Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 36 Alienated White Elephant
Looking at the spear that was hitting him, Feng Ting threw his fists horizontally, and unleashed the word Bengquan for the second time.

With his state of Dou Wang at the moment, it is extremely easy to only cast the second level, and the aura in his body will definitely not be able to get close to the Linghai.

"Bang bang."

The spiritual energy in both fists burst out, blocking the spiritual spear.

Feng Ting was not knocked back, which meant that Qian Biao didn't use all his strength.

At this moment, Qian Biao gave up the spiritual spear, rushed forward, and flipped his wrist at the same time.

"brush."

In the air, the bloodthirsty knife is already in hand.

He didn't want to have long nights and dreams, since he made a move, he wanted to kill decisively.

With his speed, even if the spirit weapon is unsheathed, hundreds of martial arts disciples can't see it.

Under the night sky, the knife's edge was like blood, and the knife's light was like a demon, and it went straight to Feng Ting's gap at the moment, that is, the waist and abdomen with the middle door wide open.

Bloodthirsty knife!

The twelve spirit cultivators of the Beiwu Hall and Hua Fenfei have high realms, and their eyesight can still keep up with the light of the bloodthirsty knife, but their eyesight can only keep up with it. They were unable to rescue them just now, and now they are even more helpless. He watched helplessly as the bloodthirsty knife pierced Feng Ting's waist.

"Crack."

The blood-red blade of the Bloodthirsty Knife froze on Feng Ting's waist.

This is obviously not because Qian Biao suddenly softened his hands, but because the blade was blocked.

The knife holder is Qian Biao at the beginning level of Huaren, what can stop the bloodthirsty knife!

Not only the twelve spiritual practitioners and Hua Fenfei were surprised, but Qian Biao was also shocked.

He mobilized his spiritual power, and the blade continued to stab forward.

At this time, Feng Ting, who was retreating, smiled.

He had discovered that Qian Biao was carrying a bloodthirsty knife a long time ago, and he wanted to lure Qian Biao to attack his waist with a knife decisively, because he knew that a bloodthirsty knife could not pierce the Benlei waist armor at his waist.

It was still a one-word Bengquan, and it was still a full-strength blow with six layers of power, smashing out like a mountain.

The distance was too close, Qian Biao's energy was still concentrated on the bloodthirsty knife, and this punch hit his chest.

"boom."

Qian Biao held himself to a high level, so he didn't retreat back, but still held the bloodthirsty knife to resist the punch.

His idea was that even if he was injured, he could send the blade into Feng Ting's dantian.

idiot!

A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Ting's mouth, because he had just sent spiritual energy into Qian Biao's meridians.

"what!"

Qian Biao froze, his eyes frightened.

Because he felt that his meridians were sealed, how could a martial artist seal the meridians of a spiritual practitioner!

Counted!
Qian Biao knew that he had been hit, but it was too late. His hand holding the bloodthirsty knife could no longer use his strength.

"brush."

Feng Ting snatched the Bloodthirsty Knife with his backhand, and then stabbed it straight out.

"flutter."

The bloody blade pierced Qian Biao's dantian without any resistance.

At this time, the two finally landed, and they had already flown 300 meters out of the courtyard.

"Feng Ting...you...!"

Qian Biao looked at the young man in front of him in horror, and at this moment he just woke up like a dream.

It's not that he wants to kill Feng Ting tonight, but that Feng Ting has planned everything to kill him.

But there were too many things that he couldn't figure out.

Why did Feng Ting find his trace?Let the spiritual cultivator and Hua Fenfei force him to show up.

What kind of treasure is Feng Ting's waist, and why can it block the bloodthirsty knife?

And why did Feng Ting step into the Dou Wang realm, which meant that he would never be able to become a spiritual cultivator again for the rest of his life?
Too many questions made Qian Biao's heart twist like his expression.

"Go to hell... pounce."

Feng Ting pulled out the bloodthirsty knife and stabbed Qian Biao's heart again.

"You... dare to kill me!"

When Qian Biao said these words, his whole body was already cold and shrouded in death.

"Of course I dare."

As Feng Ting spoke, his wrist trembled, and the spiritual energy rushed into Qian Biao's heart along the edge of the blade, and the already lifeless heart split instantly.

"what!"

Qian Biao's painful eyes were about to burst out. At this moment, all he could do was to welcome death unwillingly.

The spiritual cultivators of Beiwu Hall and Hua Fenfei arrived before Feng Ting stabbed him for the second time.

But none of them stopped Feng Ting's second stab, and they didn't know whether they didn't want to stop or dared not.

In short, they watched the bloodthirsty knife belonging to Qian Biao stab into Qian Biao's chest.

"Pfft."

Feng Ting let go, Qian Biao fell down, with a bloodthirsty knife stuck in his chest.

The disciples from the four main halls also flocked to him. Seeing this scene, their faces were all pale, and their bodies and minds trembled.

Ye Haizong's number one genius in spiritual cultivation died just like this at the hands of a 16-year-old boy who cultivated martial arts.

This is incredible!
Under the night sky, there was silence.

At the gate of the small courtyard, that beautiful and cold figure was also looking here, of course she couldn't see Qian Biao lying on the ground.But she seemed to feel something, and Liu Mei frowned slightly, as if she couldn't bear it, but also seemed relieved.

Dozens of figures stood quietly, feeling that everything in front of them was too unreal.

Suddenly, Hua Fenfei said: "I think everyone has seen it. It was Qian Biao who suddenly wanted to kill Junior Brother Feng Ting, and Junior Brother had no choice but to fight back, so he killed Qian Biao by mistake."

"Junior Sister Hua is right. Junior Brother has no choice." Li Yuan also said immediately.

He Zhong said: "Competing with my fellow disciples, but even using a bloodthirsty knife, I deserve death."

This sentence is true. Most people know that the bloodthirsty knife is a product of Zuo Xingtang. Although almost all martial arts practitioners have not seen Qian Biao's knife, they believe that it must be Qian Biao's first knife.

It's just that they don't understand, since Qian Biao has a knife, why the knife is still stuck in Qian Biao's chest in the end!
Finally, someone left quietly, they were two disciples of Zuo Xingtang.

Then, someone left quietly.

The matter was too much trouble, and most people were naturally worried about being implicated.

Ding Chundong approached Feng Ting and asked in a low voice: "Little brother, what should we do with the corpse?"

"Cheng Cheng first." Feng Ting said casually.

"it is good."

Ding Chundong agreed and walked over.

Zeng Wenbu, Dong Sheng, Lu Bin, Li Jie and others also went over immediately, lifted the corpse, and walked towards the small courtyard.

Feng Ting said to those disciples who hadn't left yet: "Brothers, don't forget the agreement in three days' time."

At this time, Feng Ting actually still talked about this matter, and everyone had to admire the calmness and ease of this young man.

"Junior brother, farewell..."

"Little brother, let's go first..."

Everyone said goodbye to Feng Ting and left quickly.

Li Yuan approached Feng Ting and asked, "Little Junior Brother, what should we do now?"

"Just do whatever you want." Feng Ting laughed.

"Junior brother, Qian Biao is dead, Zuo Xingtang will not let it go."

"So what?"

Li Yuan thought that Feng Ting didn't understand, so he said with emphasis: "Qian Daohui and Qian Daoshen will definitely avenge Qian Biao."

"I'm waiting for them." Feng Ting replied.

"Do you need me to find the Supreme Elder?" Hua Fenfei asked suddenly.

"No." Feng Ting replied very simply.

Hua Fenfei continued: "Now the four hall masters and suzerain are retreating, if the Supreme Elder is not known, no one can stop Qian Daohui."

Feng Ting smiled slightly: "If he wants to take revenge, then come."

Hua Fenfei looked at Feng Ting puzzledly: "15 years ago, Qian Daohui was already at the middle level of Huaren, and his cultivation base was much deeper than Qian Biao. What's more, Qian Daohui would never be like Qian Daohui. Biao is so arrogant and underestimates the enemy."

"Senior Sister Hua, if you are afraid, go back and listen to the news." Feng Ting said.

Hua Fenfei frowned: "Feng Ting, are you really not afraid?"

"Not afraid."

Hua Fenfei watched Feng Ting carefully with her beautiful eyes, but she couldn't see through this young man no matter what.

"Senior Sister Hua, no matter what, I must thank you. Without you, it would not be so smooth." Feng Ting smiled.

Hua Fenfei said helplessly, "If I knew you would kill Qian Biao, I might not help you."

Feng Ting smiled and said, "Senior Sister Hua, I'll tell you right now, the next person I want to kill is Qian Daohui."

Hua Fenfei's silver teeth trembled slightly, her complexion seemed paler than the moonlight.

Li Yuan and other spiritual cultivators from Beiwu Hall were also trembling in their hearts. They all wanted to persuade the younger brother not to do this, but they felt that even if they persuaded them, what would be the use?
Feng Ting said calmly: "Senior Sister Hua, I'm tired, so I won't accompany you."

After speaking, he turned and walked into the woods.

Hua Fenfei's tall and straight back disappeared into the depths of the woods, and then she looked at Li Yuan and the others, and said, "I'll go to Changqing Hall to see Qian Daohui's reaction."

"I thank Junior Sister Hua on behalf of Junior Brother." Li Yuan immediately bowed and saluted.

"I'll go first."

As Hua Fenfei spoke, her figure flew up and disappeared in an instant.

Li Yuan and the others walked into the woods, and when they were one mile away from the big tree, they dispersed to protect the little junior on the big tree in all directions.

At this time, Feng Ting was not on the tree, but squatting under the tree.

At his feet lay a little white fragrant pig.

This fragrant pig is the same as other fragrant pigs, weighing more than 60 kilograms, but it looks very weak.

But if you look closely, you will find that the nose of this fragrant pig is a bit long, the ears are also bigger, and it looks a bit deformed.

Feng Ting stroked the fragrant pig's head lightly, and said with a smile: "I've just turned into a white elephant, and I've bled you, it really hurts you."

"Hoohoo."

The little guy responded twice, but the voice was obviously different from Xiangzhu's stupid voice, but a little calm.

Feng Ting took out a cultivation pill from his bosom, put it into the little guy's mouth, and then said with a smile: "Little guy, take good care of it, after it's done, you have to drain your blood."

"Whoosh..."

The little guy whimpered a few times, and shook his tail again.

Only then did Feng Ting fly up to the tree, set up the spring tripod, and slowly closed his eyes.

The fragrant pig under the tree is naturally the white elephant he alienated with the magic shape grass.

Just three hours ago, the magic shape grass matured, and he alienated a fragrant pig into a white elephant.

Although the alienated white elephant is not as powerful as the real white elephant, but the blood is also five points similar, it is the strong blood of the monster spirit that is needed for martial arts and body training.

In order to fight against Qian Biao, he couldn't wait to shed the blood of Bai Xiang.

Then, with the strong blood of the white elephant, he hid in the North Martial Hall to train his body.

After two hours, he stepped into the Douwang realm.

With strong perception, he found Qian Biao who was hiding, and asked the twelve senior brothers and Hua Fenfei to force Qian Biao to show up.

It's just that he didn't tell everyone that he was going to kill Qian Biao.

Now that Qian Biao is dead, the next thing is Qian Daohui.

At this moment, the night is cold, and the whole night sea and mountains are quiet and heavy.

It seems to be similar to every late night before, but in fact this late night is different from any previous late night.

On the first day of Ye Haizong, Qian Biao died at the hands of a 16-year-old boy. How can this night be peaceful.

(End of this chapter)