When Ye Xin and the others left the house, they arrived at the street in front of the entrance. Lin Qian and Fu Heng were currently fighting on the bluestone street.
No, in the eyes of Ye Xin and the others, Fu Heng was being one-sidedly abused.
Even though Fu Heng was the main attacker, the blood-colored longsword in his hand danced rapidly in the air, leaving streaks of blood-colored trails in the air in front of him.
At the same time, as he waved his sword, scarlet-red sword aura shot out in succession. The attacks were like a torrential storm as they rushed towards Lin Qian.
In their eyes, Lin Qian didn't waste any energy at all in the face of such violent and continuous attacks. He only extended a hand and condensed his scarlet-gold lightning soul power to block in front of him.
The scarlet-gold lightning soul power barrier seemed indestructible, and it easily blocked all of Fu Heng's attacks.
Fu Heng's powerful continuous attacks could only cause a few ripples on the barrier formed by the scarlet-gold lightning soul power.
"Ha … ha …" After a while, Fu Heng panted and stopped his attacks in despair. He knew that no matter what he did, it was futile.
In his eyes, Lin Qian's strength was too terrifying. No matter what kind of soul skill he used, he couldn't harm Lin Qian at all.
"En, where's that Zhu Xiaojia?" Lin Qian asked curiously when he saw everyone walking out of the house.
"I killed her," Ye Xin answered.
Lin Qian nodded silently and looked at Fu Heng again. "Fu Heng, do you want to die now, or do you want to die, or do you want to die?"
After saying that, Lin Qian condensed a scarlet-gold sword aura with his lightning soul power. He held it in his hand and slowly walked towards Fu Heng.
"Lin Qian, you should know that if you dare to kill me, my grandmother will definitely not let you off. Even if your master, the Battle Emperor, isn't dead yet, he should be dying soon. Do you think he can protect you?" Seeing Lin Qian slowly walking towards him, Fu Heng hurriedly roared and threatened him.
Lin Qian sneered, "But my fiancée's master is the female Sword Saint of the Immortal Sword Sect. I don't think she will just sit back and do nothing."
"Hahaha, her good master can't even protect himself, how could he have the time to take care of you?" After listening to Lin Qian's words, Fu Heng laughed out loud.
Lin Qian frowned and looked in Ye Xin's direction. He noticed that her face was also filled with sorrow.
"Furthermore, there's still a secret technique that Grandma gave me. Once I die, it will leave a mark on your body." Fu Heng stared at Lin Qian and said mockingly, "My grandmother will be able to find you no matter where you run to."
"Not only that, but you will also be cursed and suffer the pain of being bitten by thousands of grasshoppers, causing your cultivation to weaken!" At this point, a sinister smile appeared on Fu Heng's face. "I don't think it's easy to cultivate to the Nirvana stage, and it's twelve cycles of Nirvana. If your cultivation falls, tsk tsk …"
"Little Qian, his grandmother spent a hundred years of her lifespan to give him this secret technique." Ye Xin also sighed. "Don't act rashly."
"Come and kill me, come on!" Fu Heng raised his head and laughed, provoking Lin Qian with his finger.
Lin Qian shook his head helplessly as he looked at the arrogant Fu Heng. The reddish-gold lightning soul power retracted into his body, and the sword Qi in his hand also dissipated.
Seeing this, Fu Heng's expression became even more pleased as he said to Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Samadhi, "You two, come over."
Evidently, Fu Heng felt that he had Lin Qian in the bag.
However, Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Samadhi, who were being watched by Ding Zhirong and Zhao Haiming, didn't dare to move at all, because they could clearly feel the other party's aura locking onto them.
"Now that your soul power has been greatly depleted, any one of my subordinates can easily kill you. There's no need for me to do it myself." Lin Qian suddenly spoke. As soon as he finished speaking, sounds of something tearing through the air rang out, and eight Swift Soldiers suddenly appeared around them.
Nine of the Swift Soldiers that had been summoned from the Hua Xia Empire had left with Zhao Long, and the rest had mostly been depleted in the withered forest, but there were still eight of them left.
Seeing the appearance of the eight Swift Soldiers, Ye Xin and the rest's eyes lit up. They had almost forgotten about this matter.
If Xue Bing had acted and not Lin Qian himself, what effect would there have been?
"How is this possible? Why are there so many people in the ancient ruins?" Fu Heng's expression changed when he saw the sudden appearance of the Swift Soldiers, and he roared.
Ma Shaoyuan and Shi Samadhi's expressions changed as well.
These eight mysterious people with the aura of a Level Nine Nirvana Realm martial artist were obviously summoned by Lin Qian, and they were probably nearby.
Now that they thought about it, if Lin Qian was really poisoned and didn't have the antidote, these eight people wouldn't have much of a chance of winning.
"Of course, your worthless life can't compare to my subordinates," Lin Qian said disdainfully.
Although these Swift Soldiers were the lowest class of soldiers, there were a lot of them, and they were cheap to build. But in Lin Qian's eyes, it was not worth it to waste one of his soldiers to kill someone like Fu Heng.
"By the way, I have a lot of interesting soul tools. One of them can shield the things within the curse, and can even reflect it. As long as you wear this soul tool, killing you won't have any effect. "
"I also have an interesting soul tool that can preserve the secret skill on you, and then inject it into the bodies of the Victorious Heavens Sect's disciples. At that time, your grandmother will probably find trouble with them. And I can sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight. "
Lin Qian's words made Fu Heng's heart sink to the bottom, and he couldn't help but shake his head, "Impossible, this is absolutely impossible, how can you have such an amazing soul tool?"
"Little Qian, this will provoke a war between the Immortal Sword Sect and the Victorious Heavens Sect." Ye Xin rushed to Lin Qian's side and said softly, "Master, the Immortal Sword Sect has been kind to me, let me do it."
Lin Qian smiled and waved his hand, comforting Ye Xin, "Don't worry, I'm just saying. Actually, I already have a good idea on how to deal with Fu Heng."
After saying that, Lin Qian turned his hand, and a golden hemp rope suddenly appeared in his palm.
Because after the Hua Xia Empire transmigrated, Lin Qian's game tools from his previous life had all become soul tools. This golden hemp rope was one of them, and it was called the Binding Rope.
Although it was also a low-grade tool, according to Lin Qian's current grade classification, it was considered a high-grade soul tool.
Fu Heng was currently exhausted, and couldn't break free from the Binding Rope at all.
Lin Qian poured soul power into the Binding Rope in his hand, and threw it towards Fu Heng. The Binding Rope twisted in the air like a golden snake, and rushed towards the opponent at an extremely fast speed.
Seeing that Fu Heng wanted to dodge, Lin Qian sneered and suddenly stomped his foot. A broken piece of limestone flew into his hand, and he suddenly threw it towards the opponent's knee.
"Ah!" Fu Heng let out a blood-curdling screech as he knelt on the ground. The golden ropes coiled around his body and abruptly tightened, firmly binding him!
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