The Dragon from Hell

Seeing Qin Feng stand out, Donggong Ya was stunned at first, and subconsciously wanted to speak, but the former patted her shoulder, and then he walked to the bow.

The man on the boat smiled and watched Qin Feng come out, but after just two glances, he raised his eyebrows: "Mortal bone?"

Qin Feng nodded: "That's right."

"Hehe..." The man chuckled, as if he had heard a joke.

The three young cultivators in front should be regarded as the best of the younger generation, and they can be dealt with by the man with just one hand. The mortal bone in front of him actually dared to stand up and challenge, which was really...

"Don't know how to live or die." The man restrained his smile, and his face was a little gloomier than before.

He thought that Qin Feng should rush to the sword-testing furnace to use the thunder of the sword-testing furnace to shape his spiritual bones.

The three young cultivators' attack was not a big deal to him.

But knowing that he was a Jindan-stage cultivator, a mortal bone actually dared to stand up, which was a contempt for him.

"Whether it's life or death, we have to try it to know."

Qin Feng stood on the bow in black clothes.

Black clothes, black eyes, black sword box, but his white hair was particularly eye-catching.

The sea breeze blew up Qin Feng's robe, which was still not well worn. Although he looked calm, he revealed a murderous aura for no reason.

As soon as he raised his hand, two long swords were immediately unsheathed from the black box behind him.

The black long sword had a narrow blade and was completely black without any pattern.

But when it was unsheathed, you could see a flash of black light on both swords, and you could tell at a glance that they were not ordinary things.

"Good swords!" The man's eyes lit up, and he did not hide his surprise at the two swords.

This was the first time he had seen a black sword.

If it was possible, he would make a lot of money by getting these two swords.

Qin Feng looked at him expressionlessly: "Junior Qin Feng, please make way."

"Make way? What a big tone." The man smiled softly, with a little disdain in the corner of his eyes: "It depends on whether you have the ability."

After speaking, Qin Feng didn't waste any words, and lightly tapped the bow with his toes, and the man flew into the air.

With two black swords in hand, a black light flashed on the sword body, and the two long swords made a metallic trembling sound at the same time.

He crossed the two swords and swung out a staggered sword energy, directly facing the man's face.

"Heh..."

The man snorted coldly, and saw this direct and reckless sword, with a little disdain in his eyes.

Although this white-haired young man actually cultivated spiritual power, at his age, he had no spiritual bones. Even if he started practicing since birth, even if he was gifted and blessed by heaven, he was in his twenties at most. In the early stage of foundation building.

This is not his conjecture, but the conclusion drawn by countless ordinary people who have cultivated immortals for thousands of years.

Ordinary people are ordinary people after all. There were once amazing martial arts geniuses who spent decades practicing immortals.

But in the end, even with the spiritual power, they were only at the entry level of the Golden Core Stage until they died.

The white-haired young man in front of him was indeed handsome, and it can be seen that he was not an ordinary flower stand. At least he had a martial arts foundation before cultivating immortals, and his martial arts attainments were not bad.

But martial arts and magic can't be compared after all. Just his move looks cold, domineering and powerful, but in fact, it's just like a breeze blowing in front of him.

"This sword is in your hand, what a pity."

The man chuckled and raised his hand casually, as if he wanted to use the folding fan in his hand to block Qin Feng's sword as before.

However, just as the sword energy of the black sword was about to approach, the man suddenly widened his eyes, and in a flash he jumped up and floated away.

At the same time, the folding fan in his hand flew out and hit the two sword energies.

——Dang!

The moment the sword energy and the folding fan intersected, a harsh metal collision sound was made, and the next moment the man's folding fan rebounded back to his own hand.

Qin Feng's sword energy was hit by the folding fan, disrupting the direction that was originally heading towards the man, and smashed hard on the boat.

Originally, there were only two direct and rough sword energies, but the moment they touched the boat, they fell like a violent storm, turning into thousands of sword marks, directly cutting the boat that was still standing still in the wind and waves into pieces!

Qin Feng's figure fell back to the bow, without a speck of dust on his body.

Looking up, the man had landed, standing on the top of the big ship, looking down at him.

"Heavy Breaking Slash? So you are from Wuxiang Sect."

Heavy Breaking Slash is one of the swordsmanship of Feng Lingshan of Wuxiang Sect.

However, for the disciples of Xianmen, this Heavy Breaking Slash is considered an entry-level offensive technique.

Although it is very offensive, it is simple and crude, so ordinary Xianmen masters are not very likely to use it.It will be used.

And ordinary people cannot bring out the full power of the heavy breaking slash, and sometimes they are even prone to self-injury, so it is taught as an entry-level sword technique.

But the heavy breaking slash that Qin Feng used just now seemed different from what he had seen before.

It was obviously an entry-level sword technique, but the power Qin Feng used was not at all like an entry-level sword technique.

Just looking at the small boat that had turned into thousands of pieces, he knew that if he had not dodged in time just now, this sword light would not be blocked by his previous attack.

Death is naturally impossible, but it will definitely not be pleasant.

Even now, although he was not injured, he couldn't help but frown slightly when he saw the small boat that was broken into thousands of pieces, staring at Qin Feng on the boat.

He confirmed again that Qin Feng was definitely a mortal bone. From his white hair, it can be seen that he may have had spiritual bones, but now he is just a mortal.

But the heavy breaking slash he just used is definitely not something that an ordinary warrior can do.

Even for a cultivator in the early stage of foundation building, it would be extremely difficult to integrate this heavy breaking slash into an ordinary slash, so that people could not see the change at first glance, but the moment of contact, the flowers would be scattered like a fairy.

The most important thing is that he had been fighting with three young spiritual bone cultivators for a long time, and he had not even moved a step.

But now he had only fought with this mortal for a move, and he was forced to retreat back to the boat, and even destroyed his boat.

He stared at the white hair and the deep black eyes, and frowned slightly: "Did I underestimate the enemy?"

At this time, Qin Feng stood with a sword in his hand, and the two black swords in his hands were as cold as ice, just like his eyes.

He raised his head slightly and looked at the man on the opposite side: "Senior, you underestimated the enemy."

The man was stunned. He didn't expect Qin Feng to see that he didn't use much strength just now.

He answered the question irrelevantly: "What's your name?"

Qin Feng smiled and let the sea breeze blow his white hair: "Qin Feng."