Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

Although the specific cultivation level of Puwen has not been determined, Qin Fengming is convinced that Puwen's cultivation level is definitely much higher than that of the middle-aged man in front of him.

At the same time, he also felt frightened towards the huge statue.

It seems to be much stronger than the fear of Puwen.

At this time, it was already extremely far away from Icefield Island. Even through the teleportation array, it would take at least a few days for a monk who gathered at the summit to fly away with all his strength.

With such a distance, his fear of Pu Wen was naturally greatly reduced.

But in the face of the middle-aged monk who showed his mid-stage spiritual power at this moment, under Qin Fengming's strong suppression, the fear in his heart also disappeared.Although he has never met someone in the mid-stage of psychic power, for him who has advanced to the peak of aggregation, although he has fear in his heart, it is definitely not too overwhelming.

At the peak of advanced aggregation, his various secret arts powers have been greatly increased, and his natal magic weapon has been tempered with the mysterious light spar that is almost unavailable in the world of cultivating immortals at the moment.Therefore, when facing a person in the middle stage of psychic power, he was not only afraid in his heart, but also had the intention of fighting the opponent head-on.

As Qin Fengming has always been cautious, he naturally knows the trade-offs, he weighs in his heart, he is already vigilant in his heart, and he is ready to fight with him.

Although he didn't see any movement of the middle-aged monk in front of him, Qin Fengming still sensed a slight energy that appeared rapidly when he spoke.

Faced with that slight display of energy, Qin Fengming hardly hesitated, and Xuantian Weibu had already been displayed.

Seeing the phantom being pierced by a sudden energy sword blade, Qin Fengming, who re-revealed his figure, couldn't help but turn cold.

Although this attack was transformed by a wisp of energy breathed out by the middle-aged man at will, Qin Fengming was quite surprised by the power it revealed.It made him feel like he was facing a psychic cultivator with all his strength.

"Hey, the little guy is also alert, and he was able to avoid the old man's attack. It seems that your physical strength is not weak. No wonder you were able to break through the Wind Demon Tower."

Turning around to look at Qin Fengming who had reappeared, the middle-aged cultivator let out a soft sigh, and there was a hint of curiosity and playfulness on his face.

The realms of the two sides are completely different, and just the emergence of the majestic energy restraint force revealed by the attack is enough to break the rapid movement of a gathering monk.

"Hmph, don't rely on the old to sell the old, you also have a taste of the power of Qin's sword formation."

He stopped to look at the middle-aged man and did not make another move. Of course, Qin Fengming would not remain passive.His face froze, and a cold snort sounded from his mouth. With a rapid movement of his fingers, a gust of wind and thunder resounded in a wide range around him.

As the thunder rumbled, a gust of wind blew out of thin air, and black clouds suddenly covered the vast sky with a radius of more than ten miles. Lightning flashes accompanied by deafening thunder, shuttled rapidly among the clouds.The huge and terrifying celestial phenomenon is enough to make low-level monks collapse to the ground immediately.

"Four elephants in the world, is this the Four Elephants Sword Formation?" Suddenly, the middle-aged monk stood on the spot, looked up at the sky, and whispered with a calm expression on his face.

"Boom!~~" There was an ear-splitting roar, and a majestic sound wave suddenly swept out from the clouds, enveloping the middle-aged man.Hearing this booming sound suddenly, even the calm middle-aged man couldn't help but tremble.

"It's interesting. The Four Elephant Sword Formation arranged by a mere gathering cultivator has such a powerful sonic attack. It's really rare."

The middle-aged man looked at him, but his figure did not move. A layer of blue light flashed on his body, but there was a strange expression on his face.It seems that he has a strong interest in the sudden appearance of the sword array.

Seeing that the middle-aged man did not use strong means to break the sword array immediately, Qin Fengming was overjoyed, there was still no hesitation, and when he struck out the magic formula in his hand, an extremely creepy and strange cry of Weng Ming resounded in a radius of tens of miles. Voice.

This sound is piercing and penetrates directly into the monk's sea of ​​consciousness. If the monk's mind is difficult to reach a certain level, just the sound of this strange sound will immediately damage his mind and soul, and immediately faint on the spot.

Standing in the sword formation, Qin Fengming's eyes flashed brightly, and he was shocked by the sudden change in the formation, and then a burst of joy appeared on his youthful face.

Although the Xuanguang spar has not been integrated into the Four Elephants Qingjian Sword, the Xuanguang aura carried by the tempered four sharp blades has already changed the sword formation.Blessed by Xuan Guang in the sword formation, the power revealed has the power to disturb the soul of the monks.

Such a situation, but Qin Fengming had never thought of it before.

The sound of this sound wave is not a pure thunder sound wave, but a certain sound produced by the interaction between the four celestial phenomena.This sound is weird, more powerful than the sound of thunder, and it can reach the monk's sea of ​​consciousness.

If the assembled monks fell into it, it would take a lot of energy just to resist the weird sound.If Qin Fengming's cultivation base increases, and the power of the natal object is stronger, it will inevitably pose a great threat to return to the cultivator of the gods.

The middle-aged cultivator who was able to master the spirit was in the sword array, although he didn't show any discomfort, and there was still a hint of contempt in his eyes, but his expression was already a little dignified.

"Swoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!~~" A series of rapid sounds of piercing through the air suddenly sounded, and in the gust of wind, sharp blades appeared in the gust of wind, like sharp arrows, standing towards the middle-aged man The place is covered by the sky and the sun.

Before the wind blade came to him, a sharp and strange wave of light had already diffused in front of the middle-aged man.The light waves are sharp, and there is a strange cutting power that is hard to see.

Although this kind of cutting breath is sharp, it is naturally impossible to cause any damage to a psychic cultivator.But if it is a gathering monk, it is also a matter of saying whether he can resist it just by relying on the aura of body protection.

The middle-aged monk looked at the sharp blade slashing suddenly, felt the sharp slashing breath coming to him, his eyes flashed, his hands were turned behind his back, but his face showed a thoughtful look.

"Huh!" The gust of wind swept through the wind blades transformed by the energy of the wind attribute, and the middle-aged monk was involved in it in an instant.

The strong wind blew past, and the middle-aged figure was revealed, without any scars on his body.

A group of light blue fluorescent lights flickered lightly, everything seemed extremely stable, as if those wind blades that made Qin Fengming fearful had never touched his middle-aged body at all.

Looking at the middle-aged monks in the sword formation, Qin Fengming's eyes flickered blue, and his expression became extremely gloomy.

Under Lingqing's gaze, every move of the middle-aged man fell into his eyes.

Dozens of huge wind blades that can split mountains and rocks came, completely engulfing the middle-aged man, but those wind blades that he had to deal with with all his strength, when they were about to cut down to the middle-aged body, suddenly a burst of wind blades As if they were fluctuated by some strange force, they slipped away from their middle-aged bodies one after another.

Unexpectedly, none of the wind blades touched the middle-aged body.

"Chaotic Sky Art!" Seeing the appearance of the wind blade suddenly, a name suddenly appeared in Qin Fengming's mind, and an exclamation followed.