Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

The speed of that sword blade is beyond description in words, almost just flashing from the clouds in the sky, it has already reached above Qin Fengming's head.

The most weird thing was that the blade didn't make any sound at all during its flight, nor did it flash any strong energy fluctuations.As if it was just a phantom, it didn't exist at all.

In the face of such a rapid attack, even a person in the mid-stage or even late-stage psychic powers can dodge it, and there are definitely only a handful of people.

To be able to sense this attack early, unless Qin Fengming had locked onto the white cloud above his head in advance.

Is such a thing possible?Could someone keep locking on to the white clouds above their heads?

The answer should be no.Nobody can do this all the time.Especially when he showed his might just now and beheaded a powerful enemy.

But at this moment, Qin Fengming is an outlier among the impossible.

Not only did he lock the blue sword blade when it flashed out, but he also swung a secret technique of transforming the treasure ghost to the top of his head when the blade slashed.

With the quick swing of the right hand, a beast roar resounded from the ground.The terrifying monster that disappeared just now reappeared in midair.

Amidst the roar of the beast, the ferocious monster flew upwards, and directly faced the sharp blade that was slashing down.

"Bang!" There was a muffled sound that seemed to be accompanied by a golden dagger, and a three-foot-long slender sword with a flash of blue light suddenly slashed on the back of the suddenly appearing monster.

A blue light flicked away, flickered, and disappeared into the white clouds above again.

"Hmph, who is Qin Moudao? It turned out to be someone from the Dark Palace. I didn't expect that this time it was a blue swordsman who made the move. But judging by the power you have shown, it is just a monk at the peak of aggregation. Cultivation, if you want to kill Qin, it will be difficult for you to do it."

Looking up at the white cloud above his head, Qin Fengming's expression didn't show too much strangeness.It seemed that the blow just now was completely ignored by him.

"The junior's methods are really good. Even with the toxin that imprisoned mana, he was still able to resist this old man's attack. It seems that Yang Li was broken in your hands, and it is your own fault. But at this time, you have no mana. With this kind of pure soul secret technique, I don't know how many times you can use this kind of attack."

Following Qin Fengming's words, a voice resounded immediately.This cultivator from the Dark Temple had a vicious vision. He knew that Qin Fengming's soul magic was terrifying, but it consumed his own soul power extremely.

The old man's voice was ethereal, as if it was close to his ears, but it was far away in the sky, making it difficult for him to lock it with his spiritual sense.

Qin Fengming had already seen this kind of weird secret technique before.Therefore, the expression remained calm.

"You'll know how many attacks you've used. You won't know until you try it. But now you won't have such a chance." Qin Fengming's tone was extremely calm, and there was an intriguing smile on the corners of his lips. .

As soon as his words fell, a cloud of dark mist suddenly appeared on the spot, and a majestic energy coercion suddenly flashed beside Qin Fengming.At the same time, an extremely icy breath also pervaded the air.

"How is this possible, you... how come there is a person in the middle stage of psychic power beside you? The old man has been with you since he left the Black Mist Island. How can you have such a powerful helper by your side. "

An unbelievable exclamation resounded, as if a monk suddenly appeared on the spot, which greatly shocked the people in the Dark Temple.

The one who appeared was of course He Xuan who had recovered his physical body.

Hexuan lost his physical body in the battle with Haiming, but after Qin Fengming's large amount of pills and spirit supplements, Hexuan finally re-condensed his physical body with a secret technique of his own.

The reason why he chose to spend tens of hundreds of years to take the risk of re-condensing his physical body was to ensure that his own cultivation level would not drop.

Hexuan's own realm has already reached the peak of the early stage of Tongshen, and he had a chance to break through at the beginning.

This time in the island of black mist, he re-condensed under his physical body, and when he and Qin Fengming stayed in that weird illusion for decades, he broke through to the mid-spiritual state in one fell swoop.

Facing the monk of Lingxu Sect, He Xuan was not allowed to show up. It was Qin Fengming who was convinced that he could fight him with his own strength.But at this time, facing a blue swordsman from the Dark Temple, with his magic power completely lost, he has no chance of winning.

When He Xuanshi, who was hidden in the black mist, appeared, he didn't answer at all.

He opened his mouth, and a bronze-colored bronze mirror appeared in his hand.While the mana in the body surged, a huge bronze mirror was suspended in the air.

Under the rapid gathering of majestic energy, a terrifying sound of breaking through the sky suddenly resounded, and a crimson beam of light burst out from the dark mist, and suddenly irradiated towards the white clouds in the sky.

Where the red light passed, the void was distorted.

A series of huge and mysterious runes loomed in the red light, and an extremely terrifying and dangerous aura permeated the air.

This bronze mirror magic weapon is He Xuan's natal object, and it is also an imitation of a spiritual treasure refined by ancient monks.After He Xuan got it, he sacrificed it as his own destiny.Although it cannot be compared with other magic weapons, it can continue to advance with its own cultivation.But its use at this time is much stronger than the natal items of monks of the same rank.

As long as suitable materials can be found in the future, it is not impossible to make it continue to advance.

The red light shot out, and suddenly a huge hole appeared in the white cloud.

He Xuan's blow did not kill the blue swordsman, but a figure flashed out of Qin Fengming's consciousness.

But just when he was about to lock it, that figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire the hidden and mysterious magical powers of the cultivators of the Dark Temple.At this moment, he was comparable to the huge spiritual power of a cultivator at the top of the gods, but he couldn't even lock it.

Just when Qin Fengming was stunned, he saw that the crimson beam of light in the air did not dissipate after a single blow, but suddenly swept across the air repeatedly like a huge crimson stick.

In an instant, the huge white clouds in the sky immediately became fragmented.

"Fellow Daoist He stop, that cultivator from the Dark Temple is too weird, he has already escaped at this moment." Looking at the cloud and mist that was swept away by the crimson beam of light in the sky, Qin Fengming said aloud.

"Fellow Daoist of the Dark Temple, the person who offered a reward for assassinating Qin has already been killed by Qin at this time, I hope this matter will be done, otherwise the next time you want to assassinate Qin, you must be ready to fall Prepare."

Although without the blessing of majestic spiritual power, Qin Fengming's words still spread far and wide.

Facing the entanglement of the Dark Palace, Qin Fengming also had a big headache.This time he could sense that danger was approaching, probably because he had not relaxed his vigilance after a big battle just now.

If at other times, he is not sure whether he can react the moment the opponent launches an attack, he is not sure.

But what Qin Fengming didn't know was that the assassination against him at this time was no longer related to the reward offered by Zhang Aochun.It was an order personally issued by a Taishang Patriarch of the Dark Temple.