: Destroy

puff!

The flying sword was inserted into the deck, and the demonic energy was terrifying. Qingying's sword body trembled gently, and the cold light flashed, making a buzzing sound that made people tremble.

"Who?!"

The young man in black robe shouted coldly, his face changed instantly, and he looked up at the dark night sky.

Boss Yuan and others also looked at the sky with a look of surprise.

call!

At this moment, a black shadow roared down from the sky, and its speed was extremely shocking.

At the same time, an indescribable aura suddenly came with the violent whistling wind, causing everyone below to breathe tightly.

In an instant, the figure fell on the deck and stepped on the ground with his feet calmly.

With a "bang", the entire "Sky Boat" suddenly trembled, and the force and speed of its fall were seen.

Everyone looked at it and saw a man with a cold face as cold as a thousand years of ice, appearing in the center of the sky.

He stood in front of the magic sword, his face was indifferent and cold. A layer of cracks and depressions appeared on the ground touching the feet, which were gradually extending outward.

This scene made everyone on the boat take a breath of air conditioning.

Jumped off from such a high place, the man was unscathed.

Not only that, even the Tianxingzhou deck, which is harder than ordinary magic weapons, was trampled on by this person, which made a shocking crack.

"You are also a demon cultivator. How dare you ask for your name? Here are Ye Feng, a disciple of the Yinluo Sect, below."

The young man in black robe felt the domineering and magical aura on the man's body, and felt relieved and asked quickly.

The devil monks respect their strength. Whoever has a big fist will be the boss. This is a naked iron rule.

Although they are both demonic cultivators in the Concentration Period, Ye Feng clearly felt the gap between himself and the other party.

"Shi Qianhan."

The man gently spit out three words, his cold eyes, like a blade, passed by everyone present, and then slowly stretched out his hand and pulled out the magic sword in front of him.

Boss Yuan was still looking forward to the arrival of the savior with some hope. However, when he was sure that the person in front of him was also a cold and ruthless demon monk, he was completely disappointed.

A team of demon monks is enough for them to suffer. Now a stronger demon has come, which is completely insulting.

"I wonder what you can do when you suddenly arrive here? My disciples of Yinluo Sect need a large manned magic weapon to attack these casual cultivators."

Ye Feng tentatively said, and looked at Shi Qianhan's expression, and thought to himself.

"roll."

Shi Qianhan just said one word lightly, but it was like a cold sharp blade that penetrated into a person's heart.

Just one word, but it contains such magic.

Suddenly, the whole audience was silent.

All the heartbeats and breaths were left, and their faces were filled with horror.

"Fellow Daoist, what do you mean?"

Ye Feng's expression changed. He was also a cultivator in the Concentration Stage and soon returned from the other party's aura.

"This place belongs to me."

Shi Qianhan said lightly.

When Ye Feng heard this, he laughed instead: "Hahaha... Do you think you are a high-level monk or a master of demonic deity? You just want to send us away with a word. Do you think I, the Yinluo Sect, are easy to bully? Since you don't know how to be polite, don't blame us for being polite today."

"Brothers, come on!"

Ye Feng shouted violently, and a heavy black iron knife was sacrificing in his hand. The black light flashed in his hand, and his spirit was full of energy. He was like a leopard, and in the blink of an eye, approached Shi Qianhan's body.

Wow!

With a cold roar like thunder, a thick and slight dark light shrouded in the space where Shi Qianhan was located with the momentum of Mount Tai.

Shi Qianhan's face was neither red nor his heart beat. The demonic energy in his hand stirred up a sharp sword energy, gently holding the opponent's attack.

Clam!

A muffled metal sound was rippling around, with strong winds raging, and the air waves were flying, and within a radius of several meters, they could only accommodate two people.

Just after taking this blow, Ye Feng's face changed and he felt a terrifying force like a demon king pouring into his arm. In an instant, his tiger's mouth cracked.

You should know that he is using blunt instruments, and with the initiative, he should have an absolute advantage.

But the facts are right in front of you.

Both of them are spiritual weapons of the same level as the early stage of concentrating the mind, and they are all demon cultivators. Their strengths are so different.

This is the gap caused by the martial arts!

The Nine Nether Demonic Art is worthy of being a peerless demonic art, which shocks ancient and modern times.

"Everyone!"

Ye Feng's face looked a little pale, and his body retreated quickly, asking his subordinates to block it for a while.

At this moment, there was still some residual power of the Nine Nether Demonic Qi in his body, which forced him to move out some of his magic power to resolve it.

Puff! Puff! Puff!…

On the other side, Shi Qianhan did not chase him. The magic sword in his hand came out and turned into a ball of deadly black light. With every flash, he could easily harvest the life of a Qi Refining Cultivator.

Even the monks at the same level can't withstand a few rounds in front of him, so how can they talk about these second-level Qi Refining Demonic Cultivation Cultivation?

Boss Yuan and the monks on the boat were frightened.

This Shi Qianhan is a completely murderous devil.

"Everyone retreat quickly!"

Ye Feng suddenly shouted loudly, after dissolving the demonic energy in his body, he was the first to start running away with the sword.

“Where to run?”

Shi Qianhan sneered, stepped up suddenly, and a black snake shadow shot out from his hand, silently wrapping around Ye Feng's naked feet.

"ah!"

Shi Qianhan had only had time to scream and fell from mid-air, and his limbs were numb. A toxic force invaded his body, causing him to lose his combat power.

"Save...save me..."

Ye Feng barely spit out a few words.

"Run!"

The nearly ten remaining people under him, and when they saw that the leader was captured, they dared not fight, so they jumped directly into the Qingjiang River.

Plop! Plop!

Although it is unpredictable to jump into the surging Qing River with the cultivation level of the Qi Refining Stage, it is always better to fight Shi Qianhan's devil.

Shi Qianhan saw the behavior of these people, and a faint contempt flashed in his eyes, without stopping them. In fact, he could not intercept them all if so many people escaped together.

"You...you..."

Ye Feng looked glaring and was furious. He watched his subordinates jump into the Qing River without hesitation, which was one or two times faster than usual when fighting.

Then, he felt the large loss of essence and blood in his body, which was a strange black whip wrapped around his body, extending out circles of light black lines, and was crazily devouring his essence and blood.

"This... what kind of magic weapon is this?"

The anger in Ye Feng's eyes turned into fear and helplessness in the face of the unknown.

Shi Qianhan held the mysterious black whip, with a few sneers hanging on the corner of his mouth, looking at him as if he was looking at his prey.

"Give me...Give me your life..."

Ye Feng looked frightened, his whole body was stiff, and his voice was extremely trembling.

"Shi has given you a chance. Since you don't listen, there is only one way to die!"

A cold light flashed in Shi Qianhan's eyes, and the magic sword in his hand broke through the air with a "swoosh" sound, piercing Ye Feng's throat.

Ye Feng couldn't even scream and died in anger.

For those who are below the Nascent Soul stage, there is almost no chance of survival after their physical body is damaged. Because at the moment when the physical body dies, the primordial spirit will be annihilated. If a cultivator has the cultivation level above the Concentration Stage and makes preparations in advance, so that the primordial spirit can escape before the physical body dies, there is still a glimmer of hope. However, the primordial spirit has extremely low survival ability in the outside world and can hardly survive for much time.

After killing Ye Feng, Shi Qianhan took back two spiritual weapons, then slowly walked to him, took away his storage bag and another spiritual weapon scattered on the ground.

At this moment, there was silence on Tianxingzhou again. The monks, including Boss Yuan of Tianxingzhou, all looked at Shi Qianhan with awe, and did not dare to make any abnormal movements.

Finally, Shi Qianhan cleaned up the spoils, glanced over these people, and finally fell on Boss Yuan's face.

"Thank you... Thank you, my kindness, for helping me survive the trouble of sailing on the sky."

Boss Yuan trembled and quickly bowed and saw a few glimmer of hope in his eyes.

From the scene just now, he could see that although Shi Qianhan was bloodthirsty and ruthless, he was not like ordinary demon monks, without any principles.
To be continued...