Five thousand nine hundred and tenth chapter fell to the ground
Qin Fengming was lying on the cold ground, his body still trembling and stiff, as if his body was undergoing some kind of unspeakable erosion, making him unable to control his body and make any movements.
Facing several Qingyou short blades that were fired at him again, there was no sign of vigilance in his eyes, and he did not make any dodge movements.
All he could do was watch with eyes full of horror as the short blades approached and touched his body, and then the cold sharp blades sank into his body and disappeared without a trace.
Those sharp blades were so sharp that they completely ignored Qin Fengming's body-protecting aura. Even Qin Fengming's tough body could not stop them at all.
The sharp blades were extremely capable of cutting. Qin Fengming's body, which could withstand powerful attacks from Xuan-level monks, was easily broken into small holes by the touch of the short blades.
Sharp blades shot into the room and disappeared instantly.
No blood flowed out from the damaged areas, and even the small openings healed instantly. Even if you look at it, you can no longer see that it was cut with a sharp blade.
As the sharp blade entered his body, Qin Fengming felt strands of cold soul energy.
The soul energy was filled with mysterious runes. There was no knife-like feeling. What I felt was a cold soul energy rushing straight into the sea of consciousness. In an instant, it entered the sea of consciousness wrapped in a group of strange runes.
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Of course Zihao knew how powerful his magical power was.
As long as the attack hits the opponent, no Xuan-level monk can resist.
But with the lessons learned from the past clearly in his mind, Zihao didn't want to make the same mistake as Qin Fengming and Fairy Yaoluo. Therefore, after seeing Qin Fengming falling to the ground, he still didn't take it lightly. He immediately activated several sharp blades again and shot out, slashing at the target.
On top of Qin Fengming's body.
"Ah, fellow Daoist Qin was captured by Zihao!"
Among the crowd in Mo Ye, several exclamations suddenly rang out at the same time Qin Fengming fell to the ground.
Almost all the monks, including Mo Ye, did not believe what was happening in front of them.
Qin Fengming's strength and adaptability were admired by everyone who often faced the mastiff beast and vine demon. The attacks transformed by the sword energy shocked everyone.
But even in such a situation, Zihao easily shot him down on the ground. How could this not shock everyone?
It's just that although Mo Ye's expression changed slightly, the shock in his eyes suddenly faded away.
A sound of exclamation rang out from the mouth, and a delicate body shot out, turned into a pink mist, and went directly towards the scene of the battle.
The person who set off quickly was none other than Fairy Yaoluo. Naturally, she wanted to step forward to rescue Qin Fengming.
"No! The place ahead is dangerous, don't go there." However, just when Fairy Yaoluo was about to go to rescue Qin Fengming, a low shout suddenly sounded behind her.
The voice sounded, and a figure came first to block Fairy Yaoluo. It was Mo Ye.
"Why do you want to stop me? Fellow Daoist Qin is extremely important to our mission, how can we not save him?" Suddenly seeing Mo Ye blocking her, Fairy Yaoluo immediately showed a cold look in her eyes and said in a cold voice.
As the words came out of his mouth, the two jade hands were raised, and two strong winds suddenly appeared, and the two palm prints touched the body of Mo Ye who suddenly appeared in front of him.
"Bang! Bang!" There were two muffled sounds, and Fairy Yaoluo's two palm prints directly hit Mo Ye.
Fairy Yaoluo certainly knows the preciousness of time at this moment.
If she could get close immediately, she might be able to prevent Zihao from completely capturing Qin Fengming. As long as there was a glimmer of hope, it would be worth the risk.
There was a banging sound, and Mo Ye's body only shook slightly twice, and was not blown away by the huge palm force at all.
Just when Fairy Yaoluo's eyes widened, shock and anger emerged on her cold face, and she was about to attack again, Mo Ye's words rang out again:
"Has the fairy forgotten the danger that Qingbo and others were in when they entered the place ahead? Everyone was restrained, can the fairy break the restrictions set by fellow Taoist Qin?"
Mo Ye shouted loudly, and at the same time, a sound transmission also entered the ears of Fairy Yaoluo.
When the sound reached his ears, the action he was about to perform again suddenly stopped.
Everyone present only saw Mo Ye ducking to stop Fairy Yaoluo and shouting at the same time, but no one saw Mo Ye's message.
"What the Demon Commander said is true. There must still be a forbidden aura in the place ahead. Even if we go forward, we will definitely not be Zihao's opponent. Zihao's body is like a ghost, but he is not affected by the aura in that forbidden area."
Seeing Fairy Yaoluo stop, Shao Hong's words also sounded behind her.
Everyone was speechless. Everyone knew that what Mo Ye and Shao Hong said was very reasonable, so they all remained silent for a moment.
Everyone present looked at the handsome young man floating in the air in the distance, with fear in their eyes. Even the monks from the Qingbo Kaiyang Land had strange expressions on their faces.
Among the people's expressions, no one showed any joy at Zi Hao's terrifying strength.
The unfamiliarity with Zihao's appearance at this time made everyone extremely uneasy. Although everyone did not have much contact with Zihao, they had met him several times. Qingbo directly led Zihao and knew him well.
Other monks.
But for Zihao at this time, Qingbo felt a deep sense of strangeness, extremely strange.
The beautiful female cultivator standing next to Qingbo at this moment also had hesitation in her eyes. He never thought that the young man who had easily dodged Zihao's attack just now would actually lose his alertness this time, making him
The opponent's attack hit the body.
At this time, among the dozens of monks present at the scene, it can be said that apart from Zihao, it was the female monk named Fairy Yingyi who knew about the divine being Zihao.
The Evil Shadow Phantom Dafa is not only an extremely superb escaping magical power, but also a terrifyingly powerful attacking magical power. And the attack method used by Zihao at this moment is only the second level of this magical power.
That's all.
Fairy Yingyi didn't know whether Zihao, the third level of magical power, could use it at this moment. But just this second level of magical power was enough to make her fearful.
Because this magical power can not only make the monk's body move quickly, but also its attacks are silent and extremely difficult to defend against.
There is no doubt that this magical power is powerful, but there is one shortcoming, that is, to use this magical power, you need to use the terrifying vitality of heaven and earth. At the same time, to operate this magical power, you need a certain amount of time to cast it.
Fairy Yingyi was convinced that if she were to face Zihao at this moment, other than not allowing him to perform spells from the beginning, she really couldn't imagine any other way to confront Zihao who had inspired his magical powers.
At this moment, Qin Fengming was captured by Zihao in an instant, and Fairy Yingyi suddenly showed a sense of regret and disappointment in her eyes.
But as soon as this expression appeared, she quickly restrained it. Her expression recovered and became calm again.
"Ah, it's impossible..."
Just when Fairy Yingyi suppressed the turmoil in her heart and once again locked her consciousness on where Zihao was in the distance, an exclamation suddenly sounded in the distance.
The exclamation was made by a male cultivator. His voice was full of disbelief and instantly spread to the ears of all the cultivators present.
The words of exclamation started, but before he finished speaking, a scream sounded on the spot.
Along with the exclamation, a ball of blood, followed by a roar, suddenly appeared in everyone's consciousness.
