"Swallow me!"

Immediately, Qi Ming used the trick of devouring the sky and the earth, devouring the beast soul of the ferret scorpion.

Next.

Qi Ming flew towards the Qianyun Grass, took out the jade box, put the Jiangyun Grass away, and put it in the storage bag.

"Stinky boy, hand over the storage bag or die!"

At this moment, a loud shout rang out.

Qi Ming frowned and turned to look.

I saw a handsome young man flying by.

The handsome young man was dressed in a purple robe, his eyes were slender, his lips were thin, and his body exuded a cold aura.

A powerful aura erupted from his body, and it was the aura of a strong man in the middle of the Martial Sect, stronger than the bald old man and the Blood Knife Ancestor.

"Why?"

Qi Ming looked at the other party sharply and said coldly.

"Why, just because I am a member of the Lingqi Dynasty, looking at your dress, what kind of dynasty should be a bird that doesn't, it is not worthy of being compared with me at all, and I am not even qualified to lift shoes. ”

The purple-robed young man looked down at Qi Ming with arrogance, just like the Nine Heavens True Dragon looked down on ants, and sneered.

"What is the Lingqi Dynasty, it's my business!"

Qi Ming's face was as calm as water, his eyes were waveless, and he sneered.

"Good boy, you are looking for death, today I Yuwen Zhou will take your sacrifice flag!"

The purple-robed young man's eyes narrowed, bursting out with a cold and cold light, and he shouted.

The voice fell.

Yuwen Zhou raised one hand, and a long sword appeared in his hand.

The long sword rippled with terrifying sword might, and it was a Xuan-level superb Xuan soldier.

"Xuan-level supreme Xuan Bing!"

Qi Ming's eyes widened, and he said with some surprise.

In the Guyue Dynasty, a Xuan-level superb Xuanbing soldier is quite rare.

The other party actually directly took out a Xuan-level superb Xuan Bing, indicating that the other party has strong financial resources.

"Hillbilly, are you scared when you see the Xuan-level best Xuan Bing. ”

A hint of smugness flashed on Yuwen Zhou's face, and he said with a smile:

"Now, if you're willing to hand over the storage bag, I can spare you. ”

"What's so great about the Xuan-level best Xuan Bing, look at my Xuan Bing!"

Qi Ming looked at Yuwen Zhou with disdain and said with a smile.

With that, Qi Ming raised the golden essence sword in his hand.

I saw that the golden essence sword rippled with golden light, and the terrifying sword power diffused out, and even the space rippled with wisps of spatial ripples, which was extremely terrifying.

At a glance, it could be seen that the power of the Golden Spirit Sword was stronger than the long sword in Yuwen Zhou's hand.

"What, the prefecture-level inferior Xuanbing. ”

Yuwen Zhou's eyes showed a look of shock.

Even he didn't have a prefecture-level inferior Xuan soldier.

It turned out that a person from the Garbage Dynasty actually had a prefecture-level low-grade Xuan Bing.

This made Yu Wenzhou feel jealous in his heart.

"Boy, hand over the prefecture-level lower-grade Xuanbing, I can let you go!"

Yuwen Zhou looked at Jin Jingjian greedily and said with a smile.

"Wishful thinking!"

Qi Ming looked at Yuwen Zhou like a fool.

This guy is also too self-righteous, as if as long as everything he fancies is his.

"Boy, you're looking for death. ”

Yuwen Zhou's eyes narrowed, the killing machine flashed, and then he held the long sword and killed Qi Ming directly.

Knort.

A clash of gold and iron exploded.

Yuwen Zhou and Qi Ming directly faced each other.

Sonorous.

The sound of gold and iron exploded, one after another, endlessly.

Yuwen Zhou and Qi Ming exchanged more than a dozen swords in a short period of time, and their bodies were staggered and then separated.

Then.

Yuwen Zhou quickly distanced himself from Qi Ming, and the murderous intent in his eyes was even worse.

"Stinky boy, I really have some skills, but that's the end of it. ”

Yuwen Zhou sneered:

"Martial Soul Present!"

With a low shout, a long sword martial spirit appeared behind Yuwen Zhou.

It is a Xuan-level third-grade martial spirit.

As soon as the long sword martial soul appeared, the momentum on Yuwen Zhou's body continued to rise, and soon reached a terrifying level.

"Red Flame Sword Technique - Burning the City!"

The voice fell.

An astonishing blazing flame erupted from Yuwen's perimeter sword, and a vortex of flames the size of a water tank burst straight out.

It grew violently like a pillar of fire, and soon it was dozens of zhang long, like a terrifying fire dragon.

The fire dragon shook its head and tail, and blasted out at Qi Ming with teeth and claws.

"The Great Five Elements Sword Technique - Flood Waves. ”

Seeing this, Qi Ming immediately cast the Great Five Elements Sword Technique.

The sword light flashed, the sword qi was vertical and horizontal, and the sword gang was raging.

A terrible flood rushed out, like a flood that opened the floodgates.

The flood was as thick as a water tank, dozens of zhang long, like a water dragon, and went straight to the flame vortex.

Thundered.

The explosions continued, and the explosions were repeated.

The fire dragon and the water dragon collided violently.

The fire dragon and the water dragon are torn together.

The fire dragon was extinguished, the water dragon was evaporated, and the two fought in the air.

This trick is evenly divided, not up and down.

"Red Flame Sword Technique - Burn the Eight Desolations!"

Yuwen Zhou saw that he couldn't take Qi Ming for a while, so he directly showed the next move.

A terrifying flame sword technique erupted, only to see a three-story tall flame vortex burst out, as if overwhelmingly bombarded towards Qi Ming.

The terrifying flame vortex directly burned all the giant trees around it, as if it was about to burn the heavens and the earth.

"Stacked Waves Sword Technique - Thirteen Heavy Waves!"

With a low snort.

Qi Ming's body turned into thirteen, and the thirteen figures each stabbed out a sword.

A sword is faster than a sword, and a sword is stronger than a sword.

Bang la blah.

The sound of the water roared, and the thirteen sword lights merged into one, turning into a river dozens of zhang long, bombarding the three-story flame vortex like a monstrous flood.

Bang.

A deafening explosion sounded, earth-shattering.

The terrifying flood and the terrifying vortex of fire collapsed and dissipated directly from each other.

"Martial Soul Present!"

At this moment, Yuwen Zhou summoned the martial spirit again.

The next moment.

Behind Yuwen Zhou, a simple long sword martial spirit once again appeared.

The ancient long sword martial soul is a Xuan-level seventh-grade martial soul.

The terrifying power of the martial soul spread out, as if the surrounding space was frozen.

"What, Second Awakening Martial Soul!"

Qi Ming had a look of surprise on his face and shouted.

"Hahaha, stinky boy, haven't seen it! I'm afraid that your kind of garbage dynasty has never seen the second awakening martial spirit!"

Seeing this, Yuwen Zhou showed a smug look on his face and laughed.

"You are lucky enough to meet my two martial spirits, even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

Yuwen Zhou has always felt proud of his second awakening martial soul, even in the Lingqi Dynasty, which is also something that few geniuses can do.

"Red Flame Sword Technique - Burning Nine Days!"

Immediately, Yuwen shouted loudly.

The long sword in Yuwen Zhou's hand danced wildly, and sword light flashed.

With every flash of sword light, a fire dragon burst out.

In the blink of an eye.

Yuwen Zhou slashed out more than a dozen sword lights.

More than a dozen fire dragons gathered together, the size of a small town.

Aung Aung Ang.

The dragon's roar resounded through the heavens and the earth.

The town-sized fire dragon blasted straight towards Qi Ming.