Zhou Qian shouted, and the moment the white shadow appeared, he felt that something was wrong, and at this time, he saw that everyone was about to stab at the white shadow, and he was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the three seven twenty-one, and jumped directly from the second floor.

"Bang!"

With a plopping sound, Zhou Qian fell to the ground, and suddenly his legs were numb, like a lightning strike, and the dust on the avenue was flying, and everyone avoided it.

"Where did the little rabbit cub come from, dare to disturb the Lord and look for death!"

Suddenly, a young man in the team shouted angrily, and he didn't listen to Zhou Gan's words, and stabbed him directly with a sword.

The sword was shining, and with a wisp of sword roar, it was about to pierce into Zhou Qianmian's door in an instant.

Zhou Qian saw the sword light roaring, and immediately dodged to the side of his body, and then flicked his finger like a knife towards the long sword, and the long sword immediately broke and shattered into three sections.

"This, you?"

The young man wanted to take this opportunity to show it in front of the Lord, but he didn't expect that the young man in front of him would break his long sword with just one blow, and he couldn't help but be stunned, and he was speechless for a while, and then immediately retreated.

In the three years that Zhou Qian has been in Qingshan Sect, he has not learned anything from Shenyin, except for horizontal and vertical and pot-burning.

But he has the secret of transforming the spirit, and the pure spiritual power in his body in the past three years has exceeded ordinary people too much, he depicts the cauldron during the day, and when he closes his eyes and concentrates at night, he is practicing the three domineering exercises in the Xuan Jue, stepping on the sky, Xuan Ming Strategy, and half a square finger, as time goes by, although he still can't understand these three exercises, but he still has a hand in painting a scoop according to the gourd.

That finger strength is half a square finger, condensing the spiritual power on the finger, and the power of one finger can cut gold and jade.

His cultivation is now at the peak of the True Realm, and he is only one step away from the Mortal Realm, if he hadn't been able to find the source path for a long time, he would have already entered the Mortal Realm at this moment.

"Truth is the foundation, everything is the base, the body is shaped by the source qi, the acquired body is faded, and the first realm is formed, and the soul is infused with the source vein, and the three souls and seven spirits are sublimated, this is the second realm!"

This is the path of the source law, when he gets the source of life and death, his body has changed, slowly receding the impurities in his body, and under the cycle of anger and death, his body has completely adapted, and when he runs Zhoutian, it is like a river flowing into the sea, unimpeded.

It's just that he has been staying in the back mountain for the past three years, and he has no actual combat experience, after all, he can't beat the sloppy old man.

And at this moment, under this crisis, his cultivation has already begun, and the surrounding spiritual energy has gathered in front of him.

"I didn't expect this baby to enter the mortal realm and gather aura, I really can't imagine it!"

Suddenly, another person walked out of the team, the aura on his body was strong, his body was tall, although his robe was luxurious, but there was a savage aura, and when he walked, the earth trembled, and his eyes were staring at Zhou Qian at the moment, as if he was staring at his prey.

At this time, everyone seemed to have forgotten the white shadow, and at this moment the white shadow was gone, and it seemed to have disappeared, on the contrary, it seemed that Zhou Qian had become an assassin.

"I originally wanted to accompany you for my Xiaobai, but I didn't expect you to be indiscriminate and want to take my life, I can't bear it, and I don't want to bear it!"

Zhou Qian originally had a hint of apology because of Xiaobai's matter, after all, Xiaobai was naughty and strayed into people, although there was no shadow at the moment, but it was still abrupt.

But this group of people is about to kill themselves indiscriminately, he must not bear it, and there is still some stuffiness in his heart that has been burning for three years, and he is faintly about to explode at this moment.

Before the big man came, Zhou Qian took the first step, came to the front in an instant, and pointed out.

The speed was as fast as lightning, and as soon as he pointed out, the space trembled, and there was a whistling sound, and an invisible finger appeared out of thin air and pressed towards the big man's chest.

"You ......"

Dahan couldn't imagine that this handsome young man was so domineering, his pupils shrank suddenly, and then he used the aura in his body, and condensed into a three-inch-thick earthy yellow armor on the chest on the surface of his body.

"Boom!"

An earth-shattering roar rang out, and the invisible finger shattered the armor like a sharp sword, and then slammed it with even more force, causing its figure to smash into the city wall like a cannonball, kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Poof......

The big man spurted out a mouthful of blood, his face instantaneous, and there was endless fear in his eyes, because he felt that a finger could have pierced him alive, but it didn't, but shook him back.

"What? How could this young man be so strong, he could defeat Wu Chang with one blow, he is a cultivator of the mortal realm, how could he be hit by someone to this point, Mo De that young man is also a mortal realm, and the realm is higher than that of Wu Chang? This is impossible, absolutely impossible!"

Everyone looked at this handsome young man in unison, with a trace of shock in their eyes, and they didn't dare to underestimate it anymore, all of this happened between the lightning and flint.

"Is anyone else going to try? I haven't been in a fight in three years, so I'm a bit of a handicap. ”

Zhou Qian looked at everyone and spoke softly, looking calm.

"Little baby really doesn't know how thick the sky is, my Li family is strong, only you can imagine it as a mortal realm cultivator. ”

Suddenly, the leader stood up, slowly walked in front of Zhou Gan, and spoke lightly, revealing a hint of domineering in his tone.

It was a middle-aged monk, holding a cyan feather fan in his hand, like a Confucian scholar, but his words did not have the modesty of a scholar at all, but more like a military general.

When he shook the fan, the aura around him surged towards him, as if the cyan feather fan was a whirlpool, absorbing the aura.

The surface of the body is green, and the aura gathers but does not disperse, which is much stronger than the previous middle-aged man.

"That's a ruthless character. ”

Zhou Qian looked at the middle-aged scribe in front of him, revealing a trace of solemnity, and he could faintly feel a coercion on him, which made Zhou Gan's breathing a little difficult.

However, he did not retreat, he still greeted it, raised his right hand, and lightly touched the feather fan, at this point, a streamer suddenly appeared, condensed into a finger, not invisible, but gray fingers, Zhou Qian attached a wisp of death to it, the reason why it was gray and not black was because he was afraid of exposure, after all, this Li family was also a great transcendent force, and he did not dare to guarantee that it would not recognize the dead air.

The gray fingers burst out in an instant, cutting through the space and touching the feather fan.

"Buzz ......"

The moment the gray finger touched the feather fan, the gray immediately covered the feather fan, making the finger transparent again, and then dissipated.

It seems that this finger is just teleportation, and the plastering intent is the real technique.

The gray color reached the feather fan at this moment, and it spread in an instant, and in a blink of an eye, the green fan turned into ash, and the map of the country and mountain society on it instantly dissipated without a shadow, becoming a gray patch, like a pool of faded ink.

"You!"

The middle-aged scribe looked at the changes on the feather fan, his expression was solemn, and then he immediately rushed out and slapped his palm towards Zhou Qian, and the palm wind howled, like a long dragon, with terrifying aura fluctuations, surging towards Zhou Qian.

"I've been painting for three years, and I don't know what to do with it, so let's give it a try today. ”

Zhou Qian's eyes narrowed slightly when he saw the whistling palm, and then his fingers drew a horizontal line in the void.

It's just an ordinary horizontal line, but as it takes shape, a terrifying momentum rises from it, and at that moment it even surpasses the mortal realm! Baidu take a look at the latest chapter of "Immortal Gods and Tombs of Heroes" for the first time to read for free.