Before his voice died away, he heard a loud noise.
When they saw that familiar figure, their eyes welled up with tears. Not long ago, they had guessed that Qin Feng had met with misfortune. Now that they saw that he was fine, they felt an indescribable excitement.
"Brother Qin, why are you back? Hurry up and leave. Wait until your strength is higher before you take revenge for us!"
"Yes! Young Hero Qin, leave quickly. Brother Lin and I will help you stall them. "
As soon as they woke up from their joy, the two of them started to worry again.
Hearing this, Xiahou Xing hurriedly sent out a palm strike. Last time, he had let Qin Feng escape. This time, he would not allow the same thing to happen again.
It looked like a simple clap, but it immediately set off a turbulent airflow. Wen Yiming and Lin Hao could feel a strong pressure just by standing behind Qin Feng.
"Qin, don't even think about escaping this time. I'll catch you with my own hands."
"You think too much. I'm here to kill you!"
Qin Feng let out a furious roar. Bursts of aura shot out from his body. He stood his ground without retreating and punched forward.
The sound of thunder and the roar of a tiger exploded. There was even sword qi hidden within the ferocious fist wind. Qin Feng hadn't used this special grade Thunder Tiger Flying Sword Fist in a long time. He didn't expect it to become so powerful.
Rumble!
The moment the two powerful attacks collided, it set off an earth-shaking commotion.
Xiahou Xing's expression changed drastically. When he saw several red sword Qis shooting at him, he hurriedly dodged. "You stepped into the Buddhist Light Transformation? How is this possible? "
Puff!
Qin Fen was struck by the palm wind and was forced to retreat. When he was caught by Wen Yiming and Lin Hao, he could not help but spit out a mouthful of blood.
The two of them looked at Qin Feng with worry and shock. When he left, he was only a Saint King Eighth Level. In just a short month, he had broken through five levels consecutively and stepped into the Buddha Light First Form.
"Young Hero Qin, are you okay?" Wen Yiming asked.
Qin Fen quickly suppressed the chaotic aura in his body and shook his head at the two.
In the exchange just now, he could have avoided Xiahou Xing's attack. However, if he had done so, the ones injured would have been Lin Hao and Wen Yiming. Lin Hao might be able to survive, but Wen Yiming, a First Tier Saint King, would definitely lose his life under that palm.
However, Qin Feng was also surprised. He had underestimated Xiahou Xing's strength. She had originally thought that this person had at most stepped into the third transformation of Buddha Light and was only slightly stronger than Mo Li. But now it seemed that this person had at least stepped into the intermediate stage of Buddha Light.
"Humph! You really did steal the Spirit Vein. Otherwise, you wouldn't have broken through to the Buddhist Light Realm in a month. "Xiahou Xing suddenly understood and glared at Qin Feng with a murderous gaze.
"You're right. I stole the spirit vein and used it to cultivate and break through. Now that I've used up all of the Spirit Veins, what can you do about it? "Qin Fen's aura had mostly recovered, and he deliberately said those words to anger Xiahou Xing.
Thinking about how an entire spirit vein was used up by an ant from the North Sand Region, the three God Spirit Mountain disciples were enraged. When they heard their Senior Brother say that Qin Feng had entered the First Change of Buddhist Light, they no longer had any misgivings in their hearts. This was because among the three of them, two had entered the First Change of Buddhist Light, and one had entered the Second Change of Buddhist Light.
"Stinking brat, you are simply wasting resources."
"You dared to use the Light Spirit Spring. Today, I will use your blood to atone for your sins."
The three of them looked at each other and suddenly launched a fierce attack on Qin Feng.
Wen Yiming and Lin Hao unsheathed their swords to help, but before they could enter the battlefield, Qin Feng had already swung his fist.
Thunder and tiger roars resounded once again, along with the sharp hum of a sword. The two First Change of Buddhist Light disciples at the front suddenly froze. Their eyes widened, revealing a look of disbelief.
Their clothes were torn, revealing the sword scars underneath. Countless sword scars covered almost every part of their bodies. The sword scars were extremely deep, as if they had pierced through their entire bodies. In just a few breaths' time, the two disciples' bodies were scattered all over the place, scattering into bits and pieces.
Hiss!
Everyone sucked in a breath of cold air. Even Wen Yiming and Lin Hao were shocked.
Cultivating in the Divine Continent, every cultivator's hands were stained with blood. Xiahou Xing had killed countless people, but he had never seen someone kill as cruelly as Qin Feng.
"You dare to kill my Junior Brother? I will kill you!"
The remaining disciple suddenly went crazy. He unsheathed his sword and stabbed forward like a madman.
With a shake of his sword, thousands of ferocious sword rays shot out. Wen Yiming and Lin Hao felt the threat of death and hurriedly shouted for Qin Feng to be careful. However, they saw Qin Feng standing with his hands behind his back. Seeing that he was about to be enveloped by the sword qi, the disciple revealed an evil smile.
"Haha! The Northern Sand Continent is indeed a bunch of ants. Go and die! "
"Junior Brother, come back quickly …"
Xiahou Xing's expression changed drastically as he hurriedly shouted.
However, he was still a step too late. Qin Feng suddenly slapped his palm, and a fire blade shot out. The flame was suffused with a faint purple glow, and its aura was extremely ferocious. The sword qi was instantly swallowed by the sea of fire. The disciple was holding a pink spiritual sword, but it was also burned to ashes by the purple flames. His body, along with it, disappeared in an instant …
Hualala!
The flame was still burning in mid-air. The purple flame instilled a sense of fear in everyone's hearts.
Lin Hao and Wen Yiming were dumbfounded. Previously, Qin Feng killing two Ninth Level Holy King cultivators was enough to shock them. However, now that he had killed two First Change of Buddhist Light disciples, and even a Second Change of Buddhist Light disciple, it was a little unbelievable.
Xiahou Xing was also shocked by Qin Feng's strength, but he quickly focused his attention on the ball of purple flames.
"This is the fifth earth fire in the Divine Continent, the Purple Flame?!"
"Purple Flame? Young Hero Qin is too powerful! "Wen Yiming was pleasantly surprised.
"Looks like the news from the Pill City is true. Qin Feng really has the Purple Flame. Also, he didn't give the Purple Flame to Senior Xu. It's still with him … "Lin Hao mumbled to himself.
The three of them were stunned by the appearance of the Purple Flame. This type of rare fire was limited, and each one of them could only be found by chance.
Xiahou Xing quickly regained his senses, and his eyes were filled with greed. "Haha! I can't believe I can see the Purple Flame … Brat, as long as you hand over the Purple Flame to me obediently, I can forget about the Spiritual Vein and Spiritual Grass, and let the three of you live. "
Qin Feng laughed coldly. "Heh! You're thinking too much. Today, it's not you who will let us go, it's us who will not let you go! "
His words were so domineering that it ignited the flames of war in Lin Hao and Wen Yiming's hearts. Although the two of them still felt that even if they joined forces, they would not be able to defeat Xiahou Xing, but Qin Feng's unyielding spirit made them respect him.
"Hmph! Don't think that you're so powerful just because you killed a few of my junior brothers. In the end, your strength is still at the early stage of the Buddha Light Stage. I've already stepped into the fourth stage of the Buddha Light Stage, and I'm a mid-stage Buddha Light Stage cultivator. "Xiahou Xing announced his cultivation level, intending to pressure Qin Feng.
Lin Hao and Wen Yiming's expressions were solemn. They knew very well the difference between the early stage and the mid-stage. It was like a chasm.
"I don't care what your cultivation level is. Since you dare to kill me and my brothers, you must die!"
Rumble!
With a roar, Qin Feng swung the Golden Phoenix in his hand. A several-hundred-meter-long golden sword energy condensed into a giant dragon, hovering above Xiahou Xing's head.
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