"I won't give him this chance." Qin Tian glared at the person in front of him, his fists clenching. Since he started practicing, he has never had the excitement and pleasure brought by this kind of power.
At this moment, he just wanted to vent the violent power in his body heartily.
"Fight!"
With a low cry in his heart, the tip of the knife in Qin Tian's hand dragged a long spark scratch on the ground, and the surging spiritual energy overflowed in the space.
The black cloak on the cloaked man was tightened against his skin by Qin Tian's aura, and his thin figure was clearly visible.
"How can you reach such heights at your age? Let me see what secrets you hide!"
The man in the cloak waved his sleeves, stretched out his bony right hand with orchid fingers, and faced Qin Tian.
Between his curled thumb and middle finger, a golden light the size of a mung bean shone brightly, instantly attracting the majestic spiritual energy in the space.
"Nianhua Zen." The man in the cloak shouted.
Immediately, under the watchful eyes of Liu Mingshuo and You Jinwei, Qin Tian raised his sword upright in the air with all his strength, jumped up, and aimed at the center of the cloaked man's head, landing on his head.
In an instant, the blade fell directly, and the space buzzed as it was torn apart.
They met on a narrow road, and the orchid finger of the cloaked man came head-on, and the two sides attacked each other head-on.
At this moment, what is unexpected is that the sharp edge landed on the orchid finger and stopped an inch away, unable to advance another half inch.
Time seemed to have stopped. The young man's figure was still hanging high in the sky, his expression was cold, and his unyielding energy was intimidating.
Even though the man in the cloak had rich experience, he was still shocked by Qin Tian's fighting power. The moment he made contact, he felt the anger coming from this young man.
The aura exuded by Qin Tian was slightly better than his. The entire sword aura was like a mountain, making him unable to breathe. His face was flushed from the suffocation. Under the cover of his cloak, no one could see his expression clearly. .
The foothold made a 'bang' sound, and then collapsed in a circular shape with a diameter of two meters.
Immediately afterwards, as Qin Tian continued to exert pressure, the hard ground continued to crack in circular shapes, with diameters of five meters, eight meters, ten meters, twenty meters... thirty meters!
'Bang, bang, bang...'
The explosion on the ground was like thunder, causing eardrum pain.
The cloaked man gritted his teeth and sunk his feet ten inches into the ground. In a hurry, his body released a strong spiritual energy on the trembling orchid fingers. In an instant, the golden light in his fingers burst out.
Sensing that the opponent was releasing a large amount of spiritual energy, Qin Tian's expression changed, he jumped and rolled in the air, put the tip of the knife against the opponent's throat and stabbed him.
Without the pressure on his head, the man in the cloak suddenly felt extremely relaxed. Facing the new round of offensive, he hurriedly used his breath to shatter the soil around the sunken soles of his feet, and then stamped the ground with his soles, and his whole body moved backwards. Tilt back quickly.
Qin Tian refused to give in. As he flew away, the tip of the knife in his hand was pressed forward less than three inches from his throat.
But the speed of the opponent's back was not weaker than his own. This time, the cloaked man became a little passive. Just one mistake could kill him without a burial place.
Others might have been confused by this dangerous situation, but the man in the cloak was not an ordinary person.
The man in the cloak snorted and stamped his feet on the ground again. Suddenly, his body was as light as a sparrow and jumped high into the air. Under everyone's gaze, a pair of golden wings suddenly spread out on his back.
"Strong King of Martial Arts?" Liu Mingshuo hugged Liu Mingzong's somewhat cold body and looked at the sky with his eyes wrinkled in shock.
Not far away, Youjinwei was still breathing heavily, but he was much better than before, but it was impossible to think of anything else to do.
Now, he has very little spiritual energy left in his body. He has no chance of winning even against Liu Mingshuo, who has turned Martial Spirit. However, the appearance of this cloaked man gives him hope of completing the mission, and he can't help but draw a smile at the corner of his mouth. Weird smile.
The sudden scene shocked everyone present.
Everyone in the world knows that only strong men like King Wu and above can gather wings to fly freely in the air. This is an eternal law, and even Qin Tian understands it.
The moment he saw the opponent's air wings appear, his heart skipped a beat, and chills spread throughout his body from his bones.
"Look at your potential, where did that domineering attitude just now go?" Yu Chen sensed the change in the young man's mood and laughed at Qin Tian angrily, then said, "Don't worry, these wings are just a flying martial art." , it’s not what you think at all, pay attention to his martial spirit aura, and besides, don’t you think his wings are much smaller?”
To be honest, the moment he saw these golden wings appear, Qin Tian felt as if he had been shocked by electricity.
He has experienced the terror of the strong King of Martial Arts. When he was chased by his grandfather, he could tear people into pieces with just a single palm strike. When a strong person with the martial spirit level faced a strong King of Martial Arts, it was simply a fight. Lantern to the toilet!
However, now that Yu Chen said it, he really discovered a lot of clues.
First, the aura of the opponent's sixth-level martial spirit has not changed much at all, which means that his strength is still at the sixth-level realm.
Second, when Liu Yunfei unfolded his green wings, compared with this one, one was dazzling and bright, like an eagle spreading its wings, while the other was stingy, and the golden light seemed to have been dusty for a long time. The gold is covered with dust and no longer as bright as before.
Then there is the comparison of size. The wings condensed by this flying martial arts are more than half smaller than the wings of the strong martial king.
Qin Tian laughed sheepishly in his heart, feeling a little embarrassed after someone saw through his thoughts.
Indeed, in that second, he had already thought of an escape route. However, according to Qin Tian's character, when the time came, he would not necessarily abandon his two uncles and escape alone. This was not his nature.
"I was shocked. If the King of Martial Arts is really strong, then I can only ask Master to take action!"
Qin Tian stamped his feet and looked up at the tall man in a bamboo hat. His lifeless wings had no life at all, giving him a very depressing atmosphere.
"Humph, boy, how does it feel to look up?" the cloaked man asked proudly.
"In front of me, you always lower your head when talking to me. What do you think?" Qin Tian replied with a smile.
"You are so quick with your tongue, try the power of my 'Nianhua Zen'!"
