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On the other side, the monk who had escaped by chance, reunited his human form, and his face was a bit ugly.

Although Meng Ming was only a disciple of the sect, his strength far exceeded his expectations.

I wanted to swallow someone before, but now the other person seems to be out of his control, which is a bit uncomfortable.

And the other party still has a purpose to attack them specifically.

This also shows that several of them have officially entered the sight of Qiankun Yunzong and have become hostile.

This is definitely not a good thing for them.

"Damn it, the other party is very strong, let's leave here first, and then come back to settle the account after swallowing a few talented young people." He said to several connections in the sea of ​​consciousness.

The other four monks received it at the same time in mind.

Almost at the same time, all five of them turned into a black smoke and wanted to evacuate.

"Where do you want to go!" Yuan Chang saw the other party's intention, and between waving his hands, a huge pale white fire dragon appeared, roaring to engulf the black smoke.

Amidst the endless flames, a shrill shout came from it, and the black smoke seemed to have evaporated in the fire dragon's belly within a few seconds, disappearing without a trace.

"Dead?" Qin Ming frowned slightly. Although the power of the fire dragon released by Yuan Chang was indeed amazing, he always felt that the burnt bones of a monk in the Divine Fire Realm were so simple, it was too simple. a little.

After the fire dragon hovered in mid-air, it went back into Yuan Chang's sleeves again. If you look closely, you can see that the fire dragon was transformed by a white jade bracelet.

Yuan Chang touched the body of the bracelet and frowned as well. He had similar doubts and released his enormous spiritual power.

However, he really couldn't perceive the other person's breath, as if he was really killed.

On the other side, Meng Ming's battle also came to an end.

The other party wanted to escape, but found that he was completely trapped in Meng Ming's sword formation, unable to escape, even if it turned into black smoke, he couldn't break through.

Meng Ming's sword was so powerful that he did not have the opportunity to obtain the sword heart, but he was vigorously cultivated by the sect all the year round, and he had to go far in the way of swords than Qin Ming.

With one sword, the situation changed suddenly.

With the addition of the sword formation, Meng Ming's sword was powerful enough to amaze Qin Ming, as if he was about to tear the day apart.

The monk in the Divine Fire Realm was finally defeated by Meng Ming's shocking sword, and was quickly beheaded on the spot.

The corpse is in a different place, and the breath is cut off. Unlike the previous monk, this one can't die without a doubt.

After watching the whole process, Qin Ming finally understood what Yuan Chang had said to him that there was indeed a huge gap in strength between monks in the same realm.

Meng Ming was able to slash the monk in the same realm with one sword, which is enough to explain the problem.

It's not that the monk is too weak, but that the core disciple of Qiankun Yunzong is too strong.

Divine Fire Realm monk died in this way, and the remaining three Pill-Judging Realm monks had no way to survive and were besieged and killed.

These monks are extremely evil, I am afraid that they have swallowed the flesh and blood of countless monks, and when they die, they can be regarded as walking the way for the sky.

As Meng Ming took the sword, the surrounding sword formations also dispersed.

Standing in the air, his post-war majestic appearance was quite brilliant.

Qin Ming looked at the four corpses that fell to the ground, but the monk in the Divine Fire Realm did not even leave a root hair.

He always felt a little strange. Seeing Yuan Chang and the others were spinning around the corpses, he went down the mountain alone.

"Master, I found it."

Half a quarter of an hour later, the eyes closed by Jiancao suddenly opened and his fingers pointed to the north.

"Go!" Qin Ming said with a startled spirit.

The big and the small two suddenly turned into Changhong and rushed in that direction.

He had suspected that the monk was not dead before, so he planned to look for it, but it was really rewarding.

With the keen sense of sword grass, they found the monk's trace.

"Master, although his breath is a bit weak, he is still faster than we are now." Sword Grass floated in the air and said.

Qin Ming nodded, knowing his hands.

"Hurry!"

A lot of wind elements appeared around the two of them, floating like a crystal ribbon.

At the same time, the bodies of the two of them also became extremely light, their speeds soaring, and they shuttled across the terrain, swiftly moving.

Only a little afterimage of the two of them was left along the way.

The Tao of Sword is the way he is currently mainly studying to become stronger, but the wind element ability he obtained before is not completely abandoned, and he spends a little time to study and feel it every day. Of course, his energy is limited, so he is relatively Dao, the discovery speed of the wind element ability will be much slower.

This is also the reason why his wind element can only play an auxiliary effect in actual combat.

This rush is also an application that he has finally studied recently, and it has played a significant role in chasing the road.

It can greatly increase Qin Ming's sprint speed, and as he continues to sprint, his speed will gradually increase more, and there is a feeling of running faster and faster.

Soon, Qin Ming broke through his fastest speed, and it continued to improve.

On the ground, in a dense jungle, a cloud of black smoke suddenly fell from the sky and plunged directly into the jungle.

The black smoke kept changing its appearance, and finally it seemed that it was not easy to transform back into a human form. It was the monk who had escaped.

At this moment, he looked quite embarrassed and bloodstained.

Obviously, even if he escaped under Yuan Chang's fire dragon, injuries are still inevitable.

Sword Grass sensed the exhaustion of the opponent's breath, and it really was caused by the injury.

His face was gloomy, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he coughed up a large amount of blood.

Inside the broken sleeve, the skin on that arm was almost black, and there was almost no good meat in the burn.

The injury is not serious.

"Damn it, one day, I will eat that guy alive!"

"There is Universe Yunzong! Humph!"

His self-talk was filled with intractable grudges.

Suddenly, he suddenly turned his head to look back.

The two biting cold, turned into incomparable sword lights, pierced him straight.

When he first saw this sword light, his expression changed drastically, thinking that Meng Ming was chasing him.

But looking closely, this sword light was different from Meng Ming's, mixed with endless chill.

boom!

Hundreds of big trees were cut off by this sword light and fell suddenly.

Countless flowers and plants were chopped into dregs and scattered all over the ground.

A blood-stained arm flew up and fell to the ground.

The monk in the Divine Fire Realm clutched his severed arm, looked at the incoming person, gritted his teeth and forcibly endured the pain at the fracture.

Spiritual energy gushing all over his body, trying to stop the cold air spreading from the wound and prevent it from invading all over the body.