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"Hmph, a mere foundation-building monk has a powerful talisman. With Huang's vigilance, how can he still go up to heaven?"
The gloomy old man surnamed Huang didn't take the monk surnamed Lin's words to heart. He snorted lightly and continued to approach Qin Fengming without stopping.
When the old man surnamed Liu saw this, a cold light flashed in his eyes, but he did not say anything to stop him.
Facing the nine late-stage pill-forming monks, if he were an ordinary foundation-building peak cultivator, he might be too weak to control himself at this time. Just the powerful spiritual pressure of the nine late-stage pill-forming monks might make it difficult for the foundation-building monk to surrender completely. Raise the slightest sense of resistance
Although Qin Fengming acted extremely frightened at this time and his face was bloodless, he was not less afraid of the overwhelming pressure of so many Chengdan monks.
Qin Fengming's spiritual power at this time is so powerful that it is comparable to that of a monk in the late stage of Chengdan. If only in terms of spiritual power, Qin Fengming is basically at the same level as the nine people in front of him.
Seeing an old man with a gloomy face approaching, Qin Fengming became even more frightened. His legs were shaking as if he might collapse to the ground at any time.
"Senior...Senior, wait a minute. Later...Senior...Junior has something to say."
"Huh, what do you have to say? You can tell me later when I capture you."
After hearing Qin Fengming's words that were almost pleading, the old man named Huang showed an indifferent expression. He did not stop at all and continued to approach Qin Fengming.
Although the old man surnamed Huang showed great disdain in his words, he was very cautious in his heart. The fact that two monks of the same rank in Xueyu Mountain could praise the young monk in front of them so highly shows that they must have some tricks.
The old man named Huang was already less than a hundred feet away from Qin Fengming. Although he didn't move very fast, it didn't take long to reach less than fifty feet away from Qin Fengming.
Above this distance, it is the best distance for foundation-building monks to fight. However, it seems too close to Chengdan monks.
A foundation-building monk who drives a spiritual weapon can only transform it into a giant of five or six feet. But the magic weapon of a monk who becomes an alchemy can be transformed into a giant of more than ten feet with the injection of its huge spiritual power.
If two magic weapons collide in the air, the huge energy impact will make it difficult for monks standing thirty or forty feet away to stabilize their bodies. Therefore, Chengdan monks need to be at least seventy or eighty feet away from each other to fight.
At this time, the old man named Huang did not regard the young monk in front of him as a rival of the same level.
Although the other party may be the young master of Manghuang Mountain and may have a powerful high-level talisman, with the confidence of a monk at the peak of Chengdan, Qin Fengming still does not take it into consideration.
At this time, Qin Fengming also knew that the matter was already difficult to resolve. The other party had no intention of letting him go. But if he wanted to fight the other party head-on, even if Qin Fengming had ten more courages, he would not be able to think of it.
Seeing the old man surnamed Huang on the opposite side approaching him step by step, Qin Fengming's mind raced rapidly, looking for a chance of survival.
As the opponent approached, Qin Fengming gritted his teeth and waved his hand, sacrificing a spear and a top-level spiritual weapon.
In a flash, a fiery red spear several feet long was spread out in the air, wrapped in red light, and shot towards the old man named Huang.
"Hahaha, you are indeed a foundation-building monk. You think that a mere top-notch spiritual weapon can stop me."
The old man surnamed Huang saw the young monk opposite offering a top-notch spiritual weapon. There was no change in his face. He laughed, raised his hand, a black light flashed, and a black sword energy shot out from his hand.
With a "bang", Qin Fengming's seemingly powerful red-fire top-level spiritual weapon was broken with one blow. Under the flash of red light, the red light disappeared, and the two remaining pieces of the gun fell into the hot lava below.
Seeing the spiritual energy that the opponent casually shot out, he destroyed one of his top spiritual weapons. Qin Fengming's face suddenly turned pale, and in a hurry, he waved dozens of talismans.
"Whoosh~whoosh~~"
A series of piercing sounds immediately sounded, and he flew straight ahead from the approaching old man.
"Hahaha, the top spiritual weapon just now made me destroy it. How can the ice needle charm be used for anything? The power of this ice needle is not small. Each ice needle is not much weaker than a full blow of a top spiritual weapon. This is a bit interesting.”
Dozens of ice needles suddenly appeared in front of the old man surnamed Huang. He didn't pay much attention at first, but when he felt the huge fluctuations of spiritual power released from the ice needles, the old man surnamed Huang couldn't help but sigh.
Although the old man named Cheng Dan was a little surprised by the power released by the ice needles, he still made no move at all. His bright eyes were watching the dozens of ice needles flying towards him, and his expression did not change at all.
"Pah~pah~~"
A series of explosions sounded, and dozens of ice needles hit the protective aura in front of the old man named Huang.
Dozens of ice needles that seemed to have considerable power actually dissipated one after another in front of the protective aura of the old man surnamed Huang, as if they were suddenly met with fire.
"Haha, junior, what high-level talismans do you have? Use it quickly, otherwise I will capture you soon, and it will be too late to regret it." The figure of the old man surnamed Huang had already stood still and stopped moving forward.
Although he didn't know what high-level talismans the young man opposite had in his hands, he was extremely experienced in fighting. He knew that he could only dodge the high-level talismans fired by the opponent at a distance of forty feet.
Seeing this situation, Qin Fengming was even more frightened to the extreme. Facing a monk at the peak of Chengdan, Qin Fengming knew that even sacrificing a magic weapon would not help.
The foundation-building monk used his magic weapon to attack an alchemy monk. Even if the opponent stood still, there was no way he could use the magic weapon to break the opponent's body-protecting aura.
At this time, Qin Fengming looked ferocious, as if he was making a final struggle. He kept waving his hands, and a large number of talismans flew out of his hands, turning into a large number of fire bombs, wind blades, and ice needles, and swarmed towards the old man named Huang.
Watching the old man surnamed Huang fighting with the young man opposite, no one of the ancestors surnamed Liu moved. They all had a smile on their faces, as calm as if they were watching a play.
But at this time, the old man surnamed Lin moved his eyes and glanced at the old man surnamed Tang who was turning to look at him. The two of them understood each other, moved their bodies, and slowly moved forward.
As Qin Fengming took action, three to four hundred talismans were thrown out in a matter of seconds.
Although he was fighting with the old man surnamed Huang in front of him, Qin Fengming's consciousness was always paying attention to the rest of the people. Suddenly he saw the two Chengdan monks from Xueyu Mountain moving. Qin Fengming was shocked, knowing that the two of them had become suspicious.
However, Qin Fengming knew that unless he took action, there would be no chance of leaving this place alive.
As soon as he thought of this, Qin Fengming suddenly swung out his hands quickly. Suddenly, hundreds of fires appeared in front of him, and in a flash, they shot forward.
