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Chapter 371 [370] Juggernaut

At night, mist surrounds the mountains.

The mountains are hung with black veils at night.

Qin Yuesheng stood on the top of a mountain, holding a knife in one hand, and fixed his eyes on the old man ten feet away.

The other party was holding a wooden sword in his hand, very ordinary person.

"I'm asking for advice." As soon as Qin Yuesheng finished speaking, his whole body started to move.

Swish!
At his level of strength, his every move has already been as fast as a gust of wind, which is hard to measure.

In just an instant, Qin Yuesheng had already slashed in front of the opponent with a knife.

The wind of the knife is sharp and sharp.

At the same time, the old man moved.

His eyes opened slightly, and a bright glow suddenly burst out.

At the same time, his right hand also moved.

The unpretentious and ordinary wooden sword directly faced the evil spirit tiger in Qin Yuesheng's hand.

call out!
Not to mention the wooden sword, even if it was an ordinary divine weapon, before the evil spirit and the tiger, it would have been cut in two, but the old man is not stupid, he dared to fight with a wooden sword, so he must have his own support.

As soon as it was said, a white sword energy suddenly emerged from the wooden sword, and collided fiercely with the blade of Tianxie Husha.

The white sword energy was so soft that it actually swallowed the evil spirit tiger into it, using softness to overcome rigidity, instantly relieved Qin Yuesheng's knife of a lot of strength.

As soon as the old man succeeded in one blow, he threw the wooden sword in his hand strangely and let it fall to the ground freely. He waved his two fingers, and the wooden sword flew up by itself without anyone controlling it, spinning around Tianxiehusha .

Immediately, the white sword energy turned into a soft strand, tightly binding the entire Heavenly Evil Tiger Sha, like spinning silk into a cocoon.

"Get up." The old man let out a low voice, and the wooden sword shot straight up into the sky, snatching the evil tiger from Qin Yuesheng's hand and taking it to the sky.

How could Qin Yuesheng let the other party snatch the knife from his hand so easily, and immediately stretched out his hand to grab it, and his internal force exploded, and he wanted to use his internal force to forcefully take back Tianxiehusha, but the old man didn't intend to give him this opportunity. Facing Qin Yuesheng's chest, the sword pointed out.

Although it was only two fingers, Qin Yuesheng felt a blur in front of his eyes, and an extremely sharp sapphire blue sword stabbed towards him.

A cold sense of crisis permeated directly from Qin Yuesheng's back to the back of his head, making him tremble all over, and his hairs stood on end.

This is life and death crisis!
hum!
The Golden Bell of Hunyuan Fortune appeared instantly, spinning around Qin Yuesheng's body, loyally protecting the lord.

Nine purple dragons were floating and sinking in the nine pieces of purple mist, and the dragons could not stop singing. In this atmosphere, the sword pierced the surface of the golden bell cover quietly and accurately.

Keng!
There was a clanging iron sound, deafening, Qin Yuesheng's eyes changed, and he saw a hole appeared on the surface of the golden bell cover.

Since Qin Yuesheng owned it, the only one who can make the world-level body-protecting magic, the Hunyuan Good Fortune golden bell cover into this kind of existence is the previous immortal Wu Anjun.

This seemingly ordinary old man in front of him actually has such strength!
call out!
There was a trace of surprise in the eyes of the old man, but he was amazed at the magical body protection technique Qin Yuesheng used. With the power of his sword, even the divine body protection technique could not stop it.

"Interesting." Qin Yuesheng said with a smile, although Wutian Xiehusha was in him, but his methods were more than that. When Qin Yuesheng touched the pouch around his waist, the Dementor had already fallen into his hands. The dementor automatically became the dementor arm, which strengthened the power of Qin Yuesheng's right arm.

boom!
No move, no style, just an ordinary punch, the power of this punch is earth-shattering, even Qin Yuesheng himself can't have a general understanding.

When the dementor was given to him in Qingyang City, it was still very weak, and its effect on possessors was very small, but it was better because it could evolve by absorbing the souls of the dead. Qin Yuesheng led the dementor to fight so much. For a long time, if it is a murder, there will be a lot of dead souls under the knife. This kind of massive feeding has already made the dementor grow to an extremely terrifying level.

What's more, when Lord Wu An died last time, the dementor also absorbed a lot of immortal blood, even... the soul of Lord Wu An.

The soul of an immortal is not something that can be seen in the mortal world, one soul can be worth millions of people.

This punch, just the strength of the punch, has already blown a terrifying gale on the spot.

The wind is so strong that the soil is flying, trees are rising from the ground, sand and rocks are flying, it is amazing.

Ka Ka Ka!
Wherever Qin Yuesheng went, the ground cracked like a spider web, and these cracks spread in all directions, and the whole mountain rumbled, faintly threatening to crack.

Looking at Qin Yuesheng, the old man's expression gradually became serious, and he couldn't help exuding a trace of fighting spirit in his body. This fighting spirit was not the same as holding back his hands as in the sparring, but trying to go all out.

"Heart Sword!" The old man yelled in a low voice. Although there was no sword in his hand, there was a strange clanging sword sound from where the old man was standing.

The sound was astonishing, shaking the sky, the clouds and mist in the sky disappeared in an instant, and the old man's hair was raised high, with an extremely astonishing momentum.

In Qin Yuesheng's eyes, the old man was no longer visible, and only a long sword remained.

"With sword, without sword, Wangjian, Xinjian, I have stayed in Wangjian Village for more than seventy years, and you are the first person to see this style." The old man said slowly, and stepped out in an instant. .

call out!call out!call out!
Dozens of sword qi shot towards Qin Yuesheng from all directions.

Everything happened in an instant, and in the next breath, Qin Yuesheng's fist collided with the old man's wrist.

Sometimes the figure of the old man is a sword, sometimes it is a man, the scene in Qin Yuesheng's eyes is changing endlessly, it is difficult to distinguish.

The two of them have shocking fists and unpredictable swords. There is no doubt that both of them have reached the pinnacle of swordsmanship in the world.

boom!
The entire mountain was rumbling, and finally it was overwhelmed. It collapsed and shattered from the top of the mountain, and rolled down to the ground section by section. A good mountain peak turned into flat ground in an instant, with thick dust billowing.

"Pfft!" The old man in the dust and smoke trembled all over his body. Even though the masters who had reached their level were already invincible in physique, they still couldn't resist Qin Yuesheng's punch infused with the dementor.

That strength was no less than that of a mountain bumping into it. The difference was that the old man could easily split a mountain, but he couldn't split Qin Yuesheng's fist.

The heart sword of the old man was invisible, Qin Yuesheng seemed to be in the upper hand, but watched helplessly as the sword transformed by the old man slowly pierced towards him, piercing through his body.

But he couldn't feel the pain in his body at all. Instead, he felt a heart-piercing pain from the depths of his soul.

It seems to have hurt the soul.

"Injury to the soul, this is the power of the heart sword." Qin Yuesheng was shocked: "Why does your attack make me feel a little familiar, who are you?"

"It's been a long time since I told anyone my name, old man Bai Yue, from Jiangnan." The old man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and said calmly.

Qin Yuesheng's eyes lit up, Bai Yue, the one with the sword...

Isn't this... the famous Baiyue Sword Saint in the south of the Yangtze River.

(End of this chapter)