Peak Ancestor

In other words, the Holy Sword Art of the Holy Sword School only has eight heavy sword skills, but Yang Wei created the ninth heavy sword skill himself.

Therefore, Yang Wei was also hailed by the Holy Sword School as a rare genius in a hundred years.

Moreover, coupled with Yang Wei's cultivation base of a martial artist who is at the peak of the fourth level of respect, I am afraid that ordinary warriors who are at the fifth level of refining respect will not be able to handle it, and will end up vomiting blood and being seriously injured.

However, in the view of Yang Wei, the immature black-clothed boy in the hollow of the hill has always remained at the peak of the first level of cultivating respect.

And he was able to crack Yang Wei's Juggernaut Ninth Epée Skill with just one blow, how could it be possible.

Yang Wei felt incredible.

"Brother Mofeng, what's going on, how did you get into such a mess?"

Qin Fan frowned slightly as he looked at the five-man-two monster standing on a high place with no one in his eyes, and the blood-stained Mo Feng beside him, looking extremely despondent.

Five against one, no, it should be seven against one, why are they so shameless.

At this time, after Mo Feng was surprised, he recovered his composure, adjusted his breath slightly, and roared at Qin Fan, "Qin Fan, this matter has nothing to do with you, you don't need to go through this muddy water, Get the hell out of me,'

His words did not leave Qin Fan with any sympathy.

In this regard, Qin Fan could only shake his head helplessly, and threw a few pills from the space ring to restore the source energy and injuries.

Qin Fan then pointed at the Sword Saint Yang Wei who was standing on a high place with a terrific long spear, and stared at the five people and two beasts standing in the empty space with his eyes, concentrating on it.

At this time, Qin Fan also knew clearly that the reason why Mo Feng did this was simply to let himself be able to retreat, and he didn't want to hurt himself.

Seeing Qin Fan like this, Mo Feng reluctantly took the elixir in Qin Fan's hand and swallowed it, then summoned back the Tianyuan Sword, and stood back against Qin Fan, with the breath of a warrior gushing out.

However, the Purple Winged Blood Thunder Tiger lay prone on the ground, stretched out its paws and pulled his eyelids, and then he didn't seem to move any more.

However, ever since the two demonic beasts on the hill saw the Purple Winged Blood Thunder Tiger and felt the ferocious aura emanating from its body, their bodies have been trembling all the time, and their eyes are full of horror.

Qingjianzong Xiao Yeting wiped the blood on his face with his hand, and finally woke up from the shock of Tianyuan sword's attack just now, his chest heaved and heaved.

Immediately, she pointed at Qin Fan and Mo Feng, and shouted angrily at the top of her lungs, "Brother Wei, kill them quickly, kill them,"

She looks like a shrew, and the people next to her are frowning again and again.

Hearing this, Sword Saint Zong Yang Wei questioned: "Ting'er, what's going on, please explain clearly to me first."

Sword Saint Zong Yang Wei also felt a little tricky at this time.

After all, the collision between Yang Wei's ninth epee sword skill and Ten Tails Shrouding the Sky just now, a powerful counter-shock force made his breath swell slightly.

Although Qin Fan's cultivation seems to be only at the first level of refining respect.

But Yang Wei will never underestimate Qin Fan at this time.

Hearing the sound, Qing Jianzong Xiao Yeting stretched out his plain hand, covered his forehead, and roared angrily: "Brother Wei, the scar on my forehead was scratched by that shameless person with despicable means... ....ah,"

Its roar is full of resentment and ferocity. It is true that women can kill for their own beauty.

At this time, Mo Feng said angrily: "Hmph, bitch, you still have the face to say that you wantonly insulted my Mofeng mercenary group because of your high cultivation level at that time."

"In the end, he was murdered. If it weren't for the ten brothers of my Mofeng mercenary group who risked their lives to save me a way out, how could I be where I am today?"

After Mo Feng snorted angrily, he also gritted his teeth for a while, as if wanting to vent the monstrous anger in his heart, he hummed very loudly, almost roaring.

Hearing the sound, Xiao Yeting smiled coldly, and said with a ferocious face: "Tsk tsk, things like ants, I, the Green Sword Sect, can destroy them myself."

"Oh, I hate that I didn't kill the grass and roots, and left you, a little bastard, to live in the world. Today, I will never suffer from future troubles..."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yeting said to Yang Wei: "Brother Wei, kill him for me. From now on, I, Xiao Yeting, will let you play with me."

Hearing this, Mo Feng held the Tianyuan sword and pointed at Xiao Ye Ting obliquely, and shouted angrily: "Bitch, who are you calling an ant, my Mofeng mercenary group are all heroic men with strong bones, throwing their heads and blood, how can they be an ant?" One said, "

At this time, Yang Wei of the Holy Sword Sect sighed slightly, and shouted violently: "Oh, no matter, today's Lingchi Secret Realm is the place where you will be buried."

"Kill, the eighth level of Sword Master Jue Slaying Immortal Kill,"

Then, Yang Wei didn't even think about it, the long sword in his hand moved like the wind, forming an incomparably huge origin qi giant sword in the air, and raged towards Qin Fan and Mo Feng below.

Wherever the giant sword passed, a trace of spatial cracks were constantly torn open, which was full of power.

At this time, just when the giant sword condensed with origin qi was about to fall.

Qin Fan, on the other hand, took a long spear in his hand slowly, and with a wisp of consciousness, he said to Mo Feng, "Brother Mo Feng, you rest first, let me come."

"Brother Qin Fan, this..."

"Juntian Spear: Cang Ming Chasing Sun,"

However, before Mo Feng could finish speaking, a sharp shout came from Qin Fan's mouth.

boom.

Immediately afterwards, a loud bang resounded through the entire hill.

And the great sword that condensed the source qi and the source qi spear that Cang Ming transformed day by day were both annihilated, disappearing into nothingness.

"call,"

At this time, Yang Wei of the Sword Saint Sect took a deep breath, suppressing the horror in his heart.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Wei shouted angrily: "The ninth epee of the Juggernaut Art has no front,"

Hearing this, Qin Fan snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, you can forget it if the f***ing move ends."

Qin Fan's cold snort was tinged with contempt.

Immediately, Qin Fan shouted in his heart: "Innate martial arts ten tails cover the sky, kill,"

Although Qin Fan directly used the martial art of ten tails covering the sky and protecting the body.

But his eyes were looking directly at Xiao Yeting, who was holding a blue long sword and had a ferocious and proud face from above.

"Roar,"

Suddenly, a gigantic ten-tailed dragon scorpion about ten feet tall, which was completely condensed by the spiritual power of heaven and earth, appeared in the eyes of the warriors.

At this time, the ten-tailed dragon and scorpion didn't even think about it, just let out a roar, swung its giant tail that held up to the sky, and swept towards the sword Wufeng in the air.

Bang, boom.

"puff,"

Jian Wufeng disappeared, but the momentum of the giant tail that held up the sky remained undiminished, and continued to attack Yang Wei, the Sword Saint Sect.

No one thought that this Qin Fan would be so fierce, not only annihilating the killing moves of the sword master Yang Wei, but also full of power.

At this time, Yang Weizong couldn't react in time, he had just deployed a layer of origin qi to protect himself, but was knocked down and flew away by the giant tail of the ten-tailed dragon and scorpion, spitting out thick blood.

Obviously, Yang Wei was seriously injured under this move.