"I can't help myself!" The five fingers of the poisonous fangs clenched, and they swung straight at the rushing figure, and there was a faint sharp sound of breaking the wind suddenly sounded, and the fist of the poisonous fangs was like a giant mountain blasting out, and the terrifying strength suddenly appeared in the void, unceremoniously imprinted on the chests of the disciples of these ancient kingdoms covering the sea. A low voice suddenly sounded, and under the adoring gaze of Lin Yiyun and others, these disciples of the Ancient Kingdom of the Sea Covering Sea flew out upside down one after another, hitting the thick tree pole fiercely, and the screams followed.

"If you want to test the reality of my fangs, you ask Meng Lingyun to come in person!" The fang's figure jumped up to the treetops vigorously, and walked towards Nanrong Yebao without hesitation, and his clenched single fist burst out again.

Looking at this scene, Nan Rong Yebao's face changed uncertainly, his five fingers clenched into a fist violently, and he didn't avoid the edge at all.

In the distance, Qin Tian looked at this scene quietly, his eyes revealed a touch of solemnity, the fight between the two seemed to be dull, but there was a faint flow of power of rules, and the strength was extraordinary.

Bang! The moment the two figures staggered, their fists slammed together, and I saw that Nan Rong Yebao's face became extremely red at this moment, and he staggered backwards, and a mouthful of blood came out.

"Sure enough, you are already a half-step Spirit Emperor!" As he retreated, Nan Rong Yebao's eyes showed a thick look of jealousy, and said, "Senior Brother Meng's guess is really right, you and Jian Ruthless have both stepped into the realm of a half-step Spirit Emperor!"

"Now I know, it's a little late!" Fang's face was expressionless, and his figure chased after the young man like a ghost, his eyes full of murderous intent in his eyes.

The dagger oozing Zhongguang instantly appeared in the fang's hand, like the tongue of a poisonous snake, straight to the vital point of Rong Yebao's neck.

Nan Rong Yebao's face changed slightly, and cold sweat broke out, this guy wants to kill me.

It's just that the young man's figure stopped suddenly, and there was a sneer on his face, "Senior Brother Meng, I'll leave it to you next!"

The pupils of the fangs shrank sharply, and a figure like a rainbow suddenly appeared dozens of feet away, and in a few breaths, it swept past the young man, and suddenly met the dagger that came through the hole.

The piercing sound of gold and iron clashing erupted, and the emaciated figure of the fangs fell backwards, retreating a few steps one after another, landing in front of Qin Tian and the others.

At the same time, there was a figure standing in front of the emaciated young man, and when he saw this figure, the fang's gaze also changed slightly, and he spat lightly: "Meng Lingyun!"

In the stunned gaze, a young man with a sword appeared, his appearance was extremely handsome, but there was a touch of arrogance and arrogance between his eyebrows, and at this time, the long sword in his hand slowly provoked, coldly pointed at the fangs, looking at the fangs as if looking at the prey, and said: "Half-step Spirit Emperor, you and the sword are ruthlessly hidden deep enough, if it weren't for Nanrong Yebao fighting you, I really can't see it!"

"Want to try?" Fangs waved the dagger in his hand, and a chill gradually appeared on his face.

"As you wish!" Meng Lingyun's eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes flashed with a little murderous intent, and his sword-wielding figure shot towards the fangs, the speed was a little more terrifying than the fangs before.

"You want to kill me, Meng Lingyun, you are really arrogant!" The corners of the fang's lips raised a mocking arc, but his figure fell back lightly in the stunned gaze of Lin Yiyun and others, and he retreated, and one of his figures happened to appear in Meng Lingyun's sight, Qin Tian! The sharp sound of breaking wind gradually sounded in his ears, Qin Tian's originally somewhat calm face gradually surged with some coldness at this time, this poisonous fang, actually calculated himself.

Catching up with Meng Lingyun, who was galloping over, Qin Tian's eyes became extremely cold, and he said coldly: "This feeling of being calculated is really unpleasant!"

Meng Lingyun saw that the fangs were skillfully avoided, but instead let a disciple of the Peerless Hall come out to block his sword, and snorted coldly, his sword speed did not slow down at all, but became even more terrifying.

Jiang Jian and Zhong Changfeng immediately retreated, fearing that the city gate would catch fire and affect the pond fish.

Lin Yiyun's beautiful eyes were even more joyful, and a sneer rose at the corner of her lips, Senior Brother Poison Fang, so calculating!

"Qin Tian, this guy, I don't know the height of the sky, I want to ruthlessly ask the sword for spiritual skills, and I can't live if I do my own evil!" Whether in Lin Yiyun's eyes or in the eyes of the fangs, Qin Tian will definitely die under the sword of Meng Lingyun......

Meng Lingyun, the genius of the ancient country covering the sea!

The killing power of this sword is aimed at the fangs, and it is extremely terrifying.

When Qin Tian looked directly at this sword, it seemed like an invisible wind was blowing in his face.

A suffocating depression permeated Qin Tian's heart, Meng Xingyun was very strong, and among the peers he had seen, Meng Xingyun was the strongest one.

Located in the sword momentum of Dream Xingyun, Qin Tian is like a lonely boat in the wild waves, which can be subverted at any time.

However, at this moment, an incomparably terrifying aura permeated Qin Tian's body, and this aura actually made Zhong Changfeng and the others on the side feel a sense of shortness of breath.

Qin Tian's gaze became extremely sharp at this moment, the corners of his mouth even flashed a mysterious arc, his body was as tall as a sword, and there was a faint momentum of sharpness, and he said slowly: "I hate this feeling!"

"The feeling of being calculated, what does the grudge between your dreams and fangs have to do with me!"

"But I want to get involved with Lao Tzu!"

Under the gaze of dozens of stunned gazes, Qin Tian took a step, his steps were extremely firm, and the muscles in his whole body were tense all the time.

The iron sword was unsheathed, Qin Tian held the sword in his right hand and pointed at Meng Xingyun from afar, walking like flying, every time he took a step, the momentum on Qin Tian's body was a little stronger, in Lin Yiyun's incredible gaze, Qin Tian directly met the sword of Meng Xingyun.

Even if it is a ninth-order cultivator of the Spirit King, in the face of a master of the same level, even a strong person who exists in the half-step Spirit Emperor does not dodge it?

Is this an egg hitting a stone, and a mantis arm blocking the car?

Even the fangs, there was a little stunned on his slightly cold face, he originally thought that this Qin Tian would retreat.

Qin Tian's starting sword style, the unpretentious sword style made Jiang Jian and the others shake their heads secretly, can a sword style that is not even at the Xuan level shake Meng Xingyun, it is simply a joke.

Whether it is a sword style or a cultivation, with such a gap between the two, can he block the sword of a strong person like Meng Xingyun?

The disciple of the Ancient Kingdom of the Covered Sea secretly sneered, it was really the fearless of the ignorant, hadn't this disciple of the Peerless Hall heard of Senior Brother Meng's reputation?

"Poor substitute ghost!" Seeing that Qin Tian did not retreat but drew his sword, the corners of Meng Xingyun's mouth flashed with a demonic smile, but his fierce gaze did not fall on the poisonous fangs in the distance.

Only the poisonous fangs can attract my attention, as my opponent, Meng Xingyun said secretly in his heart, but at this moment, the moment the sword weapon in Qin Tian's hand was raised to the highest point, the sword momentum accumulated together completely exploded at this moment, and the momentum of the grandmaster realm of splitting mountains and breaking mountains was vividly reflected at this moment, this sudden change made Meng Xingyun's face change slightly, and suddenly gave birth to a strange feeling, this feeling was as if he had incarnated into a mountain, and a groundbreaking axe fell into the sky.

"This sword style has reached the realm of the grandmaster!" In the midst of the lightning and flint, Meng Xingyun only felt that a figure was rapidly enlarged in his eyes, and in the end, only this sword like splitting mountains and breaking mountains remained.

Whether it was Fangfang, Jiang Jian and the others, they were all holding their breath at the moment and watching this scene intently.

The sharp blades of the sword were connected, and the deafening sonorous sound was incessant.

The two staggered figures retreated towards the rear almost simultaneously, and a series of sparks flew up between them.

Bang bang! Qin Tian staggered backwards and retreated five steps, while Meng Xingyun retreated two steps.

"His cultivation is definitely not the Spirit Master Realm, the Spirit Master Realm of the Soul Master Realm, how can his strength be so terrifying, Half-Step Spirit Emperor, this guy is also the existence of a Half-Step Spirit Emperor!"

On the contrary, Qin Tian's face did not have any waves, his sharp blade-like gaze stared directly at Meng Lingyun, as if he wanted to see through Meng Lingyun's emptiness, and secretly said in his heart: "The existence of the half-step Spirit Emperor is really terrifying!"

At the same time, Meng Lingyun set off a big wave in his heart, looking down at the footprints on the ground, he still had an unbelievable feeling that in the head-on confrontation, he was actually forced back two steps by a monk of the Spirit Master realm.

This is undoubtedly a great shame for him who is arrogant, if the sword ruthlessly repels him, it would be fine, but he is a monk in the realm of a spiritual master.

The sonorous body gradually dispersed, but the swaying forest sea was audible, and the splashed sparks fell on the dead leaves all over the ground, and instantly ignited clusters of flames.

It's just that under the breath of Qin Tian and Meng Lingyun, this cluster of flames was suppressed, and the fire of the prairie was not formed.

Comparable to the combat power of the ninth order of the Spirit King and the combat power of the half-step Spirit Emperor, this was originally an insurmountable moat, but it was broken by Qin Tian's simple and unpretentious sword.

Looking at this scene blankly, Lin Yiyun and Zhong Changfeng had forgotten to breathe and forget to think, in the past few days, they originally thought that they had thoroughly understood Qin Tian's strength, but now this scene told them how ignorant this idea was.

"He's hiding too deeply!" Zhong Changfeng felt a little bitter in his heart, Qin Tian at this moment was like a group of peaks in his eyes, he originally thought that he could see the end of the peaks, but his vision was only covered by the higher peaks, and he couldn't see the peaks behind him.

"If you can use the sword ruthlessly, you will be like a tiger, if you can't use it, you will become a great enemy!" Poison Fang's eyes were a little cold, and the scene in front of him was obviously beyond his expectations, originally he just wanted to use Meng Lingyun to teach Qin Tian a lesson and make him restrain himself, but unexpectedly, the development of things was far beyond his imagination.

Everyone was in different moods, all of which were seen by Qin Tian, but at this moment, Qin Tian's eyes became more and more calm, and he looked at this scene quietly like an outsider.