Chapter 122: Martial Truth (Part II)

"Haha...... Xiao Hou Ye is really well-informed, although my Ten Thousand Flowers Fan Statue is not very useful for frontal combat, but it is a first-class means to escape, Xiao Hou Ye, unless you can destroy all this forest in an instant, otherwise don't want to hurt Xiao Sheng. Besides, Xiao Sheng didn't come to compete with you today, but I heard that Xiao Hou Ye practiced a heaven-level exercise, which can increase the talent of a martial artist, Xiao Sheng was curious and wanted to borrow a book to take a look, and hoped that Xiao Hou Ye would agree, Xiao Sheng was willing to pay any price for this. ”

A few feet away from another tall tree, the figure of the middle-aged man quietly appeared, his face was still a gentle smile, but this smile was extraordinarily flat, especially the upturned corners of the middle-aged man's mouth, and his squinted eyes all revealed a taste of ridicule.

"Really?"

A faint smile appeared on Qin Yin's face, with a wave of his hands, and ten fingers flicked in succession, one after another crystal white ice cables flew out of the air, forming a huge ice net in the air, using every big tree in the forest as a mesh, almost in a few breaths, all the trees in the vicinity were included.

"Peng~"

As if the snow-capped mountains collapsed, like a great river pouring down, a thunderous roar sounded in the entire forest, and then all the trees within the range of a hundred zhang were shattered together, and in an instant, a vacant space was vacant in the center of this dense forest.

Suddenly, a snow-white figure staggered outward.

"Want to escape?"

There was a sneer on the corner of Qin Yin's mouth, his legs were slightly bent, and the phantom of the dragon elephant behind him flashed one by one, and then he slammed into the ground with a punch.

"Boom~"

A burst of mud and snow exploded, and the ground of the clearing was undulating, as if there was a behemoth shuttling under the ground, and then when the white figure fled to the edge of the clearing, the ground suddenly broke a big hole, and a terrifying fist rushed out, instantly engulfing the white figure.

At this moment, there was a middle-aged man's clear laughter: "Haha, little marquis, Xiaosheng left first, please stay!"

"Since you are here, stay forever, Ben Hou personally built a tomb for you, which is enough to make you glorious. Qin Yin's silver hair stood upside down, and a terrifying aura swelled his robe to the ground, and he saw that his eyes were wide open, and the five fingers of his right palm were open and grabbed in a certain direction.

When he landed, a suffocating force rushed out of Qin Yin's palm, covering in a certain direction, and the next moment, a figure appeared on the snow dozens of feet away, and that appearance was the middle-aged man who had appeared in a continuous illusion!

It's just that the image of the middle-aged man at this time is extremely embarrassed, his handsome face is flushed, and his back is arched as if he is running forward with all his strength, but the whole person involuntarily moves backwards.

"Babble~"

Suddenly, the middle-aged man roared violently, his muscles and bones roared together, and he suddenly exerted his strength, and the clothes on his body were shattered violently, but his whole person fled into the distance.

Just before he could escape ten zhang away, the ground under his feet suddenly left a hole, and then an invisible fist burst into full bloom like a human-loving flower, catching the middle-aged man squarely.

"Puff~"

When he landed, a brilliant blood flower exploded in mid-air, and the middle-aged man didn't even have time to say a word before it turned into a puff of blood mist and dispersed in the air.

"The second Martial Sect, I want to see, after this battle, kill the Martial Sects of those forces on ten or eight, and see if they are distressed!"

A grim smile appeared on the corner of Qin Yin's mouth, not dodging, but standing quietly in place, waiting for the next battle.

A quarter of an hour later, an earth dragon rushed straight with a majestic momentum, and a purple figure loomed at the dragon's head.

"It's good to finally have an opponent who can make me feel excited!" Qin Yin, who had closed his eyes and recuperated, opened his eyes suddenly, and the corners of his mouth flashed with a touch of playfulness.

In the air, the snow fell even more, and a knee-high layer of snow had accumulated on the ground unconsciously.

"Qin Yin!?"

Feeling the abnormal change in the temperature around him, the purple-shirted man stopped suddenly, looked up, and saw a white and vast ice and snow world in front of him, and in the center of this world, a silver-haired and white-shirted young man stood like a god, he was like the ruler of this world, majestically inspecting everything in this world, as if everything in this world was born and destroyed because of it.

"Wu Zong, who is at the peak of the median rank, is an opponent who is enough to excite me. Qin Yin in the ice and snow world was like a god, like a god, he glanced at the purple-shirted man and said with a faint smile.

The purple-shirted man looked at the god-like Qin Yin in disbelief, and his eyes widened: "You actually broke through into the Martial Sect Realm? How is this possible, obviously you were still a peak martial artist when you were in the southern suburbs, how could you break through and enter the Martial Sect in such a short period of time?"

"Life is always full of surprises, this is called life, isn't it?" Qin Yin smiled indifferently and stepped forward, a crystal ice road followed Qin Yin's footsteps, and the country of ice and snow actually moved with Qin Yin's movement.

"This ...... It's ......"

It's just that the purple-shirted man didn't hear of these, his eyes stared directly at Qin Yin's footsteps, every time Qin Yin took a step, the purple-shirted man's face turned pale, and in the end, his face was bloodless, and he trembled all over, like a chicken soaked in the rain, and he couldn't see the slightest bit of martial arts demeanor.

"Surrender or die, your choice?"

Standing at a distance of only ten zhang from the purple-shirted man, Qin Yin stopped, and his gaze locked on the purple-shirted man's qi like electricity.

"It can't be...... It's just a low-level martial sect, how can there be such a powerful [potential], unless it is the reincarnation of a certain power, it is impossible to have such a terrifying [potential], is it ......?"

The purple-shirted man struggled to resist the powerful momentum from Qin Yin's body wave after wave, his eyes full of disbelief.

A different color flashed in Qin Yin's eyes, but his tone was unusually stiff: "Potential? What is this!, but what you say now is useless, answer me, do you choose to surrender or choose to destroy?"

The purple-shirted man was sweating profusely, but he resisted very resolutely: "I...... It is impossible to surrender, I am a martial arts master, if I surrender to you, it will be difficult to advance in this life, I would rather die in battle than give in!"