Ninth Demon Lord

Chapter 38 The Qian family is almost dead
Qian Daohui originally thought that Feng Ting would be disabled even if he was not dead, but he didn't expect that he could still attack.

Right now, he was determined to kill, and risked being hit by the punches, he still used [-]% of his strength to bombard Feng Ting.

"boom."

At the same time Feng Ting was sent flying, five fists hit Qian Daohui's back and chest.

"Bang bang bang..."

If it was just an ordinary Kaiyuan elementary attack, Qian Daohui could completely ignore it, but these five fists were part of the fist formation, carrying the power of the fist formation.

Being hit by the power of these five fists, which was no less powerful than that of Kaiyuan's middle class, and being held back by the pig under his feet, Qian Daohui couldn't relieve his strength at all, so he could only take these five punches forcefully.

His meridians vibrate, and his internal organs shake.

Although he received five punches, he thought it was worth it, because Feng Ting would definitely die after being thrown out by him for the second time.

Now he can deal with this fist formation wholeheartedly, and this damn pig under his feet.

The twelve spiritual practitioners saw the junior brother lying motionless in the distance, and they all attacked like crazy.

"Bang bang bang..."

The power of boxing is not only in offense, but also in defense.While attacking, there is defense, and while defending, you can also counterattack at any time.

Even so, facing Qian Daohui who was too powerful, he still couldn't help him.

If the pig hadn't held Qian Daohui tightly and prevented him from displaying his speed advantage, Qian Daohui would have been able to come and go freely at this moment, even if he wanted to kill twelve of them, he would be able to do it.

Revenge...to avenge my junior brother!
This was the resolute thought deep in the hearts of the twelve spiritual practitioners, and they attacked like crazy.

Even if he is injured and vomits blood, he still fights to the death.

No matter how many people died that night, they would all be buried with Qian Daohui.

Suddenly, a streak of blood burst out between the fists of the twelve spiritual cultivators, and the speed was so fast that no one expected it.

They all knew that this was a bloodthirsty knife, and of course the one who used it was Feng Ting!
But isn't the little junior brother already dead?How could he appear again?

And it seems to be faster!
too fast!
Qian Daohui had already regarded Feng Ting as a dead person, so he didn't expect it at all, and it was too late to resist.

"flutter."

The bloody blade pierced Qian Dao and returned to his lower abdomen, and a tyrannical spiritual energy from the blade rushed into his dantian, freezing the spiritual power in his body instantly.

"Bang bang bang..."

Of the twelve fists, nine of them hit Qian Daohui's body.

In the absence of resistance, Qian Daohui had multiple fractures and damage to multiple meridians.

"flutter."

And the Feng Ting who used the knife was even faster, and the second knife also pierced Qian Daohui's heart, and the tyrannical spiritual energy gushed in, shaking Qian Daohui's heart open.

"what!"

Qian Dao let out a cry of pain, his complexion pale as paper, and exhausted his last strength to unleash his most powerful spiritual skill - poisonous snake facing the sky.

The spiritual power sprang out like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake, attacking Feng Ting in front of him.

"brush."

The distance was too close, the speed was too fast, Feng Ting couldn't dodge, was hit in the chest, blood spurted wildly, and flew backwards.

The bright red blood drew a beautiful arc in the air, and Feng Ting's body fell into the grass 30 meters away.

The twelve spiritual cultivators were also tired by the aftermath and flew backwards, but because they were spiritual cultivators and because the Nine Turns Fist had been sealing the vitals of their bodies, their injuries were very light.

"Pfft."

After Qian Daohui's crazy blow, his spiritual power could not be sustained, and he lay on his back in the grass.

Until now, the fragrant pig was still biting Qian Daohui's ankle tightly.

"Little Junior Brother..."

The twelve spiritual cultivators came to Feng Ting's side and reached out to support Feng Ting.

Someone wants to hold Feng Ting up, and wants to take it back to Beiwutang to heal his wounds.

"Don't move." Feng Ting feebly raised his hand to stop him.

"Little brother...?"

The twelve spiritual cultivators were extremely puzzled, and each of them was at a loss.

"I can't die, go and see if Qian Daohui is dead." Feng Ting weakly pointed at Qian Daohui.

"Yes."

Ding Chundong and He Zhong flew away and landed beside Qian Daohui, seeing that although Qian Daohui was dying, he still had breath.

"Is Feng Ting dead?"

Qian Daohui looked at He Zhong and Ding Chundong weakly, his head was still clear.

Feng Ting was injured twice, he should have died a long time ago, but just now, he was able to send out a thunderous blow, killing him.

"I'm going to tear you to pieces." He Zhong said as he was about to hit Qian Daohui.

"Wait a moment."

It was Feng Ting who spoke. Although he was weak, his breathing didn't seem to be as weak as before.

Moreover, he pushed away Li Yuan and Zeng Wenbu who were supporting him, and walked back towards Qian Dao.

Everyone was amazed when they saw Feng Ting's weak footsteps.

The little junior brother was still bleeding, had multiple fractures, and his meridians were badly injured.

But why does it feel like he is still alive!

Is this the so-called flashback?
But the flashback is just a phenomenon that happens to ordinary people, and it only happens when the body is not seriously injured.

The current junior brother is clearly exhausted!
In the astonishment of everyone, Feng Ting walked to Qian Daohui's side powerlessly, and said with a smile: "Qian Daohui, I can't die."

"You...how could you be like this...!"

Although Qian Daohui was helpless, he could still see Feng Ting's gaze clearly, which was definitely not the gaze a dead person should have.

The corner of Feng Ting's mouth showed disdain: "You want to kill me! You can only imagine it in your dreams. Now the only person in your Qian family who can dream is Qian Daoshen. It's a shame to imagine subverting Ye Haizong. What a joke!"

"Cough cough... flutter."

Qian Daohui saw Feng Ting's tone became more stable and forceful, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

Can he really survive after being bombarded three times by himself?

"Junior Brother...you are fine!" Li Yuan felt that Feng Ting's condition seemed to be getting better and better.

"Senior Brother Li, do you think I have something to do?" Feng Ting asked pretending to be serious.

"Haha... Of course I don't want anything to happen to you." An uncontrollable smile appeared on Li Yuan's face.

Feng Ting's complexion is also getting better and better. In his body, the warm breath released by that orange flame is rushing in his body. Wherever it passes, the damaged meridians heal, and the broken bones are slowly connected. superior.

The bleeding from the wound has stopped, his face has turned rosy, and his expression is relaxed and natural.

Qian Daohui, who was lying on the ground, seemed to have seen a ghost, with fear, unwillingness and pain on his thin face.

Feng Ting squatted down slowly, stroked the fragrant pig lightly, and said with a smile: "Okay, let him go."

Fragrant Pig opened its mouth, and its body loosened weakly, lying on all fours, and closed its eyes.

Feng Ting took out a cultivation pill, put it into Xiangzhu's mouth, and hugged Xiangzhu.

Fu got up again and looked down at Qian Daohui.

At this time, Qian Daohui saw the appearance of this fragrant pig clearly. Its nose was longer than that of ordinary fragrant pigs, and its ears were also bigger than ordinary fragrant pigs. Moreover, its body seemed to be whiter, and there seemed to be a little light shining through it.

Could this be the legendary alienated monster!

Only now did Qian Daohui understand why this fragrant pig was so powerful and couldn't be beaten to death.

"it is……!"

Qian Daohui exhausted his last bit of strength, raised his finger to Feng Ting, and only said two words, then his hand was lowered forever, but his eyes were not closed, he was still staring at Feng Ting and the fragrant pig .

A small piece of moonlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves and landed on Qian Daohui's face, which was very frightening to watch.

The twelve spiritual cultivators of the Beiwu Hall had long been amazed at the pig, and now seeing Qian Daohui's eyes, they were even more sure of the extraordinaryness of this fragrant pig.

The reason why this fragrant pig bit Qian Daohui was obviously already in the scheme of the younger brother.

Feng Ting said suddenly: "It's getting late, everyone go back and rest."

"Little Junior Brother...I'm afraid it won't work?" Lu Bin was a little worried.

"Almost everyone in the Qian family is dead, so what's so scary." Feng Ting's tone was casual and indifferent.

When everyone heard this, they couldn't help being shocked.

Qian Biao is dead, and Qian Daohui is dead.Except for Qian Daoshen who is in retreat, no one can threaten the little junior brother.

Feng Ting glanced at Qian Daohui's body, and said, "Let's bury him too."

"it is good……"

Dong Sheng and Zeng Wenbu immediately started to carry Qian Daohui's body and walked out of the forest.

The rest of the people did not move, although Feng Ting told them to go back to rest, but they did not dare to really leave, but left most of them in the forest.Just stay away from the big tree, so as not to affect the rest of the younger brother.

Feng Ting didn't say anything, just hugged the little white elephant and flew up the tree.

Above the night sky, dawn has appeared.

Under the night sky, this big tree with luxuriant foliage is tall and majestic, with a feeling of covering the sky and the sun.

In the canopy of the tree, a steady stream of aura flows out in the form of streams.

Beside the spring cauldron, a crimson flame shone brightly inside the medicine cauldron. Inside the flame, the powder of the medicinal material was tempered to be as bright as starlight.

Feng Ting was lying on the tree trunk, his body was very stretched, his eyes were slightly closed, quietly enjoying the warmth of the spiritual energy.

In his hand, the white elephant, which has not been completely alienated, is already sound asleep, looking cute.

The battle just now was far more thrilling than the battle with Qian Biao. If it weren't for the twelve senior brothers, he would definitely not have the chance to heal his injuries.

If it weren't for this white elephant that wasn't completely alienated, it is estimated that Qian Daohui would leave whenever he wanted, and it would be impossible to die here.

Now Qian Daoshen is the only one left in the Qian family, and he should still be looking forward to the plan to force the palace and sit on the position of Suzerain after he leaves the customs.

After solving the Qian family, the crisis of Ye Haizong was solved.

Feng Ting felt relieved that the tragedy in the first life did not happen.

The tail of night passed quietly, and the sun shone into the woods.

The fragrant pig got up, the medicine cow started to graze, and the birds and insects that had rested all night also came out.

Zhu Niu Lin ushered in a new day.

Ding Chundong's thin figure came not far from under the tree, and said in a low voice: "Junior brother, breakfast is ready."

"En." Feng Tingfei got off the big tree.

Ding Chundong saw that the junior brother was refreshed and there was no trace of injury at all, he said with a smile: "Junior brother, you are really a god."

Feng Ting smiled, and said, "Gods are not afraid of death, I am."

Ding Chundong also smiled and said: "Junior brother, when you faced Qian Biao and Qian Daohui, you didn't have any fear at all."

"Let's go."

"Little brother, is that pig okay?" Ding Chundong asked.

"fine."

"That's good."

Ding Chundong really wanted to know more about the pig that refused to let go after being beaten to death, but seeing that the younger brother didn't want to talk about it, he had no choice but to stop mentioning it.

(End of this chapter)