The remaining Saint quickly understood why the previous Saint had to escape. It was because he had no choice but to run. If he waited for the "Immortal Master" to come to his aid, he might be able to suppress and kill this "bug", but the problem was, could he wait for the "Immortal Master" to come to his aid? It was obvious that he could not wait.
Since that person had already escaped, the remaining Saint naturally became Qin Lang's target. Not only did the demonized Qin Lang possess tyrannical power, he had also become more ferocious and bloodthirsty. This ferocity was caused by the demonic Qi and demonic seed in his body. Although the demonic seed could not control Qin Lang's spiritual will, it could affect Qin Lang's temper and character. This was unavoidable.
At this time, because the power in Qin Lang's body was too great, he needed a target to vent. Otherwise, Qin Lang would feel uncomfortable. This was like a virgin who had taken aphrodisiac. If he did not have a target to vent, he would probably go crazy.
Qin Lang's fist fiercely landed on the Emei Sect Saint who had fought till the end. At this moment, the Saint actually wanted to escape, but Qin Lang's spiritual will and aura had already locked onto his existence. At this moment, there was no way for him to escape. The only way was to fight with all his might to survive.
As long as the "Immortal Master" appeared, the Saint would have a chance to survive. Therefore, he had to use all his strength to fight against Qin Lang. As long as he could hold on for a few breaths' time.
Time was life. The Saint finally understood the true meaning of this sentence.
A few breaths' time should be very short, but to the Emei Sect Saint, it was rather long. This was because Qin Lang's fist was too terrifying, and the terrifying aura was getting stronger and stronger. This fellow's strength seemed to be constantly rising, and it was not something that a martial artist could fight against.
Swoosh!
A streak of purple light cut through the night sky and shot toward Qin Lang like a bolt of lightning.
"The Immortal Master is finally here!"
The Emei Sect Saint could not help but be overjoyed. The "Immortal Master" had finally arrived. In the last breath's time, the "Immortal Master"'s flying sword would reach his opponent. No matter how monstrous the demonic flames were, he would definitely die.
Boom!
However, at that moment, Qin Lang acted as if he did not see the flying sword. He threw a punch at the Emei Sect Saint with all his might, making it clear that he wanted to kill the Saint in the last breath of time. Qin Lang's fist had already shattered the air, as if it had pierced through space. It carried with it the aura of boundless Devil Qi, True Aether, Thunder, and Nether Poison. This punch had completely locked onto the Saint of the Emei Sect, completely destroying his last chance of survival.
The last thing the Emei Sect Saint saw was that the purple sword light seemed to be getting further and further away from him, while Qin Lang's fist was getting closer and bigger. Then, the Saint heard a strong explosion. He knew that it was the sound of his Protective Aura exploding at the same time as his body.
That was also the last sound the Saint heard!
Qin Lang's Martial Spirit had already brutally suppressed the Emei Sect's Saint's Holy Embryo and Martial Spirit. His Martial Spirit's actions were even faster than his physical body. In a flash, it had completely suppressed the Saint's Martial Spirit.
Whoosh!
The moment Qin Lang destroyed the Emei Sect Saint, the purple sword light had already arrived in front of Qin Lang. Without thinking, he directly punched out.
Boom!
The fist and the sword collided, and two powerful forces collided, causing a huge explosion. Countless fragments of light flashed in the night sky. These fragments of light were more beautiful than fireworks, but of course, they were deadly beautiful. Those who were hit by these fragments of light would either die or be injured!
After the fragments of light faded, Qin Lang saw a young swordsman in white appear in front of him. A purple flying sword hovered above his head, like a purple spirit snake, as if it could attack Qin Lang at any time.
"Among the martial artists, there is actually an expert like you. Among the martial artists, you are the first to be able to block this immortal's sword at full power! " The white-robed swordsman, Qin Lang, shouted. "You already have the right to know my name. Remember, I am Ke Zunbei!"
"What does your name have to do with me?" Qin Lang did not have a good impression of these cultivators. They were just cultivators, but each of them was so arrogant, always thinking that cultivators were a cut above others. But in Qin Lang's view, cultivation was just a method of cultivation, and there was no difference between it and martial arts cultivation or special ability cultivation. Therefore, these cultivators liked to speak in a superior manner, which made Qin Lang very unhappy.
"What does it have to do with you?" The white-robed swordsman stared at Qin Lang like a sharp sword. "Because from now on, you will be my slave, so you should know my master's name."
"Slave?" Qin Lang laughed sinisterly. "I didn't want to kill you, but now it seems that it is unavoidable!"
"Just an ant!" The white-robed swordsman sneered. The purple flying sword was already under his feet. He leaped into the air and looked down at Qin Lang. "You are destined to be my slave!"
Qin Lang did not answer. He leaped from the ground and soared into the sky. He actually leaped above the white-robed swordsman and attacked him from above.
He who strikes first has the advantage.
This was not the first time Qin Lang had fought with cultivators. He knew the strengths and weaknesses of cultivators. Cultivators were strong because their flying swords could easily cover a distance of a thousand steps. Their weakness was close combat.
Although the flying swords of cultivators were not long, they were used to long-range attacks, so close-range attacks were their weakness. Cultivators pursued magnificent swordsmanship, but melee combat was definitely not their strong suit.
Qin Lang did not have a weapon, but his fist was the best weapon. Qin Lang's Xingyi Boxing had already reached the peak. Moreover, he had a lot of combat experience. Close combat was originally Qin Lang's strength.
The reason why this cultivator flew into the air was not because he wanted to show off his flying sword ability in front of Qin Lang, but because he wanted to fully display his flying sword ability to increase the distance between him and Qin Lang. However, he never thought that Qin Lang could actually "fly".
Of course, strictly speaking, Qin Lang could only be considered "leaping" and not "flying". He only used the energy vortex around him to balance his own weight and then used his explosive power to "leap". In an instant, he closed the distance between him and Ke Zunbei. Then, Qin Lang's fists rained down on Ke Zunbei, forcing him from the air to the ground.
There was no other way, Qin Lang's fists were too fast and too fierce. Ke Zunbei did not even have the time to display his flying sword advantage before he was restricted by Qin Lang's storm-like fists. Unable to move his body, he could only temporarily land on the ground and prepare for a new round of attacks.
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