The Dragon from Hell

"Haha, a mere mortal dares to speak nonsense in front of me!" Qiu Tianan's face was very ugly, because the burning sensation in his hand did not dissipate, but became more and more intense, so that the hand holding the sword was shaking slightly.

But he was facing a mortal whose spirit bones had been dug out, that was just a mortal!

He didn't believe it, and he wouldn't let this mortal be so rampant in front of him!

He was a cultivator born with wind spirit bones, an immortal in the eyes of these mortals.

Although the young man in front of him was also a cultivator, from the moment he was dug out of his mortal bones, their paths were destined to be completely different.

Qiu Tianan was going to ascend to become a god in the future, how could he be stopped by a mortal?

He was once robbed of his wife and his excellent cauldron by a mortal for nine years.

Now, he will not let a mortal defeat him again!

His eyes were wide open, and his rage made his spiritual power surge, and the strong wind almost lifted all the roofs within a radius of ten miles.

Qin Feng lowered his eyes and saw the people fleeing in all directions, but Qiu Tianan's magic power was too strong. As the roofs were lifted, several houses collapsed, and many people who did not have time to escape were crushed underneath.

Even if they were not crushed by the houses, because the chaos came suddenly, many people pushed and trampled on each other, collapsed roofs, and children left on the streets...

Screaming, crying, shouting...

Countless voices mixed together and gathered into the voice of the world.

But Qiu Tianan in front of him had no scruples, because in his eyes, this world had nothing to do with him.

These so-called immortals kept saying that they would save the people, but the people were right in front of him, but he could not see them.

In their eyes, the so-called enlightenment and becoming immortals is nothing more than satisfying their own ambitions and desires.

They are already different from mortals, so how could they take mortals seriously?

Qin Feng sneered, and when he raised his head again, there was only a dark murderous aura in his eyes.

He was gradually surrounded by a powerful force, which forcibly swept away Qiu Tianan's sword-mixed wind and pushed back towards Qiu Tianan himself.

"What!"

Qiu Tianan's eyes widened instantly as he saw his power being forcibly pushed back.

Before he could react, a black light flashed in front of him.

The next moment, Qin Feng, holding a long sword, stood behind him with his back to him.

A chill rose from Qiu Tianan's spine.

He was destined to be the future heir of Qingyu Sect since he was born.

His father was the leader of Qingyu Sect. He practiced for four hundred years, and no matter what kind of practice resources he wanted, someone would offer them with both hands.

In the past four hundred years, his path of practice has been unimpeded.

Although he cannot be compared with the peerless geniuses in the four major sects, Qiu Tianan has never met an opponent who can make his scalp cold, nor has he ever faced the fear of death.

And now, these two feelings come from the same person, even a mortal!

He slowly raised his head and looked at the treasure gourd that was originally hanging above his head.

The gourd that was originally sucking the fire dragon into it had been broken at some point, and was split in the middle by someone, split into two halves.

The next moment, a touch of vermilion sprayed out of his mouth, instantly dyeing his clothes red.

"If I'm not mistaken," Qin Feng's cold voice sounded from behind him: "This gourd is your life magic weapon."

Lin Quansheng introduced before that every cultivator who reaches a certain level of cultivation will cultivate a life magic weapon.

The life magic weapon and the cultivator himself are of the same blood, and the two complement each other.

There is a trace of the cultivator's spirit in the life magic weapon, which can exert more than half of the cultivator's own power. It can be said that it is more powerful than other magic weapons.

But at the same time, no one will easily use their life magic weapon unless it is absolutely necessary.

Because once the life magic weapon is sacrificed, if it is forced, the cultivator himself will also suffer 30% damage.

It can be said that the risk and benefit are proportional.

Qiu Tianan is like this now. After a mouthful of old blood spurted out, the aura around him was obviously unstable.

At this time, a black long sword had fallen on his shoulder, and the side of his neck could even feel the coldness of the sword, which made people shudder.

"What else do you want to say?" Qin Feng's cold voice sounded.

Qiu Tianan still looked up, staring at the broken gourd in the air, his face full of disbelief: "This is impossible, how is this possible?"

He still refused to believe that he, a cultivator of the Wind Spirit Bone Jindan period, could lose to an ordinary person whose spirit bones had been dug out?

But the facts were in front of him, even if he didn't admit it, it wouldn't work.

SilenceAfter a while, he said, "The three of them are in your hands, right?"

Qin Feng did not answer, he believed Qiu Tianan already had the answer.

"I lose today, let them go for now. But tell Du Lingshan that as a descendant of the immortal sect, if she still wants to degenerate and be with a mortal and fall into the human world, I, Qiu Tianan, no longer need a mortal to be my wife!"

"Let her understand what she has lost..."

"Wait."

Qiu Tianan was interrupted by Qin Feng before he finished speaking. Qin Feng held the black sword and looked at him with a puzzled look: "Are these words of yours... a last word?"

Hearing this, Qiu Tianan paused and turned his head slowly, but the blade of the black sword was already against his neck, so he couldn't turn any more, and could only look at Qin Feng with his peripheral vision.

Having just vomited blood, his face was a little pale and his eyes were a little confused: "What do you mean by last words?"

Qin Feng said as a matter of course: "What else?"

Seeing the indifferent reaction on his face, Qiu Tianan's pupils gradually enlarged: "You, you mean you want to kill me? You are a mortal, you want to kill me?"

Although Qiu Tianan knew that he had lost before, he still couldn't believe it at this moment.

"The winner is the king and the loser is the enemy. If you win, won't you kill me?" Qin Feng asked back.

If it was Qiu Tianan, he would naturally kill Qin Feng without hesitation after winning.

Just a mortal, just an ant in his eyes, so what if he crushed him to death?

But, but how could this mortal ask himself this question in return?

"You are just a mortal, but I am!" Qiu Tianan's body trembled, and he became more and more excited when he spoke, and his voice began to tremble unconsciously: "I am a disciple of the immortal sect, I am an 'immortal'!"

"Oh." Qin Feng responded coldly: "Are you done?"

Qiu Tianan was stunned, not knowing how to answer.

The next moment, black light flashed, and blood gushed out.

"When you're done, you should die."