The Dragon from Hell

"Junior brother, you talk too much." Zhu Xing's smile disappeared without a trace. When Qin Feng said that he suppressed his cultivation, the murderous intent in his eyes became stronger.

He sighed in a deep voice, and then his figure flashed by, and the Thunder Warrior in his hand slashed down, with lightning and thunder.

Qin Feng's body moved to the side and avoided the Thunder Warrior in Zhu Xing's hand.

After a moment.

The lightning in Zhu Xing's hand was more intense, and wherever the sharp energy reached, there were lightning and thunder. The ground cracked, and the flowers and plants around burned in an instant.

The magic weapon condensed by spiritual power can be condensed again even if it is broken by ordinary weapons.

The powerful offensiveness of the thunder element was fully exerted in Zhu Xing's hands. No one would have thought that this young man who looked smiling and gentle on weekdays would be so powerful.

Qin Feng realized that the weapon used by Zhu Xing was extraordinary and could not be treated with ordinary tricks.

A flash of light flashed in his eyes, and he swung the two swords in his hands. He saw the moment when Zhu Xing showed his weakness, and directly slashed the black sword at Zhu Xing's arm.

Seeing this, Zhu Xing's eyes condensed, and he reacted very quickly. He grabbed the air with his other hand, and in an instant, he condensed a magic weapon again in his hand, and blocked Qin Feng's two swords.

Then he forced Qin Feng back with the power of thunder and lightning, and Lei Wu broke through the air, accompanied by lightning and thunder, with full force!

For a time, Qin Feng and Zhu Xing formed a double sword against double swords, four magic weapons facing each other, and the edge was revealed, and they competed in this secluded corner!

The two looked at each other, and no one took the initiative to attack again.

The flute melody floating in the sky did not stop, but the melody had come to an end.

The more urgent the tune, the stronger the fighting spirit.

This tune became a golden drum on the battlefield, constantly urging the two to fight.

After a moment, Zhu Xing no longer suppressed his spiritual power, and the two swords merged into one, forming a thunderous giant sword, heading towards Qin Feng.

Qin Feng was not to be outdone, and responded with two long swords glowing with black light. The spiritual power of the two surged, and the offense and defense were rotated, and the outcome was hard to tell!

What Qin Feng saw from Zhu Xing was not the strength that should have been achieved after years of not practicing, but a cultivator who had experienced hundreds of battles and became stronger after being tempered by time.

He had no sword in his hand, but the thunder weapon he condensed was more difficult to deal with than an ordinary sword.

The thunder weapon was cut by Qin Feng's black sword countless times, and then condensed again, and after condensing, it was even more ferocious than the last time.

When the black sword came into contact with the thunder weapon in Zhu Xing's hand, sparks kept splashing out after the sound of metal collision.

The two fought back and forth, neither of them was at a disadvantage, and Qin Feng was constantly adding more spiritual power to the two swords.

There were only two ways to defeat Zhu Xing's Lei Wu: either exhaust his spiritual power so that he could no longer condense Lei Wu; or cut off his arm!

Both ways were difficult, and the battle between Qin Feng and Zhu Xing suddenly became tense.

Seeing that this would definitely attract the attention of the masters in the sect, both of them were eager to quickly get rid of each other.

However, just when Qin Feng wanted to find Zhu Xing's flaw and hit him, he heard a girl's voice: "Hey, why do you mortals like to fight so much? I was wondering why it was so noisy today, and I didn't have a good nap. It turns out that you are here to make trouble again."

Hearing this voice, Qin Feng's eyes suddenly lit up with hope: Jiao Xia is here.

"Help me." He spoke briefly, his lips and jaws moved up and down. Zhu Xing didn't hear what he said, but Jiao Xia heard it clearly.

In fact, it was not that Qin Feng himself could not get rid of Zhu Xing, but Zhu Xing fought with him with a desperate mood, and wanted to stop him, and Qin Feng himself could not fully expose his strength at this time.

It was impossible to quickly get rid of Zhu Xing without Jiao Xia's help while suppressing his cultivation.

If the fight continued, the masters in the sect would be alarmed, and then he would not be able to enter the back mountain.

After this time, the people in the sect would be wary of him, and it would be even more difficult for him to enter the back mountain.

However, it seemed that he was not the only one who was anxious. Zhu Xing was afraid that he also realized this and just wanted to make a quick decision.

Once the elders in the sect found out, his cultivation would not be hidden, and then he would have to leave the sect!

The battle situation on both sides was intense, but Zhu Xing could not see the figure of a girl floating towards him: "Since there are a lot of candied haws recently, I will help you with reluctance."

As she said this, Jiao Xia's hand was already in front of Zhu Xing. With just a slight push, Zhu Xing would surely be defeated.

But at this moment, a majestic voice sounded: "A Xing, let him inCome on."

The voice came suddenly, and Zhu Xing did not expect that person to speak suddenly.

He hurriedly withdrew his sword move, and just avoided Jiao Xia's attack.

Although he would still be hit if Jiao Xia wanted, seeing that he had retreated, Jiao Xia withdrew his hand: "It seems that I don't need to take action, but you still owe me a favor. Remember, I want to eat mung bean cake next time."

Qin Feng said helplessly: "I know, I can't do without you. "

Now he is more concerned about the voice than Jiao Xia.

The sound of the flute has stopped, but the echo of the voice is still echoing in the mountains.

Qin Feng's attention is completely focused on the voice: the voice is very familiar, but it came too suddenly, and the empty mountains and the echo made it impossible for him to clearly distinguish whether the voice was Long Daoling's.

Zhu Xing stood not far away and looked at him deeply.

Qin Feng did not put down his swords, and still stared at Zhu Xing vigilantly, guarding against him again.

However, the voice did not sound again, but Zhu Xing sighed lightly.

With his sigh, the Lei Wu condensed in his hand also dissipated.

The flames still burning around showed the fierceness of the battle just now, but Zhu Xing had returned to his previous gentle appearance. Although the smile still did not reach his eyes, there was a bit more helplessness in his expression: "He is still so willful... You are lucky, maybe you met that person who is in a good mood today. "

After saying that, Zhu Xing stopped looking at Qin Feng and didn't explain to him what he meant. He turned around and walked towards the back mountain.

Qin Feng frowned and stood there, not moving for a while.

Zhu Xing took a few steps and found that he didn't follow him. He turned his head and reminded him: "Don't you want to go to the back mountain to take a look? I don't know why you are so curious about the back mountain, but before my master gets angry, you should catch up quickly. "

After saying that, Zhu Xing really left without looking back.