The Dragon from Hell

Not far away, the two people in the fierce battle ignored everyone.

When masters fight, even a moment of distraction can lead to the final defeat.

However, Du Huaijiang himself did not expect that he would fight with a mortal bone one day, despite the many dangers he encountered in these years and opponents of equal strength.

He was not just a show-off who relied on spiritual bones to cultivate. Before entering the immortal sect, he was born in the martial arts and lived on the edge of a knife.

After entering the sect, he did not give up tempering his body and polishing the foundation of martial arts.

Later, he survived the bloody storm from the foundation-building stage to the golden elixir stage.

And Qin Feng, a mortal bone who was only in his early twenties, could have such skills, which was definitely more shocking than he was back then.

The black sword in Qin Feng's hand was dazzling, and his offensive was like a storm. In the step-by-step pressure, he was actually on the passive defense.

Du Huaijiang's eyes darkened, murderous intent appeared, and his fighting spirit soared to the sky.

"I, Du Huaijiang, will never die here!"

Qin Feng faced it coldly, and only said lightly: "Senior, you will definitely lose."

He fought this battle to his heart's content, not only because Du Huaijiang was strong, but also because the opponent did not underestimate the enemy at all, and almost took out a life-and-death posture.

Moreover, on the sea, he did not need to look ahead and behind, and did not need to hide his strength.

The fight with his hands and feet let go, which made him feel hearty.

He shook the black sword in his hand, and his spiritual power burst out to the fullest, which was more amazing than before.

The black sword broke through the air, and the murderous aura was also earth-shaking.

On the big ship, Du Huaijiang's men could not see the situation clearly, and they were still cheering for their boss.

Du Huaijiang ignored their shouts and found that he had fallen behind. He immediately uttered a deep sigh, and his sword intent was extremely domineering, and his counterattack became more and more crazy.

Qin Feng could feel that Du Huaijiang's attack was becoming more and more spiritual, and his broadsword was as fast as lightning and as heavy as a mountain.

Putting aside his spiritual power, his swordsmanship alone showed his profound attainments.

The folding fan before was just a small fight, and the broadsword now was his killer.

But...

At this time, Qin Feng felt a heat in his lower abdomen, and the seeds in his dantian sprouted again, and actually grew another centimeter under the stimulation of a strong opponent!

The original saplings grew many branches again.

After coming here and fighting many times, Qin Feng could probably judge that his current cultivation should be at the seventh level of the Jindan period.

There are still two levels away from the peak of the Jindan period.

After entering the Jindan period, one level is a huge gap. Some people may only be able to rise to a small level after practicing for a hundred years, and some people may not be able to advance even a hundred years.

The reason why he can occupy a certain advantage in this battle is also due to the two black swords in his hand.

No one knows who made the two swords of punishment and what materials they were made of. When they were mixed in with the rewards given by the sect, they amazed Qin Feng at first sight.

Although he didn't know where they came from and what materials they were made of, he could see that these two swords were definitely not ordinary magic weapons.

As someone who once owned the Yuchang Sword, he could feel that the spiritual energy on these two swords was even more turbulent than the ancient magic weapon, the Yuchang Sword.

And every time he crossed with Du Huaijiang's long sword, he could feel that his long sword seemed to be restrained by these two black swords.

That's right, the weapon restrained the weapon.

It's not about length, but the aura of these two swords.

It can be said that although the sword in Du Huaijiang's hand is also a top-grade sword, the aura of the weapon is firmly suppressed by the two swords of punishment in his hand.

The battle between the two men entered a white-hot stage, and Du Huaijiang had already brought out his signature skills.

He saw the long sword in his hand waved, and he shouted again, and the spiritual power around him rose again.

In an instant, the surrounding seas were surging and the waves were surging.

This amazing power came so violently that the sea water within a radius of fifty feet seemed to be pulled by this power and shook violently.

Not to mention the sea water, even Du Huaijiang's big ship was shaking in the impact of the violent waves.

However, the small boat that Qin Feng and his friends came with was not shocked in such a storm.

It stood still despite the surrounding sea water.

Du Huaijiang also caught a glimpse of this scene from the corner of his eyes, but he had no intention of caring about it now, and was focused on dealing with the white-haired young man in front of him.

Qin Feng felt the fishy smell in the wind and waves, and the bloody smell was caught in it, and it was a fight for life and death!

"Go west with a sword!"

Qin Feng was not willing to be outdone, and immediately struck with a sword.

This sword was amazing, his figure was like a stream of light, and his sword was like a startling wild goose, instantly reaching Du Huaijiang.

Faced with this sharp sword light and incredibly fast speed, DuHuaijiang did not dare to underestimate them, but he did not dodge and retreat, but went forward.

The swords collided, and in an instant the sword shadow was as bright as day, directly cutting the waves for more than ten feet, and startling thousands of waves!

Donggong Ya and others stood at the bow, they could not go forward to help, they could only stare at the figures of the two.

Thousands of waves rose, so that they could not see the figures of the two, let alone guess the ending.

Then, Gongsun Miao's eyes suddenly condensed, and as the waves dispersed, the sky seemed to be raining heavily.

And in this rainstorm, a figure fell quickly.

When he saw the white hair, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "It's Lao Qin!"

He couldn't help but stepped directly from the overtime and flew towards Qin Feng.

And this time, the barrier on the ship opened instantly, allowing the three of them to fly to Qin Feng, grab the person before he fell into the water, and bring him back to the deck.

"Old Qin, are you okay, Old Qin?"

At this time, Chen Xiaolu also ran out and saw Qin Feng, whose face was pale.

As soon as Qin Feng opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Oh!" Chen Xiaolu was furious: "That bastard thief leader dared to kill people in broad daylight. There is really no law! Too much!"

"You too, you are just a mortal, why do you want to fight that thief leader, do you think your life is too long?"

Chen Xiaolu rushed over in a hurry, cursing and at a loss: "What should we do now? Should we bandage him?"

Donggong Ya and the other two did not respond, because their eyes were all on the front.

A figure slowly fell in the heavy rain, and the toes lightly touched the sea surface, and the person stood lightly on the sea surface.

And in his hand, he still held the long knife.

Donggong Ya and the other two were staring at him, thinking that Du Huaijiang was here to kill them all.

The three of them immediately picked up their weapons and stared at him with eager eyes.

But the next moment, Du Huaijiang coughed lightly, and a mouthful of blood gushed out!