"I am the quasi-eldest son of the Seven Kills Palace, you can call me Han Ming."
The young man in black still had a strange smile on his pale and gloomy face, but his eyes shone with a cold light, which was a bit scary.
"Is something wrong?"
Chen Feng was not surprised at all. After all, he could infer from the other party's clothes that he was most likely from the Seven Kills Hall, but he didn't know exactly who it was.
What's more, it's not surprising that the other party's body skills are so superb and he ranks among the quasi-eldest disciples.
"Chen Feng, not long ago I witnessed with my own eyes a good show in which fellow sect members killed each other. What do you think would happen if this spread to the ears of other sect members, or even back to the sect?" Han Ming looked strange.
Smiling.
"The story is very good." Chen Feng's expression did not change at all, and he said calmly: "But there is no need to tell it again next time."
"Hehehehe..." Han Ming suddenly laughed strangely: "Interesting, interesting. I didn't expect that the Heaven-Defying Mortal Body of the Huntian Sect would be such an interesting person. Do you want to deny it?"
"Whether you admit it or not, how will you treat me?" Chen Feng asked.
"Even if the quasi-sect disciple kills three true heirs of the same sect, there will be no good end." Han Ming still smiled strangely and said: "If you want me not to tell anyone, you can, you have to agree to three conditions."
"It's easy to say." Chen Feng suddenly chuckled, and then took a step forward like a leisurely stroll: "Don't mention three conditions, even thirty conditions...three hundred conditions are not impossible to agree to."
With that said, Chen Feng took two more steps.
The man suddenly stood up, his eyes instantly became extremely cold and sharp, and a wisp of murderous intent burst out.
The body swept sideways, the speed was pushed to the extreme, and the Liushang Sword was unsheathed in an instant. The extremely sharp and domineering Huntian Sword Power was condensed on the sword, and it was pushed and exploded by the power of its own tyrannical body.
The ultimate murderous intention fell directly on Han Ming.
The first form of the absolute sword!
The sword never comes back!
On Han Ming's pale and gloomy face, the weird smile suddenly solidified. He felt the terrifying and extremely cold murderous intent coming over him, and only then did he understand how terrifying the power of that sword was.
In front of that sword, I couldn't help but feel that there was no way to dodge.
It seems impossible to resist.
Once struck, he will be killed instantly.
Only then did Han Ming realize that this so-called mortal body could really defy the heavens.
You must know that he is a top holy level supernatural being.
Isn't it true that a mortal body that can compete with the top saint-level gods is not heaven-defying?
There are so many living creatures in this world, countless of them, and those with innate powers are only a very small part of them, not even one in a hundred thousand.
And those who possess top-notch holy-level supernatural beings are unique among all kinds of innate supernatural beings.
In other words, among the top ten forces, each recruits tens of thousands of new disciples every year, and those with supernatural powers are only dozens to hundreds. These are selected from ten times or even more times the number of people.
There are only a handful of saint-level supernatural beings.
A thin wisp of sword light struck straight at him, and the sky and the earth were clearly separated. Only one sword light was extremely bright, taking away all the brilliance.
Han Ming was frightened, and his originally erratic figure was as hazy and psychedelic as smoke, and he instantly retreated.
The sword light slashed through, directly cutting off the hazy psychedelic smoke.
However, Han Ming had already flown back several meters to avoid the strike of the sword. However, the sharp edge less than half a meter away made Han Ming tremble with fear.
"Chen Feng, you can't kill me." Han Ming's figure has turned into a black shadow, erratic like a ghost, and fled away at an astonishing speed, but the dark and cold voice seemed to be transmitted in a concentrated manner.
Come over: "Remember, you owe me three conditions. If you don't accept them, you will know the consequences yourself."
With that said, Han Ming had already fled away.
Chen Feng sheathed his sword and did not pursue him. His speed was beyond his own reach.
He just frowned slightly, but he didn't expect that his unexpected first sword move would fail.
"It seems that even after I have pushed through the eleventh transformation of the body training, this body's strength is still not enough." Chen Feng couldn't help but secretly said.
If he was truly invincible to the eleventh transformation of the body training, then Han Ming would never be able to avoid that sword strike just now.
With one sword, there is death but no life.
Even if Qi Shadian is best at body skills, it is the same.
"However, I feel that my understanding of the first form of the Absolute Sword has reached a critical juncture. If I can understand it, there will definitely be a qualitative change."
Unfortunately, this place is not suitable for deep meditation, so I can only put it down for now.
"But Han Ming is a trouble..."
Chen Feng's thoughts changed and he thought secretly.
No matter what the reason was, Ye Yunqi's three true disciples eventually died under his own sword.
If this matter is reported to the Huntian Sect, even if he is a quasi-sect disciple, he will never end well.
Killing fellow disciples is the most taboo thing.
Unless, no one knows, or there is no evidence to prove it.
"Next time, Han Ming must be killed."
Putting aside his thoughts, Chen Feng continued to move forward and continued to search for the holy elixir of longevity.
Qianlong Valley doesn't look particularly big, but the hidden realm of Qianlong it contains seems to be a world of its own, very vast.
In the blink of an eye, another half day passed.
Chen Feng found some more elixirs, including not only top-grade elixirs, but also top-grade elixirs.
However, there are no elixirs above the best.
And also experienced some life and death fights.
One by one, powerful enemies died under his own sword.
There are people from Tianbing Sect, people from Juejian Palace and Tiandao Sect, and even people from Tianyuan Holy Land.
Kill the enemies and devour the gods.
Chen Feng also received some benefits.
His strength and foundation are 50% stronger than before entering the Qianlong Secret Realm.
The increase from the previous 30% to 50% does not seem to be very big, but Chen Feng is sure to kill Han Ming by surprise.
After repeated battles, Chen Feng's strength was consumed a lot, and he had to stop and recover.
Fortunately, with the fourth level of the Huntian Sword Body as the foundation, the recovery speed of the Huntian Sword's energy was astonishing, and with the help of the Divine Ruins of Creation in refining the elixir, all the consumed energy was recovered in just a quarter of an hour.
"Chen Feng, I finally met you."
An arrogant and cold voice echoed through the air, and it seemed a bit familiar.
Chen Feng immediately looked back.
Li Wuji, Zhao Kuang and a young man with long blue hair and a blue robe were seen walking quickly.
Chen Feng's eyes passed directly over Li Wuji and Zhao Kuang and landed on the young man with long blue hair and blue robe. The long blue hair fluttered with his steps, like a long river falling down from the world, and seemed to contain an inexplicable power.
.
Chen Feng's pupils shrank unconsciously.
This person... is one of the candidates for the Holy Son of Tianyuan Holy Land. He is a disciple of the previous generation, Lan Junhe, who possesses the top holy level Tianhe bloodline and has a cultivation level as high as the Twelve Transformations of Body Forging.
Lan Junhe puts his hands on his back. When he walks, he feels like he is stepping on the water, giving him a light and flowing feeling.
His handsome face had an expression that was half-smiling, and his pair of deep eyes fell on Chen Feng, which actually brought a kind of substantial pressure to Chen Feng.
"Senior Brother Lan, this person is Chen Feng, the quasi-eldest son of the Huntian Sect." Li Wuji immediately raised his hands to Lan Junhe and said: "Last time, I was defeated by this man's sword, this time I will defeat him with my own hands and kill him.
Please allow me, Senior Brother Lan."
"Yes." Lan Junhe still put his hands behind his back and nodded imperceptibly.
That indifferent look, as if judgment dominates everything.
"Chen Feng, last time you beat me with a sword, this time, I will win it back." Li Wuji immediately shouted at Chen Feng, still so arrogant: "And, I will kill you here, take the move.
"
After the words fell, Li Wuji exhaled a black light from his hands, and a black spear suddenly appeared.
The energy of the eleven physical transformations surged out of his body, and his skin turned into a bronze color, which was much deeper than a few months ago. It was obvious that his cultivation level had improved a lot, and then, he was dressed in black.
The power of fire also broke out without reservation, covering the whole body and quickly flowing towards the black spear.
An astonishing scorching heat immediately spread in all directions, and the open space within a few meters seemed to be burned and distorted.
The temperature is much stronger than it was a few months ago.
It is enough to show that Li Wuji has developed his own supernatural potential more deeply in the past few months.
boom!
Li Wuji, who had inspired all the power, his eyes seemed to be condensed with black flames. Without any hesitation, he completely exploded. His whole body was like a black fire meteor that streaked across a distance of more than ten meters, and his gun carried unparalleled murderous intent.