qin Feng only felt that his whole body strength was almost exhausted and he couldn't run anymore, he suddenly felt that his feet were empty, and then he fell sharply, and finally seemed to enter a cold world, and then he fainted in a daze.

When Qin Feng woke up in a daze, he found that he had a splitting headache, as if he was the only one in the world, and there seemed to be a blonde and blue-eyed, tall woman in the depths of his memory, and a girl with silver hair and blue eyes and a tail, but he couldn't remember their names.

At this moment, a sound of "Zhiya~~" diverted Qin Feng's attention, and he saw a cute little girl like a porcelain doll push open the door and poke her head out timidly, and after seeing Qin Feng wake up, he jumped up and ran to Qin Feng, and looked at Qin Feng with his lovely eyes wide:

"Big brother, you're really awake, Gong...... Miss said you should wake up, but I didn't expect you to really wake up, hehe......"

"You are ......," Qin Feng asked as he looked at the cute little girl in front of him.

"We, we are your saviors, do you know, you fell into the water, if we hadn't saved you, you would have frozen to death!"

"Hehe, thank you then!" Qin Feng said with a sincere smile.

"Xixi, by the way, you see that your original clothes are no longer in shape, hurry up and change your clothes and go with me to see Miss, I'll be waiting for you outside the door!" the little girl pointed to the stack of clothes at the head of Qin Feng's bed.

"Yes, okay. ”

After Qin Feng changed into new clothes, as soon as he opened the door and came out, the little girl only felt that her eyes lit up and said, "You are so handsome, compared to the Marquis of Kemeer, the eldest son of Duke Tulip." ”

Then, without waiting for Qin Feng to say anything, he ran to the front and led the way with a grin.

Qin Feng followed the little girl and carefully looked at everything around, and found that he was actually on the boat! The whole ship was very elegantly arranged, every item was placed just right, obviously all of them were carefully designed, to be able to live in such a luxurious big ship, then the "Miss" in the little girl's mouth was obviously a character who was either rich or noble.