The Immortal King In The City Chapter 909: Die

After seeing Qin Ming losing the flying sword, he still rushed towards him, and Elder Qingsong simply dismissed it.

As a monk, the most important things are magic weapons and spells. Now that Qin Ming has no magic weapons, he still wants to rush to continue fighting? What else can this be besides seeking death?

Elder Qingsong stretched out his palm and swiped forward at will, and a huge blue wind blade appeared out of thin air.

This wind blade is ten meters long. Once it appears, the sharp aura fills the entire sky, as if the wind blade alone can cut the entire sky in half.

I didn't seem to be relieved, Elder Qingsong tapped the storage bag again and released two flying swords.

The two flying swords are very spiritual. After turning around the elder Qingsong for a while, they turned into a buzzing sword sound, and then like two bolts of lightning, they broke through the air in an instant and took Qin Ming's heart. And head.

Without the sword, ordinary monks encounter these two kinds of attacks, and basically there is no way to survive.

Qin Ming's eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and the golden light on his body became more and more condensed. For others, having no weapons may be a very painful thing.

But for him, even without a weapon, he can still exert a terrifying strength, because... his body is the most powerful weapon!

Looking at the wind blade that was slashed in front of him, the cyan light quickly became bright in his eyes. He could already feel that he was in a very terrifying aura.

"Broken!"

But when the wind blade was about to slash him, he slammed a punch, and the golden power followed his fist and blasted out frantically.

"Bang--"

The golden power bombarded the blue wind blade, and immediately made a loud noise, and two different powers also burst out at this moment.

Under this punch, the volume of the cyan wind blade was cut by half.

Qin Ming immediately hit the second punch, which directly blasted Fengjian to a complete collapse. The broken cyan light is like shooting stars all over the sky, scattered in all directions.

Two fists shattered the wind blade, Qin Ming's speed did not abate, he flew forward, and the two wings behind his back flickered, and golden rays of light stopped the two flying swords in front.

Qin Ming stepped forward and grabbed the two flying swords in his hands, and continued to rush forward. At this moment, his aura was like a tiger descending the mountain, this arrogance and domineering, it was simply frightening.

When Qin Ming broke the wind blade first and then took the flying sword, Elder Qingsong's eyes widened a bit.

"What? He actually broke my spell and flying sword?"

Elder Qingsong's face trembled. He himself knew very well how powerful his attack was, and he wanted to resist it with the power of his body? Basically impossible!

But Qin Ming did it!

At the moment he was panicking, Qin Ming turned into a golden light and had already arrived in front of him.

"Boom!"

He didn't say anything, just waved the golden fist, and banged towards Elder Qingsong.

The fist hit the void, and a muffled sound like a muffled thunder was heard, and the invisible power was also transmitted from this, and it fell on the body of the elder Qingsong, making his face pale and immediately spit out a large mouthful of blood !

Just as soon as he played against him, he was already hit hard. This made Elder Qingsong's heart full of horror. How could this person's physical power be so strong?

Without reliance on magic weapons or spells, he could be beaten to vomit blood. This combat power is really shocking.

Qin Ming stepped on the void, his two fists alternately fisted, and the golden fist wind was constantly waving in the void, and the violent fist winds flew out like a dragon.

With the wave of his fist, the surrounding spiritual power also became violent. This kind of fierce offensive, even Elder Qingsong, will rarely encounter.

In the past, I used to fight with magic techniques, but now I encounter a monk who is good at physical strength, and the offensive is still so fierce.

This made Elder Qingsong very horrified, and rarely got confused.

He kept retreating, and at the same time he used spells after another to stop him, trying to stop Qin Ming's offensive in this way.

But how could Qin Ming's fist be blocked so easily?

"Boom boom boom--"

With one roar after another, Qin Ming smashed all these spells abruptly with a pair of fists.

He is like a humanoid tyrannosaurus, so unpretentious!

"Puff!"

A fist wind fell on his chest, and Elder Qingsong's chest was dented. He vomited blood violently and was beaten by Qin Ming without any strength to fight back.

At any rate, he was also a ninth-level monk in the foundation building period. Facing the sixth-level monk, he was absolutely crushed, but now it is him who is crushed and beaten.

"Impossible!"

Elder Qingsong shouted in his heart that it was impossible, but reality is reality after all. Now that Qin Ming is close to him, he can only be crushed and beaten before he can cast a more powerful spell soon.

Qin Ming blasted out with a punch, and after being so dangerously hidden by the elder Qingsong, he didn't feel any panic. After turning around, he hit the opponent's chin with his elbow.

"Bang!"

A huge force passed from the elbow to the chin, and Elder Qing Song heard the sound of his bone bursting, and this elbow knocked his chin off.

He was still aloof just now, and now he was beaten in a very embarrassing manner. His appearance was almost like a beggar.

However, at this time, the spell he was still brewing finally took shape.

A cloud of blue light that seemed to be bursting open came out of his hand, and he tried his best to throw the cloud of blue light towards Qin Ming.

A heart-palpitating force radiates from this blue light. If you encounter it, you will definitely die!

Seeing this blue light, Qin Ming's eyes shrank fiercely. In his current state, going up is dead! But... if you don't destroy this old guy, then when he has time to cast spells, there will be no chance again.

Thinking of this, he made a decisive decision and rushed into the blue light without hesitation.

Elder Qingsong retreated violently. He saw that the kid had been hit by his own spell, and his face finally showed a hideous smile.

"Die!"

The blow just now, even the ninth-tier cultivator, may not be able to stop it, let alone him?

So, in his opinion, Qin Ming is dead!

It's just that when he was thinking like this, a huge ding rushed out of the blue light, his expression stagnated, and he instinctively felt a sense of fatal danger.

He immediately retired ~IndoMTL.com~ but a figure rushed out of the cauldron. When he saw this person, his face turned pale in fright, because... how could this kid not die?

However, of course Qin Ming didn't give him any chance to react. He mobilized all his power, concentrated this power on his fist, and then smashed it down fiercely.

"No!"

The shining golden fist pressed his head down, and Elder Qingsong trembled and let out a scream, but no matter how he screamed, he could not save himself.

Mountain-heavy fists fell on his head, smashing his head into a rotten watermelon.

Elder Qingsong also turned into a corpse with no vitality, falling from a high altitude, without any combat effectiveness.

Qin Ming also fell. He doesn't have much strength now. In a battle with Elder Qingsong, he has exhausted all his strength.

At this time, if someone gives him a casual look, it may kill him.