The Dragon from Hell

Qin Feng felt the murderous aura in the sound of the flute, and the turmoil in his heart was more violent than the bamboo sea in front of him.

He even forgot to enter the door, staring at the direction of the bamboo sea, as if he saw Long Daoling crossing the river again.

His heart began to beat wildly, and the next moment he had teleported out and headed straight for the back mountain.

"Master, is it you..."

Qin Feng muttered to himself, staring at the direction of the back mountain.

The sound of the flute was not yet determined, and the waves in Qin Feng's heart became bigger and bigger, and his steps became faster and faster.

The feeling brought to him by the sound of the flute was so familiar that he had to personally confirm who was playing the flute.

Exactly the same tune, exactly the same murderous intent, if he didn't see the person playing the flute with his own eyes, he would never be at ease!

However, just like last time, when Qin Feng tried to approach the back mountain, Zhu Xing appeared in front of him unexpectedly.

"Junior Brother Qin Feng, you've crossed the line again."

Zhu Xing still had a smile on his face, but this time the smile was colder than before, and even had a hint of murderous intent.

However, Qin Feng was different from before. He didn't have time to play tricks on Zhu Xing.

The two stood opposite each other, only a few steps away. He said in a cold voice: "I have something I must confirm. Please make way."

"Junior Brother Qin Feng, I remember I told you before that the back mountain of Wuyou Mountain is a forbidden area for disciples of the sect. If you trespass into the forbidden area, you will be expelled from the mountain gate. Junior Brother finally entered the mountain gate and became a disciple of Wuxiang Sect. You don't want to fail at the last minute, right?"

Zhu Xing stared at Qin Feng and reminded him.

But how could Qin Feng listen to him now?

The sound of the flute had not stopped at this time, and Qin Feng's mood was constantly surging. He didn't care about the rules at all. He just wanted to confirm whether the person playing this song in the back mountain was Long Daoling!

"Even if I don't join the Wuxiang Sect, I can still continue my practice. But if I can't see the people in the back mountain, even if I leave today, I will find a way to get in tomorrow."

Qin Feng said, his eyes became more and more cold.

At this time, there was no wind in the mountain, but Qin Feng's clothes trembled slightly, and the sword box behind him also trembled slightly.

Zhu Xing's eyes withdrew from Qin Feng's clothes. He could clearly feel the murderous aura coming from Qin Feng.

The arc of his lips did not fade, but the murderous intent in his eyes became more and more intense, and he said with a warning: "Junior brother, you have to think about it. If you insist on trespassing today, then don't blame me for being ruthless. The sect rules, if I encounter a disciple trespassing into the forbidden area, I can execute you on the spot without reporting to the sect."

Qin Feng said coldly: "Then please teach me, senior brother."

As he spoke, the sword box behind Qin Feng trembled, and the next moment a black light flashed, and he had two more swords in his hand, "Sin and Punishment".

Before this, he even only used one of them.

But now, in order to break into the back mountain, he actually drew out the two swords of sin and punishment at the same time.

——Buzz!

The two swords seemed to be able to sense Qin Feng's surging emotions at the moment, and they also trembled and made a harsh buzzing sound.

The sea of ​​qi in the dantian was churning, and the spiritual power instantly poured into Qin Feng's limbs and bones. The majestic power made Qin Feng's robes begin to rustle, as if he was afraid of his murderous intention.

Zhu Xing's eyes condensed slightly, as if he didn't expect Qin Feng to burst out such a powerful force in an instant.

He couldn't even judge what realm the person in front of him was, practicing qi? Building foundation? Even... Golden Core?

Zhu Xing quickly suppressed the shock in his heart and let himself devote himself to Qin Feng.

He told himself that it was impossible. The man in front of him was still very young, in his twenties. Even if he had spiritual bones, he could only practice to the first level of the foundation-building period at most.

What's more, Qin Feng no longer has spiritual bones. Although the power in his body looks magnificent, it is absolutely impossible to reach the Golden Core Stage. It must be his illusion.

Moreover, that powerful force was quickly suppressed, and Qin Feng's cultivation level returned to the first level of the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Although the two black swords in his hands continued to emit a murderous hum, Zhu Xing still breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, if there was a monster who could cultivate to the Golden Core Stage without spiritual bones among the ordinary bones, I'm afraid the entire Immortal Sect would be in chaos.

"Brother Qin Feng, it seems that you are going to be stubborn." Zhu Xing sighed lightly, looking a little helpless, and even shook his head gently: "Originally, your arrival made the sect a little more interesting, but why did you have to seek your own death?"

As the voice fell, Zhu Xing's body suddenly lit up with blue light, and Qin Feng could see that it was the light of lightning.

It's not that he hasn't encountered thunder spiritual bones before.The opponent, Feng Bang before was one of them.

But he could clearly feel that the power of the thunder spirit bone on Zhu Xing was much stronger than Feng Bang.

Even at the moment when his spirit bone lit up, dark clouds suddenly gathered in the sky, covering the entire Wuyou Mountain, and the light around him became dim in an instant.

Qin Feng raised his eyebrows slightly and squeezed out three words from his mouth: "Jindan period."

Yes, Zhu Xing, who was blocking the way in front of him, was actually a Jindan period cultivator!

You know, many teachers in charge of teaching in the sect are only at the Jindan period. With Zhu Xing's qualifications and strength, even if he is not qualified to ascend, he should now hold a position in the sect.

But he didn't, he was still a disciple. Although he would stand next to An Jingfu on weekdays, he was not An Jingfu's disciple.

No one said who his master was, and no one said why he was still standing here as a disciple.

Zhu Xing was full of mysteries, but what Qin Feng noticed was that his thunder spirit bone was even more pure than Feng Bang's.

Zhu Xing had no weapons, so he naturally didn't draw his sword like Qin Feng.

Although there were blue arcs flashing on his body at this moment, he still had no intention of moving. It seemed that he was a magic cultivator.

Even if he was a magic cultivator, such a pure thunder spirit bone was much more difficult to deal with than an ordinary sword cultivator.

At this moment, as if to meet the occasion, and as if the owner of the flute could see the two of them and was not afraid of trouble, the original tune became more and more urgent at this time.

The killing aura became more and more intense, and the space was full of the breath of a decisive battle.

The flute seemed to urge the two to fight, but neither of them made a rash move, just quietly watching each other.

I don't know how long it took, the fighting spirit of the flute became stronger and stronger, and both of them could feel the fighting spirit surging in their blood.

In the end, Qin Feng was eager to see the owner of the flute, so he took the lead.

The black sword came out, and the sword intention arrived.