Qin Jiuyin felt a chill running through his body, and a fierce murderous aura rushed towards him. It was as if he was standing in the stormy waves, unable to move at all, and the murderous aura was completely locked.
Feng Ziyue faced the wall for five years and created the second heavy sword style of the Sword God Technique.
Kill one person in ten steps!
This is a killing sword move that he created after fifteen years of killing, condensing his murderous aura, and several more years of accumulation!
Behind him, a murderous aura as solid as substance was condensed and gathered on the tip of the sword. The enemy in front of him was locked by the mighty murderous aura. If he was timid, he would wet his pants on the spot. Even if he could support it, he would not have the will to do so.
Captured by the power of the sword, there is no way to escape from this boundless killing array.
Qin Jiuyin was sweating profusely, and the sweat on his forehead flowed into the corners of his eyes. He was sore, but he didn't even dare to blink.
He looked at the boy opposite him again. Where was the fourteen-year-old boy who was seriously injured and dying? He was clearly the God of Death who had cut his way through a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!
Feng Ziyue is only fourteen years old, how could he have so much blood on his hands?
"Hallucination...this must be a hallucination!"
Qin Jiuyin looked like he was crazy, waving his hands wildly, and the Xuan Bing Yin evil force rushed up, trying to clear his mind.
But to no avail.
No matter what he did, the substantial murderous aura in front of him did not disappear at all. Instead, it enveloped him, making him feel as cold as standing naked in the snow for nine cold days.
Fear occupied his mind. This was not fear of the strength of his opponent, but a simple fear of death.
Feng Ziyue's ten steps to kill one person brought with it a strong aura of death, like hell! This sword was the sublimation of his lifelong murderous aura. If it weren't for his state of mind at that time, he would never have been able to create such a cruel and tragic sword.
Although there are still flaws in the use at this time, in the face of his overwhelming murderous intent, Qin Jiuyin's cultivation level is impossible to escape.
What about the warrior realm?
When he met Feng Ziyue, who was fighting to the death, he couldn't resist at all.
Qin Jiuyin was dripping with cold sweat, but his feet seemed to be rooted, unable to move even half a step. Under the pressure of the boundless murderous aura, he did not have the courage to resist. He only had one thought in his mind, which was to run away.
Unfortunately, those legs and feet refused to obey his orders.
"You...who...are you?"
Qin Jiuyin's lips trembled as he struggled to spit out this question. He didn't believe that the person in front of him was the useless bastard of the Feng family, the little guy he had watched grow up in the past few years.
He can't be so strong!
How could a young man who had lost 90% of his life due to the backlash of mysterious energy when he broke through to the warrior realm, trap a veteran who had been in the warrior realm for many years with just one sword?
It's a crazy world!
"I am Feng Ziyue, Xue'er's brother." Feng Ziyue replied calmly. As the sword reached its peak, his face became as pale as paper, without a trace of blood, but his expression remained calm as usual.
"If you dare to harm my sister, I will never allow you to live in this world!"
His physical condition did not allow him to use this sword, but at this moment, his strong spirit defeated his weak body and was strong enough to support this shocking sword.
The target is Qin Jiuyin’s life!
"Let... let me go!" Qin Jiuyin felt death approaching, with a look of fear on his face, "I don't dare to do it anymore... I will run away now, and I will never offend you brothers and sisters again...
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If he had known that Feng Ziyue was so crazy, he would never have revealed his identity easily. But who would have expected that this kid would go crazy when he was breaking through to the warrior realm and be able to issue such a killing sword?
This is simply not in line with common sense in martial arts!
Feng Ziyue slowly shook his head, "Doctor Qin, it's too late to beg for mercy now!"
How could he let the tiger return to the mountain and let this insidious demon escape? The memory of the previous life was still vivid in his mind. The cold face of his sister who died with fear had come back to him in his dreams many times in the middle of the night. In this life, he would never allow this nightmare to happen again.
"Your sister has a special talent. Even if I don't take action, someone will sooner or later do it. You can save her once, but you can't save her for the rest of her life!"
Desperate Qin Jiuyin shouted crazily, "How can a three-year-old child not be greedy when he is holding gold in the market? The Xuanyin Qi in Feng Xueer's body can help people who practice cold-attribute evil skills improve one or two realms."
Although you have cultivation, but have no ability to protect yourself, aren't you just like a kid walking around on the road with gold?
Feng Ziyue smiled coldly, "You don't need to worry about this!"
He took a deep breath, and the tip of the sword in his hand began to tremble rapidly, turning into a mist of sword light.
"My sister, I will protect you!"
In an instant, the sword light surged and enveloped Qin Jiuyin's body. He didn't see how fast the sword was, but Qin Jiuyin's expression suddenly became stiff, his eyes were dull, and he was motionless, as if he had lost everything in that moment.
Got the soul.
In the blink of an eye, the sword light was extinguished, and the murderous aura that filled the sky disappeared.
Quietness returned to the valley. Xue'er was holding Snowball and standing in a daze. She saw her brother and Dr. Qin standing face to face, both of them frozen. No one spoke or made any movement.
"elder brother!"
She called out anxiously, not knowing what the outcome of the battle between her brother and Dr. Qin would be.
At this time, a small cracking sound was heard, a breeze blew by, and Qin Jiuyin's body fell down. During the fall, it continued to fall apart and turned into clouds of red mist.
Dissipated into nothingness in the wind.
Qin Jiuyin will never exist in the world again.
Feng Ziyue said that he was going to be cut into ten thousand pieces. This ten-step sword move to kill a person was triggered, and he was cut into dust all over the sky. Not just ten thousand pieces?
Xue'er covered her mouth in surprise. The scene in front of her was terrifying and strange. If her brother hadn't been standing there, she would have cried out immediately.
But Feng Ziyue turned his head and smiled at her, still as gentle as usual.
In the past few days, her brother has become calm and decisive. He is very different from the brother Xueer knew in daily life, but when he smiles, she still feels warm in her heart.
"Xue'er, it's okay..."
His body suddenly swayed, and his complexion turned an unhealthy light golden color. Finally, he couldn't hold back the blood in his chest, and spurted out from between his teeth and lips.
Blood kept pouring out of his ears and nose, and the white clothes on his body were quickly stained with blood.
"clang!"
Feng Ziyue's weak palm could no longer hold the sword. With a crisp sound, the iron sword fell to the ground and hit a piece of hard granite, sending up a cloud of sparks.
"Brother!" Xue'er shouted in panic. Feng Ziyue closed his eyes and saw darkness. His knees weakened and he fell into the dust.