Qi Ming didn't know that Xie Zhi was following him, but he knew that sooner or later he would have a fight with Xie Zhi, so when he was recovering from his injuries, he never forgot to practice the Thunder Light Fist brought from the Qi family.

Thunder Light Fist is a spiritual skill with thunder attributes, and it is a winning magic weapon to restrain evil spirits. How could Qi Ming not practice hard? This is also the reason why he can have confidence in the face of evil spirits. He believes that before his soul is sucked dry, he can directly knock evil spirits into scum.

Yunyan had already seen the power of Xie Zhi's black spiritual power through one move just now, so he naturally didn't like Shiqi, but the result of the collision was unexpected. A pair of beautiful eyes that looked at Qiming flashed.

"No wonder," Xie Feng murmured to himself in a voice that only he could hear.

Kakka

Xie Zhi's entire right arm was broken several times with a punch, and his body shot backwards, making him feel very embarrassed.

Qi Ming knocked Xie Zhi away with one punch, but he had no intention of stopping. He stepped up two consecutive steps, and his left fist, which was flashing in the blue light, directly blasted towards his head.

This is to take his life while he is sick

Qi Ming didn't dare to hold back at all when he took action, because Xie Zhi had an evil eye, which was what Qi Ming really feared.

Xie Zheng applied the soles of his feet on the ground for several feet to stabilize it, but Xie Zheng, who had just stabilized it, saw the fist gradually enlarged in front of him, and a sneered curve appeared on the corner of his mouth, and gently said to Qi Ming in front of him: "Soul Thorn"

A breath that could make the soul tremble appeared out of Xie Zheng's left eye.

Qi Ming only felt a hammer hit hard in the depths of his soul. The power of that hammer was enough to make him lose his combat power.

The fist that flashed in front of Xie Zhi's forehead also stopped abruptly.

Qi Ming's body, which had already rushed forward, lost its motivation instantly and relied on his only inertia to directly bump forward.

Xie Zhi stretched out his left hand and directly held Qi Ming's right wrist, then pulled it backwards and snatched Qi Ming's sword from his right hand. At the same time, he kicked Qi Ming away with one kick.

The picture turned sharply and Yunyan couldn't react a little.

Xie Xie Feng's reaction was not slow. He flew out and stretched out his right hand, embraced Qi Ming's figure flying backwards, turned around and removed all the force coming from Qi Ming's body, and then stopped in place, looking at Xie Zhi with a serious expression on his face.

Xie Zheng's left eye opened the second layer of seal, possessing a special ability, soul sting.

Soul thorn means piercing the soul

As a strange pupil formed by a acquired cultivation on Big 6, the Soul Eye Eye is extremely powerful. Back then, Xie Feng had two soul pupils, and his strength was far away from Xie Zhi and Xie Yun, and his combat power was almost comparable to that of the Evil Saint. However, Xie Feng was a low-key person, so before that battle, the name of Xie Feng was not very loud.

But in that decisive battle that shocked the northern border, Evil Wind and Evil Saint directly died together with Thunder. After that battle, Evil Wind's name resounded throughout the northern border, although everyone thought he was dead.

The soul thorn causes great damage to the soul of the practitioner, but it is much easier to recover than to be absorbed by the soul.

However, Qi Ming was stabbed by Xie Zhi unexpectedly, and his whole head was dizzy and his whole body could no longer control it.

If Xie Feng hadn't held his waist, he would have to spread it directly on the ground.

His ability to maintain a drowsy consciousness now means that his soul power is far from that of the same level of cultivators. If a cultivator of the same level is attacked by Xie Zhi so suddenly, he will probably fall into a coma.

"Do you know why there is no sword to cut off your head?" Xie held the long sword in his hand, looked at Qi Ming beside Xie Feng, and said softly, "I just let you know what helplessness is. As my opponent, killing you can make me more happy."

"Damn... Damn" Qi Ming now doesn't even have the strength to curse.

"I really don't know how to live or die," Xie Zhi said with a chuckling, then raised his foot and walked slowly towards Xie Feng.

Seeing this, Yunyan moved sideways and blocked Xie Feng's face.

Xie Zhi stopped and reached out to lift the black that covered half of his face, revealing his gray eyes, "Let you also taste the taste of this eyes, Soul Thorn"

Yunyan felt a little cold when she saw the eyes. When she was about to attack, a figure flashed and Xie Feng had already arrived in front of her.

Xie Zhi's second soul sting was all affected by Xie Feng.

However, what Xie Zhi couldn't believe was that Xie Feng was attacked by this soul sting, and there was no strange color on his face, as if the soul sting had not attacked him at all.

Xie Feng handed Qi Ming to Yunyan behind him and said, "You take him to find a place to recover from his injuries first. I have a way to deal with his eye."

Yunyan was silent for a moment, stretched out his right hand to take Qi Ming, and then said to Xie Feng: "I left a mark on the road, remember to find it yourself."

Xie Feng nodded with a heavy expression.

Yunyan took Qi Ming away, but Xie Zhi did not stop him.

Xie Feng and Xie Zhi stood several feet apart. The light breeze in the mountains blew up, blew the head on Xie Zhi's face, and his face became slightly solemn. His soul pupils actually failed. Obviously, the man in front of him was not as simple as he seemed.

"I don't believe you can deal with this eye," Xie Zhi said first.

"Your gray eye now has mottled blood. With your current strength, you can only use similar means twice at most." Xie Feng did not directly answer Xie Zhi's words, but said with a chuckle.

"You said it right." Xie Zhi did not deny it, Xie Xie smiled, "But as long as I use this eye to absorb the power of your soul, this trauma will be easily repaired, and it is not impossible to use the soul sting again."

"It's a pity that I won't give you that chance," Xie Feng replied confidently.

"Then I can't help you." Xie Zhi said coldly, then he threw the long sword in his hand directly at Xie Feng with his right hand.

The sharp long sword shot towards Xie Feng's throat with a slight sound of breaking through the air.

After throwing out the long sword, Xie Zheng quickly formed seals on his chest with both hands, and the black spiritual power on his body spread out in all directions.

Xie Feng's head tilted slightly, and his long sword flew over his shoulder.

Just as the hilt of the sword was about to fly over his shoulder, he stretched out his right hand and held the hilt of the sword.

The extremely fast sword force, which was originally extremely fast, stopped moving under his slight grasp.

When Xie Feng took down the long sword on his shoulder, he heard Xie Zhi roar in a low voice: "The Art of Shadow Dividing"

Several black shadows formed by black spiritual power shot directly at Xie Feng.

Xie Feng held the long sword in his hand and flew in the air for hundreds of times.

Every time he waved it, a sword energy would emerge in the air and shoot in the direction of evil priest.

The strength of the sword energy slashed out by Xie Feng holding the long sword was similar to that of Qi Ming slashed out, but when the black shadows met the sword energy slashed out by Xie Feng, they collapsed and then turned into bits of black air and disappeared in the air without a trace.

After a round of sword energy was slashed, Xie Zhi's Shadow Division Technique was broken, and the remaining sword energy directly cut the black cloak outside Xie Zhi into countless pieces of rags.

But Xie Zhi did not have a wound on his body.

If Xie Feng wanted to kill someone, Xie Zhi would probably have turned into minced meat now.

Xie Zhi looked at Xie Feng with a look of horror and asked dryly, "Who are you?"

The art of shadow division has weaknesses, and few people know it.

Xie Feng's sword energy all slashed at the weakest parts of those shadows.

Because of the good position control, the effect of these sword energy is also very obvious.

Those who know the weakness of this secret technique can count it with one hand, and those who can count it with one hand are closely related to Xiezhi, so Xiezhi was very shocked.

The Xiezhizhan did not move there not meant that he had no power to fight back, but that he was shocked. If he had used all his skills, Xie Feng would not have won so easily.

Xie Feng looked at Xie Zhi in shock and threw the sword in his hand to Xie Zhi, and smiled slightly and said, "The power obtained by walking on the evil path is not necessarily huge. If you change the way of cultivation, you may feel the brighter and dazzling sunshine and a beautiful world."

Xie Zhi did not take the long sword thrown by Xie Feng, and let the long sword fall to the ground to make a crisp sound.

"Hmph, do you think you won?" Xie Zhi looked at Xie Feng with a cold look and said coldly, "You can only prove what you said after you defeat me."

"If you don't experience it yourself, you won't feel deeply," Xie Feng didn't care about his evil attitude and continued, "You may try it and decide your own path, and don't send yourself to the abyss."

"There are not many people who dare to preach me, Xie Zhi," Xie Zhi couldn't stand Xie Feng's long-windedness, "It's worthy of you today."

A serious murderous intent emanates from Xiezhi.

This murderous intent is actually stronger than that of Qi Ming.

Recognizing Xie Feng's methods, Xie Zhi was not ready to hold back. A stream of powerful spiritual power burst out from his body, shaking his clothes, and all the black debris scattered on the ground flew around.

A black spiritual power wrapped the long sword on the ground.

The sword vibrated gently, and then slowly floated up, floating into Xiezhi's hand.

"Boy, take out your weapons or there will be no chance." Xie Zhi's whole body was wrapped in a bit weird black spiritual power, and the gray eyes in his left eye were tightly closed and covered by black.

And his right eye was filled with a cold look.

Xie Feng looked at Xie Zheng, wrapped in black spiritual power, and a look of recollection appeared on his handsome face, and then his lips buzzed a few times, "I have never been ready to fight you."

Unfortunately, Xie Feng's voice was too small and was covered by the wind, so he might not even hear it himself.

And evil clinging is naturally inaudible.

The evil pride rose as quickly as a gust of wind, slashing the long sword in his hand directly towards Xie Feng's neck.

Xie Feng's figure moved, like a gust of breeze, easily avoiding Xie Zhi's sword, and at the same time punched Xie Zhi.

(End of this chapter)

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