Chen Tianming suddenly vomited blood in his mouth, and at the same time, he felt the breath of life passing away rapidly.
"Haha...Chen Tianming, I told you to be arrogant, now you know how powerful I am!" Qi Tian's sinister smile contained a hint of pride.
Although he had been humiliated for a moment by imitating a dog barking, his plot was successful, and for him, everything was worth it.
In Qi Tian's view, Chen Tianming was stabbed by Yin and Yang and could never survive again.
"Qitian, you cunning and despicable villain, I'm going to kill you..." Before Chen Tianming could finish his words, he vomited blood again.
Qi Tian smiled and said: "Chen Tianming, you should just wait for death. You were stabbed by Yin and Yang, and you will never have the chance to kill me again."
"You will definitely die today."
"The Dragon King's inheritance will be mine, hahaha..."
Boo hoo hoo——
At this moment, Chen Tianming's body suddenly surged with majestic sword energy, and his whole body seemed to have turned into a divine sword.
"Um?"
Qi Tian's expression changed slightly, and he felt a little incredible: "How can you still activate the sword energy after being stabbed by Yin and Yang?"
at this time--
Clang!
Chen Tianming's figure was like the wind, and he slashed towards Qi Tian with a sword.
"No..." Qi Tian had no time to dodge, and the sword fell on his head.
Suddenly, Qitian's head split in half from the center of his eyebrows, revealing a soul.
I saw a big crack appeared on his soul, and liquid flowed out.
"ah……"
Qitian screamed pitifully, and his soul suffered heavy losses.
"Boom!"
After Chen Tianming's blow, he knelt down on one knee. He noticed that not only was his life breath passing away rapidly, but his cultivation level was also rapidly declining.
The peak of spirituality, the middle stage of spirituality...
The first state of spiritual enlightenment!
"Chen Tianming, even if I die, you won't survive." Qitian Yuanshen said with a ferocious face: "You will be like Xiao Yichen, dying without a burial place."
"A mere yin-yang thorn can't kill me." Chen Tianming quickly took out a bright red elixir.
As soon as this elixir was taken out, the fragrance of the magical elixir spread out, refreshing the heart and mind. Just one sniff made people feel ecstasy.
Qi Tian saw at a glance that the elixir in Chen Tianming's hand had nine elixir lines.
"Holy elixir... no, this is the best holy elixir refined with magic medicine!" When Qi Tian exclaimed, Chen Tianming took the elixir.
In an instant, the majestic medicinal power entered the body and spread to the eight extraordinary meridians. Chen Tianming's passing life breath quickly stopped. Not only that, his state was also stabilized.
At this time, his cultivation level had dropped to a great level, from the peak of divine connection to the peak of Nascent Soul.
"boom!"
Chen Tianming stood up and pulled out the yin-yang thorn inserted in his abdomen, filled with murderous aura.
"Qitian, you didn't expect that I could still survive after being hit by a yin-yang thorn."
Chen Tianming's eyes were sharper than the blade of a knife, and he cursed: "Although my life has been saved, my cultivation has declined."
"Qitian, you know, just a yin-yang thorn like this made me fall to a huge level."
"But it doesn't matter. As long as I get the Dragon King's inheritance, I can restore my cultivation. I won't give you any chance again."
Chen Tianming hated Qi Tian to death.
If Qi Tian hadn't plotted against him, he would have become a saint immediately after receiving the Dragon King's inheritance. But now, even if he gets the Dragon King's inheritance, he can only return to the peak of divine connection.
It can be said that Qitian prevented him from becoming a saint.
Although Chen Tianming's cultivation has fallen to the peak of Yuanying, he is still a genius. Wisps of murderous aura radiate from his body, making people feel like they have fallen into an ice cellar.
He stepped towards Qi Tian.
This time, what he held in his hand was not a long sword, but a yin-yang thorn.
"Qitian, go to hell!"
Chen Tianming swung out the yin and yang thorns and stabbed Qitian's damaged soul.
"Stop!" At this moment, a sharp shout suddenly sounded.
Chen Tianming paused and looked up.
The next moment, two figures were seen walking out of the cave, it was Ye Qiu and Master Changmei.
"What, you are not dead?"
Chen Tianming was startled.
Qitian also saw Ye Qiu and Changmei Zhenren. He was stunned at first, and then overjoyed.
"Junior brother, save me." Qi Tian shouted.
"Chen Tianming, please don't hurt my senior brother." While speaking, Ye Qiu picked up the blood bead from the ground.
Chen Tianming raised his eyebrows and shouted: "Dragon Bodhisattva, put down the Dragon King's inheritance."
Ye Qiu ignored Chen Tianming and strode forward, saying as he walked: "Chen Tianming, put down the yin and yang thorns."
"I told you to put down the Dragon King inheritance, did you hear me?" Chen Tianming shouted: "Otherwise, be careful I will tear you into pieces."
Although Chen Tianming's cultivation level had declined, he could see at a glance that "Dragon Bodhisattva" was just the peak of the cave world.
There was a huge difference in cultivation between the two, and Chen Tianming didn't take the "Dragon Bodhisattva" seriously at all.
In fact, in his heart, he had already sentenced the "Dragon Bodhisattva" to death.
He wants to kill Qitian and the "Dragon Bodhisattva", and will never let the people of the Yin and Yang Sect live.
Ye Qiu kept approaching and shouted: "Chen Tianming, are you deaf? I want you to put down the yin and yang thorns immediately."
"Hmph." Chen Tianming snorted coldly: "Who do you think you are, and you're the one to yell at me?"
"I will kill Qi Tian now, and then I will kill you."
When Chen Tianming finished speaking, he waved the yin-yang thorn again and stabbed Qi Tian's soul.
If he were stabbed this time, Qi Tian would definitely die.
As he watched, the yin and yang thorns were getting closer and closer to Qitian's soul. Suddenly, Chen Tianming felt his eyes flash, and then his hands became empty.
Immediately, he saw "Dragon Bodhisattva" standing in front of Qitian Yuanshen, holding the Yin-Yang Thorn in his hand.
"What a fast pace."
Chen Tianming's heart sank, and he was a little surprised at the speed of "Dragon Bodhisattva". He did not expect that "Dragon Bodhisattva" actually snatched the Yin-Yang Thorn from his hand.
Qitian laughed heartily when he saw this scene.
"Chen Tianming, my junior brother is here, you can't kill me." Qi Tian said excitedly: "Chen Tianming, when I go back to recover from my injuries, I will definitely kill you another day."
"Junior brother, let's go!"
Qi Tian did not dare to stay here. His soul was injured. In his opinion, his junior brother's cultivation level was not as good as Chen Tianming's. If they got entangled with him, they would still be in danger.
However, Ye Qiu didn't seem to hear his words and stood motionless, staring at Chen Tianming.
"Chen Tianming, who do you think you are? You actually want to kill Qi Tian. Are you worthy?" Ye Qiu's voice changed: "I want Qi Tian's life!"
puff--
Ye Qiu turned around quickly and swung the Yin Yang Thorn forward, piercing Qi Tian's soul.
"Ah..." Qi Tian screamed, his eyes widened, he looked at Ye Qiu in disbelief, and asked: "Junior brother, why? Why do you do this to me?"
Ye Qiu smiled coldly: "I am not your junior brother."
"You are not my junior brother?" Qi Tian asked sharply: "Then who are you?"
Ye Qiu took off his disguise, revealed his true face, and said with a smile: "Qi Tian, open your dog eyes and take a look."
