This time, Qin Lang had no chance to teleport.

At this moment, Alisa suddenly reminded him: "Master, push your two friends away as soon as possible. I have a trick here to break the huge net."

After hearing this, Qin Lang immediately followed Alisa's method.

The dark red aura turned into two big hands, pushing Hongye and the fox away directly.

After that, Qin Lang slowly closed his eyes, and a picture of flying all over the sky appeared.

This contains all the details of a sword technique.

When the giant net was about to approach Qin Lang, he suddenly opened his eyes and a contemptuous smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

A loud shout of "Red Dust Slash" came from Qin Lang's mouth.

A bloody mist appeared along with it.

Soon, the blood-colored fog and the huge sword energy net slowly tangled together.

After a breath, several blood lights suddenly appeared in the fog.

Seeing this, Feng Buping, who was originally confident, was stunned.

The sound became a little bit shattered.

"How could this kid control the vampire clan's abilities?"

As the saying goes, the killing of the world.

Qin Lang's move possesses the power of laws, so how can a simple sword energy compete with it?

After the sword energy was broken, the fog slowly dissipated.

When Qin Lang appeared again, his condition was obviously a little weak.

He was gasping heavily, his chest was undulating.

The move of the Red Dust Slash just now took him 80% of his strength to use it.

After using this move, he himself was already very weak and there was only one chance to take action again.

As Qin Lang turned his eyes to Feng Buping's body, the corner of his mouth moved slightly, and his palms tightly grasped the long knife.

The teleportation skill appeared again, just like Feng Ying's duel, Qin Lang was preparing to give him a fatal attack while Feng was unprepared.

But then again, Feng Buping is the number one disciple of the city lord of Fengtian City after all, and his abilities in all aspects are far beyond Feng Ying's ability.

Just as Qin Lang was about to approach him, a sword energy suddenly appeared beside Feng Buping.

The breath shook violently, and Qin Lang's whole body became numb.

At this moment, a thought appeared in Qin Lang's mind.

"The 8th stage of the Fantasy Cloud Sky, this is Feng Buping's true strength."

Choosing to fight head-on with such a person is no different from seeking death.

Under this attack     Qin Lang, who was already very weak, quickly took a few steps back, and a mouthful of blood also spurted out of his mouth.

Not only that, another voice came from Qin Lang's ears.

"This kid has some skills, I can't suck his blood."

The owner of this voice comes from Alisa. As a member of the vampire clan, their best fighting method is to learn from their strengths and weaknesses, and use their ability to suck blood to gradually consume their opponents, achieving the goal of one getting better and the other getting worse.

In this way, they can achieve real victory.

But the guy in front of him was obviously not Alisa's blood-sucking object. Faced with such an existence, even she could do nothing.

Nowadays, the only thing Alisa can do is to hold this terrible guy up for Qin Lang.

"Master, I will burn my soul in a while and try to help you get the time to escape. You must seize the opportunity."

After saying that, Alisa tried to get out of her sword.

The dark red aura quickly drifted in the air.

Feng Buping saw this scene, the long sword in his hand was subconsciously clenched, and his eyes all fell on the dark red sword.

"I finally forced you out, I want to see who you are."

As he turned around, a snow-white arm suddenly appeared in the shape of the long sword.

Alisa's body was about to appear.

Just as half of her body was about to emerge.

A low shout suddenly sounded from Qin Lang's mouth.

"Go back, I don't have the habit of letting women protect themselves."

As the words came to the ground, Alisa's half of her body suddenly disappeared.

After this, Qin Lang's blood and energy dissipated a lot.

Feng Buping looked disappointed in this regard.

He was not very interested in killing Qin Lang. He was more concerned about what kind of sword spirit Qin Lang had.

For sword practitioners, it is crucial to obtain a good sword spirit.

With this thing, their future path can be very flat and they can have great advantages when crossing barriers.

Take Feng Buping as an example. If the master had not found a suitable sword spirit for him when he reached the 6th stage of Huanyuntian, his cultivation would not have been able to improve so quickly.

In that case, he is likely to be stuck in the bottleneck like Bai Liancheng for many years. The road ahead will be greatly restricted.

After all, when a person's cultivation reaches a certain level, the advantages of external factors will become smaller and smaller.

Feng Buping did not break through to the 8th stage of the Huanyuntian stage. Bai Liancheng might be able to tie him. But now, the gap between the two of them is very big, and Bai Liancheng cannot win at all.

Bai Liancheng, who has the ultimate sword intent, is this the case, and Qin Lang, who is even weaker, can cross the gap in strength?

Faced with Qin Lang's behavior, Feng Buping's eyes only mockery.

Then he said contemptuously: "Give up the sword spirit is not a good choice, otherwise you will only lose even worse."

"If you want to die more happily, you might as well let the sword spirit come out and show me. If I am satisfied, this matter can be negotiated. Otherwise, I have a hundred ways to ask you to lose all your money."

As he was talking, Feng Buping was about to take action.

But before he could move, a loud laugh suddenly came from the air.

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha" "Someone is not afraid of shining his tongue when talking. Is it so unbearable that Lord Feng's apprentice is just so unbearable and can only brag and speak big things on weekdays?"

A young man in white appeared with the sound. Qin Lang was not unfamiliar with this person's identity.

It really corresponds to the old saying of Yan Kingdom.

When I say Cao Cao, I will come.

The person who appeared in front of him was Feng Buping's former mortal enemy Bai Liancheng.

The two of them are both masters of swordsmanship, so there were naturally a lot of frictions.

Feng Buping saw Bai Liancheng's arrival, and there was a hint of solemnity next to his face.

"Bai Liancheng, you know the difference between us. You shouldn't forget the battle a year ago. If you want to meddle in other people's business, you have to see if your strength is allowed."

"You alone can't stop me."

When Bai Liancheng heard this, he was so angry that he was so angry.

A year ago, he was indeed defeated by Feng Buping. Not only that, because Feng Buping had already broken through to the 8th stage of the Huanyuntian stage. Even though Bai Liancheng had strong sword energy, it would be difficult for him to cause substantial damage to this guy who had far surpassed himself.

In that battle, Bai Lian made a very bad success or failure.

Now standing in front of Qin Lang, one is that he is very upset when he sees Feng Buping, and the other is that he wants to fight this guy again.
Chapter completed!