The rain of the ancient tomb was still continuing, falling on the Xuanzhong Sword that was being forcefully lifted in front of Qin Yun, and there was a crisp sound of tinkling Lingling. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At this time, Qin Yun's state was indeed not optimistic, first he was hit by this Absolute Spirit Cartilage Scatter, and then he experienced a battle of life and death, and the spiritual energy in his body was already facing a state of complete exhaustion.

In the face of Yisumen's revenge, it can be said that there is no chance of winning at all. However, after several lives and deaths, he did not allow himself to be killed like this.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qin Yun said, then unloaded the Xuanzhong Sword in his hand, and faced the Yisumen monk with his bare hands!

Even if he didn't have aura, Qin Yun would have to fight to the death!

Besides, he still has a back hand!

A small wine jug was summoned from the ring, and Qin Yun's mouth was slightly slighted. Thumb gently picked up the wooden cork in the flask, and he quickly drank it.

The small wine jug was not filled with ordinary wine, but the ancient tomb Qingliu that Qin Yun was planning to bring back to the Qin State not long ago. Each mouthful of clear water flowed into his throat, and in an instant, it turned into a wave of warmth and merged into Qin Yun's dantian.

"You don't know, the stream in this ancient tomb contains a lot of aura!" Qin Yun said confidently, and the dantian in his body shimmered with golden light!

It was true that these streams could restore aura, but the effect was exaggerated by Qin Yun a lot. The purpose is to make these Yisumen monks jealous, or to scare them away.

"Even if you can restore your aura, you're just a waste-like condensation period, and a few of us are in the Great Zhou Heaven!" said proudly, although it was unexpected that the stream in this ancient tomb stream could restore aura, but he was able to suppress Qin Yun to the death in his own realm. Especially when Qin Yun didn't have the Xuanzhong Sword in his hand, his cultivation was exhaustive, which made the Yisumen monks even more unscrupulous. Looking at Qin Yun was like looking at a dead person.

A small realm is enough to crush people, not to mention the difference of three major realms, it is simply a gap between heaven and earth, which cannot be crossed!

"You can come and try it!" Qin Yun squinted his eyes halfway, and drank this spiritual energy stream water, at this time, there was finally some material in the dantian, and he was able to barely luck the strange power exercise.

"Don't pretend, waste!" a monk standing behind Changsun Xing said wildly, stabbing at Qin Yun with a sword. This monk had also completely entered the early stage of the Great Zhou Heaven, and he didn't pay attention to Qin Yun's condensation period at all.

Facing the attack of the long sword, Qin Yun's pupils constricted. A thin layer of glass-colored light curtain was covered between the two fingers, and his spirit condensed, and he used his flesh sword to fight against the cold iron long sword!

"You still think you are the incorruptible body of Vajra!" said the monk, sneering, fighting the cold iron and gold with flesh and blood, only those who have the body of Vajra can do it.

Qin Yun said silently, just when the distance between his finger and the sword was less than a fraction of a minute, his steps suddenly changed sharply, and his straight body moved slightly to the right. He hadn't thought of using his sword to point at the cold sword, although the glass-colored light curtain could give Qin Yun the supreme divine power of breaking gold and stone, but at this moment, he simply didn't have enough aura to exert it.

The finger deflected, not striking the tip of the sword, but striking the monk's throat.

This is not a dragonfly in the water, but a heavy stone into the lake!

Glancing at the corpse of the fallen Yisumen monk, Qin Yun spoke, "Who said I was going to fight you against the sword?!"

The dead do not hear the sound, and of course his words are meant to be heard by the rest of the monks of the Yisumen.

"You guys go up together!" Eldest Sun Xing was furious, and was teased by Qin Yun again and again, making him completely lose his patience and want to kill him immediately.

Hearing Changsun Xing's order, the remaining three Yisumen monks came one after another with their swords to take Qin Yun's life!

Facing the three approaching cold swords, Qin Yun repelled. On the way, he poured the small wine jug he held in his right hand into his mouth, and his dark eyes kept observing the three long swords with his peripheral vision, not letting it touch him.

The remaining half of the pot of water poured into his mouth with a clatter, and a small amount of it spilled out, mixed with the rainwater and wet the clothes on his chest. is like a literati who pours wine because of his poetic masterpieces, and like a peerless hero who destroys minions while talking and laughing.

Heroic!

The stream water poured out of the pot gradually decreased, and Qin Yun shook it and drank the remaining stream water into his mouth.

The steps back suddenly stopped, and Qin Yun slammed the empty pot in his hand on the head of a monk.

With a thud, the empty flask smashed a large bun on the monk's forehead, dripping with blood.

"It's my turn now!" Qin Yun grinned, there was a buzz in the dantian, the strange power technique was running with all its might, and his left hand was covered by a glass-colored light curtain.

With an arrow step, Qin Yun rushed to the middle of the three monks. Then a punch struck, hitting the chest of the monk who had been smashed out of the bag.

The sound of crackling bones suddenly spread.

The power of the Glass Fist was so great that the monk's body flew upside down into the depths of the dense forest like a kite off the string, and his life and death were unknown.

After knocking the monk away, Qin Yun did not pause, but at a faster speed, his eyes aimed at the long sword in the monk's hand on the right. With a flick of his fingers, his right hand quickly snatched the long sword. Then he immediately backhanded, and pierced the heart of the monk on the right with a sword in his right hand!

And Qin Yun's left hand was clasping the head of the last monk in the morning, with the support of the Strange Power Exercise, and each finger of his left hand had a hundred thousand catties of strength.

With the exertion of his left hand, the skull was easily crushed like an eggshell.

Qin Yun's left and right hands let go at the same time, and the two corpses fell to the ground weakly. With the addition of the monk who was punched by him and flew into the dense forest, all the Yisumen monks except for Changsun Xing were wiped out at this time.

"Impossible!" Changsun Xing unconsciously stepped back and started, his eyes full of shock. Feeling the amazing combat power emanating from Qin Yun's body, he couldn't help but tremble.

If Qin Yun was a Great Zhou Heavenly cultivator, then Changsun Xing might not be like this. However, no matter how he looked at it, Qin Yun only had a condensation period of cultivation.

"Don't kill me" Watching Qin Yun's approach step by step, Changsun Xing kept retreating, and only then did he realize that he had bumped into someone he shouldn't touch.

"You should also hit the road!" Qin Yun summoned another wine jug from the ring and drank it with a clatter. Even if the eldest grandson begged for mercy, Qin Yun had to kill him on the spot, so as not to leave future troubles.

was put aside by a small pebble behind him, and the panicked eldest grandson Xing fell to the ground with a buttock, his face dripping and he didn't know whether it was rain or cold sweat left behind.

He didn't have any exercises in his hands that could temporarily improve his cultivation, nor did he have a sacrificial pill like a female monk.

Even if he had, he wouldn't use it, because he didn't have the guts.

"Die. Qin Yun frowned coldly, and was about to end Changsun Xing's life.

"Elder save me!" Eldest Sun Xing shouted in a panic, and he was so idiotic that he begged the elders of Yisumen for help.