Iron Cross Fire

Han Bing looked at Zhou Qin and said coldly: "Didn't you expect it? Let me tell you, when the master taught you the Immortal Sutra, in order to prevent you from going back on your word, he kept a trick and deliberately taught you a few less mantras. Therefore, the Immortal Sutra you practiced is incomplete, and the one I practiced is the real Immortal Sutra."

What?

Hearing this, Zhou Qin's delicate body trembled, as if she was hit by someone invisibly, and her face was extremely pale.

The next second, Zhou Qin reacted, stepped back and shook her head, saying: "No... This is impossible..."

Han Bing must have said this deliberately, in order to disturb her state of mind.

Thinking of this, Zhou Qin bit her lips tightly and shouted: "Little bastard, stop talking nonsense, and die."

After the voice fell, Zhou Qin held the long sword tightly, like a spirit snake, and stabbed Han Bing again.

Han Bing was not panicked at all and went forward to fight.

Ding ding ding ding...

Zhou Qin and Han Bing's swords kept colliding, making loud noises. The two of them continued to perform the Immortal Sutra at the same time. At the beginning, Zhou Qin was very confident, but after a few rounds, he felt something was wrong.

Every time they fought, they used the same skills, but Han Bing's explosive power was obviously much stronger than Zhou Qin.

At this moment, Zhou Qin believed Han Bing's words.

His Immortal Sutra was indeed incomplete.

Swish.

Realizing this, Zhou Qin's face suddenly became extremely ugly, as if she had been greatly humiliated, and her body trembled with anger.

He was the leader of the martial arts world, and even the frost goddess who had been famous for many years, Han Aoran, was not his opponent. How could he be deceived by an old man who had been imprisoned for a thousand years? How could he bear it?

However, the Immortal Sutra he practiced was incomplete and could not beat Han Bing at all.

What should he do?

In shock and anxiety, Zhou Qin accidentally saw Yue Wuya, and suddenly a flash of inspiration came to him.

The next second, Zhou Qin shouted at Wang Fei: "Wang Fei!"

As Zhou Qin's confidant, how could Wang Fei not know what she meant? She immediately nodded in understanding.

"Your Highness, I'm sorry." Wang Fei shouted, raised her jade hand, and hit Yue Wuya directly.

Damn!

Yue Wuya's attention has always been on Han Bing. He didn't expect Wang Fei to attack him. His face changed and he wanted to dodge, but he couldn't use his internal force. How could he dodge?

"Bang!"

This palm hit Yue Wuya hard. With a muffled groan, Yue Wuya flew out directly, flew more than ten meters away, and landed heavily outside the door of the hall, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

To be honest, Wang Fei's surprise attack was just to distract Han Bing, so she only used three layers of internal force. If she had burst out with all her strength, Yue Wuya would have no internal force to resist, and I'm afraid he would have died.

"Brother Wuya."

Seeing this scene, Han Bing's body trembled, and she couldn't help but exclaimed, and tears also flowed out.

Swish!

Then, Han Bing's eyes were fixed on Wang Fei, and she shouted: "Wang Fei, you dare to sneak attack Brother Wuya, I won't forgive you."

After the voice fell, Han Bing flew up gracefully, and the long sword surged with a sharp breath, and came directly to Wang Fei.

"Master..."

Feeling the powerful breath contained in this sword, Wang Fei's body trembled, her face pale, and she couldn't help but cry for help to Zhou Qin: "Master, save me..."

In fear, Wang Fei's tone trembled.

This Han Bing, in just a few days, has made great progress in strength. Even the master Zhou Qin can't suppress her. How can she be her opponent?

"What are you afraid of?" Zhou Qin responded coldly, and the next second, she took out a emerald green flute from her body, which was the Cuixian flute.

Zhou Qin had been suppressed by Han Bing before and had no time to use the Cuixian Flute. Now that Wang Fei attracted Han Bing's attention, Zhou Qin immediately seized the opportunity.

Seeing Zhou Qin take out the Cuixian Flute, the strong men from various sects present did not think much and quickly covered their ears.

Everyone had experienced the power of the Cuixian Flute and knew how terrifying it was.

The next second, Zhou Qin urged his internal force and injected it into the flute. At the same time, he put the flute to his mouth and played it gently.

"Woo woo..."

In an instant, the clear and graceful flute sounded.

Buzz!

When the flute sounded, a powerful wave spread wildly around! In the air, layers of musical ripples formed instantly!

At this time, Han Bing was almost in front of Wang Fei, but she felt this wave, and her delicate body trembled, and her delicate face was full of surprise. After hearing the flute sound, Han Bing felt dizzy and almost couldn't stand!

Not only that, the internal force in Dantian seemed to be suppressed!

Huh!

At this moment, Han Bing stopped there, looking at Zhou Qin in horror, and was extremely shocked.

What kind of flute is this? The sound it makes is so terrifying?

When did Zhou Qin have such a magical tool?

Huh...

Seeing that Han Bing's Dantian internal force was successfully disturbed by the melody of the Cuixian flute, Zhou Qin finally smiled. While Han Bing was flustered, Zhou Qin raised her jade hand and hit Han Bing directly with a palm!

This palm was too fast, and Han Bing was affected by the melody and couldn't dodge it at all. In a hurry, he could only use his internal force to meet it with a palm.

Bang!

The palms of the two touched, making a dull vibration. At this moment, Han Bing's delicate body retreated several steps, and her face instantly became ugly!

Although Han Bing has learned all the Immortal Sutras and can suppress Zhou Qin in terms of skills, his Dantian internal force is much inferior. Putting aside the skills of the Immortal Sutras, Han Bing is certainly not Zhou Qin's opponent in terms of internal force!

"You..."

Han Bing only felt a tightness in his chest, stabilized his figure, looked at Zhou Qin in shock and anger, and his face was full of unwillingness.

This Zhou Qin is too shameless. He actually ordered Wang Fei to sneak attack Brother Wu Ya to divert his attention.

"Hehe..."

Zhou Qin sneered, with a smug look on his face, looking at Han Bing and mocking: "Even if you know all the Immortal Sutras, what does it matter? In the end, you still fell into my hands. You dare to fight me, you little bastard, you are too young!"

After the voice fell, Zhou Qin rushed over, quickly raised his hand, and pressed twice on Han Bing's acupuncture points.

In an instant, Han Bing's delicate body froze and could not move at all.

Seeing this scene, Yue Wuya's face changed drastically, and he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Bing'er, you..."

At this moment, Yue Wuya felt so uncomfortable.

It was all his fault. He trusted Zhou Qin too much and fell into her trap. If he had insisted on forcing her to release Han Aoran three days ago, there wouldn't be so many things.

Now, he couldn't use his internal strength, and Bing'er was also caught. It was really suffocating.

"Zhou Qin, you let Bing'er go!" Yue Wuya's eyes were bloodshot, and he shouted at Zhou Qin, his voice was hoarse!

"Let her go?"

Zhou Qin smiled: "In order to catch this little bastard, I set up such a big game, and finally succeeded. You let me let her go? Your Highness, are you crazy?"

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