The Dragon from Hell

No matter what the reason was, Qin Feng knew that he couldn't just sit there and wait for death, otherwise he would die.

So the moment the black-clothed swordsman appeared in front of him, Qin Feng disappeared from the spot.

"Huh?"

When the swordsman found that Qin Feng had disappeared, Qin Feng appeared behind the black-clothed swordsman.

The two swords merged into one, the sword energy was overwhelming, and the fighting spirit was unmatched!

Qin Feng and the man in front of him were strangers, but he knew that if he didn't kill him, he would be the one to die.

So Qin Feng's sword was merciless, the black sword hummed, the dragon roared loudly, and clusters of flames ignited on the black sword, merging with the sword energy of the black sword.

At this moment, the black-clothed swordsman turned back suddenly, and even Qin Feng was stunned for a moment.

But the moves were old, and there was no turning back once the bow was drawn, so Qin Feng had to drop this sword.

But the black-clothed swordsman had a stern face, and there was only undisguised ridicule in his eyes when he saw Qin Feng's sword.

"A trifle!"

Then, the black-clothed swordsman's hand flashed with a bright light, and he stabbed directly at the intersection of Qin Feng's two swords.

——Ding!

If Qin Feng's sword energy set off a huge wave, then the black-clothed swordsman's sword was like a magic needle that stabilizes the sea.

The long sword fell on the intersection of Qin Feng's two swords, and the next moment Qin Feng felt the sword energy coming all over the sky, directly blowing Qin Feng away.

"Puff!"

After Qin Feng came to this world, he had encountered strong opponents, but he didn't expect that he would not even have the power to fight back in front of the black-clothed swordsman.

But at the same time, Qin Feng also noticed something strange-although he didn't know the cultivation level of this world very well, he could only see a rough idea when the opponent made a move.

At the very least, it shouldn't be like this now, where he couldn't even see the opponent's spiritual power fluctuations!

In other words, the black-clothed swordsman in front of him didn't even use his spiritual power!

The most important thing is that when Qin Feng came into contact with the other party, he could not feel the other party's life at all!

As long as it is a living person, there should be a breath of living people on the body; monsters will also have the breath of monsters. Even the Rizhi that he met at the beginning, she is neither a human nor a beast, but she also has the breath of the demon clan.

But the black-clothed swordsman in front of him has no life, nor does he have the breath of any living thing.

If you really want to say what the cold power in his body is, Qin Feng can only sense the sword energy, the thick sword energy!

This layer of sword energy is overwhelming, covering up the original breath of the black-clothed swordsman?

Qin Feng was not sure, and the current situation could not wait for him to slowly confirm it, because he spurted out a mouthful of blood, and before he could stand firm, the black-clothed swordsman had already attacked again.

This sword even made the lightning in the sky look inferior.

This sword actually illuminated half of the sky!

The sword light was dazzling and extremely swift. Qin Feng frowned and concentrated his mind, and in an instant, he mobilized all his spiritual power.

At the Dantian, the "seed" that was originally only as tall as a sapling suddenly grew like a joint, and was suddenly raised by Qin Feng.

He was using his own willpower to forcibly improve his cultivation!

The seed relies on such a life-threatening force to grow!

In an instant, Qin Feng's aura suddenly changed, and even the black-clothed swordsman's movements paused slightly after seeing this change.

"What?"

But before he could react, Qin Feng, who should have tried his best to avoid the sword, did not dodge or evade, but instead raised his sword and came towards him.

How can you know if you don't try?

The moves and aura of this black-clothed swordsman were particularly weird. Qin Feng knew that if he continued to dodge, he would definitely die!

So the black sword in Qin Feng's hand made a violent buzzing sound, and in the dark night, the black sword swung out a residual image.

The seventh style of the Heavenly Sword - Jueqiong Wangjiutian!

Facing Qin Feng's sudden and swift attack, the black-clothed swordsman was not to be outdone.

Although he paused for a moment because of the change in Qin Feng's aura, he quickly adjusted his offensive, and even made it more perfect than the previous sword moves.

The two collided, and Qin Feng retreated three steps and stopped. The two black swords collided with the white sword in the hands of the black-clothed swordsman, raising a huge wave of air, which directly flattened the area of ​​dozens of feet in an instant!

Qin Feng took this sword!

However, the price Qin Feng paid was not small. When he took this move, Qin Feng's body only paused for a moment, like a butterfly with broken wings, and was instantly blown away, and then fell to the ground in the wind, stained with dust.

"Puff!"

He spat out another mouthful of blood, the amount of blood was no longer comparable to the previous one. At the same time, Qin Feng looked at his hands holding the sword, which were actually trembling slightly, with cracks on the knuckles and blood spurting out.

The powerful sword energy of the black-clothed swordsman was running wildly in his body, almost destroying his internal organs.His six internal organs were crushed together.

If it weren't for the seed, he would have died the moment he landed.

But although the black-clothed swordsman had clear eyes, he seemed to have no emotions at all. Not only did he not pause, but he raised his sword and stabbed again.

Qin Feng couldn't dodge this sword anymore.

"That's enough."

In the night, a charming female voice sounded, with a hint of displeasure and anger: "If you kill this kid, who will take me to travel? He still owes me a lot of delicious food!"

Jiao Xia, who had been watching the fun with her arms folded, had already landed in front of Qin Feng. The black-clothed swordsman couldn't see her, but he stopped.

The black-clothed swordsman frowned, staring at the air in front of Qin Feng.

He felt very strange. There was nothing in front of this mortal, and he only needed one sword to kill him. Why did he always feel that there was something in front of this mortal blocking him?

Although he couldn't see, he could feel a very strong force blocking him invisibly, preventing him from taking a step forward, otherwise...

Seeing Jiao Xia appear, Qin Feng finally couldn't hold on and fell down, but he didn't faint. On the contrary, he was now very conscious, staring straight up.

They were now very close to the top of the mountain. It can be said that Qin Feng could step into the range of the top of the mountain in a dozen steps.

The thunderclouds made up, and the thunder was ready, waiting for Qin Feng to step into the minefield.

But now Qin Feng was not looking at the sky, but the stone statue standing in the lightning.

Qin Feng's sight fell on the stone statue, and he was stunned for a moment, and then his eyes widened: "That, that stone statue..."

The stone statue was still there, but the stone statue was supposed to have a sword raised to the sky, but it disappeared at this moment.

The next moment, Jiao Xia, who was standing in front of him, looked at the black-clothed swordsman expressionlessly and said coldly: "You are just a sword spirit. How dare you act rashly in front of this goddess? Are you looking for death?"