Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

The speed of the sword blade was beyond description in words. Almost as soon as it flashed out of the clouds in the sky, it was already above Qin Fengming's head.

The most bizarre thing is that during the flight of the sword blade, there was no sound at all, and no strong energy fluctuations flashed. It's as if it's just an illusion and doesn't exist at all.

Faced with such a rapid attack, even a person in the middle or even late stages of divine connection would be able to avoid it only on his fingers.

To be able to sense this attack early, unless Qin Fengming had already locked onto the white cloud above his head in advance.

Is such a thing possible? Is it possible that someone keeps focusing on the white clouds above their head?

The answer should be no. No one can do this all the time. Especially when he had just demonstrated his power and killed a powerful enemy.

But at this time, Qin Fengming was an alien among the impossible.

Not only did he lock the blue sword blade when it flashed out, but when the sword blade struck the top of his head, he waved a treasure-changing ghost refining secret technique.

As his right hand was swung out, a beast's roar resounded. The terrifying monster that had just disappeared reappeared in mid-air.

Amidst the beast's roar, the ferocious monster flew upwards, directly facing the slashing blade.

"Bang!" A muffled sound that seemed to be accompanied by a golden sword resounded, and a three-foot-long slender sword flashing blue light suddenly struck the back of the monster that suddenly appeared.

A blue light bounced away, flashed, and disappeared into the white clouds above again.

"Hmph, who is Qin? It turns out he is from the Dark Palace. I didn't expect that a blue swordsman would take action this time. But judging from the power you have shown, you are just a peak convergence monk. That's it. With your cultivation level, if you want to kill Qin, it’s hard for you to do it.”

Looking up at the white clouds above his head, Qin Fengming's expression did not show too much strangeness. It seemed that the blow just now was not in his eyes at all.

"Junior's methods are really amazing. Even though he was poisoned by the poison that restricted his magic power, he was still able to withstand this attack from me. It seems that Yang Li was injured in your hands, and you brought it on yourself. But at this time, you have no magic power. With this kind of pure soul secret technique, I wonder how many times you can perform this kind of attack."

Following Qin Fengming's words, a voice immediately resounded. This Dark Temple monk has a vicious vision. He knows that Qin Fengming's soul secret technique is terrifying, but it consumes his own soul power extremely.

The old man's voice was ethereal, as if it was close to his ears, yet far away, making it difficult for his consciousness to lock onto it.

Qin Fengming had already seen this kind of weird secret technique before. Therefore, his expression remained calm.

"You will only know how many times you have tried to attack. But now you will no longer have such a chance." Qin Fengming's tone was extremely calm, and there was an intriguing smile on the corners of his mouth. .

As soon as he finished speaking, a cloud of dark mist suddenly appeared on the spot, and a majestic pressure of energy suddenly appeared beside Qin Fengming. At the same time, an extremely cold aura also appeared in the air.

"How is this possible, you...how come there is a person in the middle stage of spiritual connection beside you? I have been with you since I left Black Mist Island, how come you have such a powerful helper by your side. "

An incredible exclamation resounded, as if a monk suddenly appeared on the spot, shocking everyone in the Dark Hall.

The one who appeared was of course He Xuan, who had recovered his physical body.

He Xuan lost his body in the battle with Hai Ming, but after receiving a large amount of elixirs and soul essence from Qin Fengming, He Xuan finally used one of his own secret techniques to re-condensate his body.

The reason why he chose to spend tens or even hundreds of years taking the risk of re-condensing his physical body was to ensure that his own cultivation level would not decline.

Hexuan’s own realm,

It has reached the peak of the early stage of spiritual enlightenment, and there was already a chance to break through.

This time in Black Mist Island, he re-condensed his physical body, and when he and Qin Fengming stayed in that weird illusion for decades, they actually broke through to the middle stage of divine connection in one fell swoop.

Facing the Lingxu Sect monk, Qin Fengming was convinced that he could fight with him without letting He Xuan show up. But at this time, facing a blue swordsman from the Dark Palace, with all his magic power gone, he no longer had much chance of winning.

He Xuan, who was hidden in the black mist, appeared and didn't answer at all.

He opened his mouth, and a bronze mirror appeared in his hand. As the mana surged within his body, a huge bronze mirror floated in the air.

As the majestic energy gathered rapidly, a frightening sound of breaking through the sky suddenly resounded, and a red beam of light shot out from the mist, suddenly shining towards the white clouds in the sky.

The void was distorted by the red light.

Huge and mysterious runes loomed in the red light, and an extremely terrifying and dangerous aura filled the air.

This bronze mirror magic weapon is He Xuan's destiny, and it is also an imitation of a spiritual treasure refined by ancient monks. After Hexuan got it, he regarded it as his destiny and sacrificed it. Although it cannot be compared with other magic weapons, it can be continuously advanced with one's own cultivation level. But when used at this time, it is much more powerful than the natal thing of a monk of the same level.

As long as suitable materials can be found in the future, it does not mean that it cannot be allowed to continue to advance.

Red light lasered, and a huge hole suddenly appeared in the white clouds.

He Xuan's blow did not kill the blue swordsman, but a figure flashed out in Qin Fengming's consciousness.

But just when he was about to lock it, the figure suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Qin Fengming couldn't help but admire the secret skills of the Dark Temple monks. At this moment, his huge spiritual power, comparable to that of a monk at the pinnacle of spiritual communication, was unable to lock it down.

Just when Qin Fengming was stunned, he saw that the crimson light pillar in the air did not dissipate after a single blow, but suddenly swept across the air repeatedly like a huge crimson stick.

In an instant, the huge white clouds in the sky immediately became fragmented.

"Fellow Daoist He, please stop. The Dark Temple monk is too weird and has already escaped." Qin Fengming spoke out as he looked at the clouds and mist swept across by the red beam of light.

"Friend Dark Hall, the person who posted the reward for assassinating Qin has been killed by Qin. I hope this matter will be dropped. Otherwise, if you want to assassinate Qin next time, you must be prepared to die. Prepare."

Although he was not blessed by majestic spiritual power, Qin Fengming's words still spread far.

Facing the entanglement of the Dark Palace, Qin Fengming also had a big headache. This time he could sense danger approaching, probably because he had not relaxed his vigilance after the battle.

If at other times, he was not sure whether he would be able to react the moment the opponent launched the attack.

But what Qin Fengming didn't know was that the assassination targeting him at this time was no longer related to the reward issued by Zhang Aochun. It was an order personally given by a Supreme Ancestor of the Dark Palace.

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