Bang! Bang!
Rumble!
Madman Yang, who was a Stage 8 inner qi expert, led seven Stage 4 inner qi disciples to attack Qin Feng. The eight of them attacked Qin Feng violently, as if a giant bomb had been dropped on Qin Feng.
The airflow in the surroundings changed. The wind howled and howled.
Qin Feng stood in the middle of the encirclement. The Sacred Azure Battle Armor on his body glowed brightly like flowing seawater. Qin Feng held the Spiritrush Sword in his hand. The sword emitted an orange light that pierced through the gale. It was as if a dark cloud was covering the sky.
Buzz!
Qin Feng brandished the Spiritrush Sword faster and faster. Rays of orange light shot out from the Spiritrush Sword Qi.
Solitary Nine Swords!
The Spiritblast Sword seemed to come alive in Qin Fen's hands. The sword shadows overlapped and formed a barrier around Qin Fen. The sword auras that the Huashan disciples launched were all blocked by the orange light. Up until now, no one had been able to hurt Qin Fen.
"Amazing! The Killer Book is too amazing!" Qin Feng exclaimed in his heart as he brandished the Spiritblast Sword in a frenzy.
He was only a Stage 5 inner qi expert. Even with the help of a spiritual weapon and a high-level cultivation method, he could only kill a Stage 7 inner qi expert. If he encountered a Stage 8 inner qi expert, he would have to run away. Huashan's Madman Yang was a Stage 8 inner qi master, and he had the help of seven Stage 4 inner qi masters. Qin Feng was still able to defend himself under such a high-intensity attack. This was beyond Qin Feng's expectations.
"Master, since you entered Devil Beast Mountain, you have killed a total of five wild beasts and seven martial artists. The Killer Book has reached the second level, and Master's strength has increased by 1.5 times. When Master has killed 30 beasts, the Killer Book will reach the third level, and Master's strength will increase by 2 times," Little Pig said.
Qin Fen now understood the effects of the Killer Book. Every time the Killer Book leveled up, Qin Fen's power would increase by 0.5 times. The Killer Book could be leveled up to 10 times, and when it was maxed out, Qin Fen's power would temporarily increase by 5 times. This meant that Qin Fen's original power would increase by 5 times.
Now that Qin Feng was a Stage 5 inner qi cultivator, his strength was equivalent to a Stage 7 inner qi cultivator. After increasing his strength by 0.5 times, Qin Feng's strength was comparable to a Stage 8 inner qi expert. Because of this, Qin Feng was able to withstand the attacks from the Huashan Sect disciples. Aside from Madman Yang, the rest of the disciples were far weaker than Qin Feng. Their attacks were ineffective against Qin Feng.
Buzz buzz buzz!
The sound of the sword whistled in the air, and the Chong Ling Sword in Qin Feng's hand had already turned into a series of mirages. He suddenly leaped up and stabbed towards the two disciples of Mount Hua. His nimble sword fell and stabbed both of their vital points at the same time.
Bang!
The powerful airflow in the sword qi blasted the two disciples' bodies into pieces, and blood and flesh floated in the air. When the disciples of Mount Hua saw this scene, they were so scared that their legs turned to jelly. They never thought that Qin Feng would be so powerful. As the Sword Freak of Mount Hua, Madman Yang was also shocked by Qin Feng's strange and exquisite swordsmanship. Qin Feng's swordsmanship was simple and clear, but Madman Yang couldn't understand it. Even he, a swordsman who had comprehended swordsmanship for more than 30 years, felt inferior.
"Retreat! Retreat now! "
Facing Qin Feng's powerful strength, Madman Yang didn't dare to fight him head-on. He hurriedly ordered the Hua Mountain disciples to retreat. The Hua Mountain disciples had been waiting for Elder Yang's words for a long time. At this time, they all began to run. Some disciples even threw away their swords and ran.
"Mount Hua is famous for its swordsmanship, and the disciples of Mount Hua mainly practice swordsmanship. As the saying goes, as long as the sword exists, the disciple lives. If the sword dies, the disciple dies. Since you guys don't even want your swords, I think it's better to leave your lives behind!"
Qin Feng looked coldly at the people who were running away. He raised his hand slightly, and more than ten sword lights whizzed past. Instantly, three disciples were struck and fell to the ground. They never got up again. The remaining disciples of Mount Hua successfully escaped under Madman Yang's cover. However, Madman Yang was in a sorry state. In order to block the swords for his disciples, his clothes were torn by the sword qi. He looked like a beggar on the street.
"Who is that in front? Quickly report your name, or we will launch an attack! " Halfway through the disciples of Mount Hua, a large group of martial artists suddenly surged in front of them. Madman Yang recognized a few of them and quickly shouted, "Great Master Yuan Zhen, Priestess Heartless, South Sea Saber King … It's me, Huashan Sect's Grand Elder, Yang Changqing."
"It's Madman Yang?"
"Madman Yang, what are you people of Mount Hua doing? Did you meet an enemy or something? "
After the few major forces recognized Madman Yang, they let down their guard. However, in the next second, they immediately raised their weapons and stared at Qin Feng, who was flying over, as if they had seen a formidable enemy.
"It's Qin Feng. Qin Feng is right behind us. This brat is very powerful. Everyone, attack together!" Madman Yang shouted anxiously.
Before the others could react, the Shaolin Temple's Monk Yuan Zhen had already charged forward. With a light leap, he arrived in the air. "Qin Feng, you killed my junior brother Yuan Qing. Today, I will tear you to shreds!"
Yuan Zhen was now a Stage 8 inner qi expert, and his strength was slightly stronger than Yuan Qing's. He was considered the strongest among the group. Seeing that Yuan Zhen had personally made a move, the other factions could only watch from the sidelines. They didn't dare to compete with the Shaolin Temple.
Sonorous Thunder Palm!
Rumble!
The might of the Shaolin Temple's secret technique, Sonorous Thunder Palm, shook the heavens. When Yuan Zhen's palm landed, the air was deafening like thunder. The beasts in the forest howled, and the strange birds on the trees flew away in fear. When Qin Feng arrived, he was enveloped by a powerful aura. Without much time to think, Qin Feng put on his Winter Iron Glove and punched Yuan Zhen's palm.
Intermediate Thunder Tiger Fist!
Rumble!
When the fist and palm collided, the people standing on the ground felt the ground shake.
Qin Feng's intermediate Thunder Tiger Fist was like a ferocious tiger descending the mountain. Now that Qin Feng had the strength of a Stage 8 inner qi expert with the help of the Killer Book, his Thunder Tiger Fist was even more domineering. When Yuan Zhen's fist landed, the impact numbed his arm.
Bang!
Dozens of explosions rang out. Yuan Zhen fell from the sky and landed on the ground. He took three steps back before he could stabilize himself. Qin Feng, on the other hand, was not much better. His body was sent flying by the powerful aura like a kite with its string cut. Finally, he crashed into a tree and stopped. The moment he landed, he vomited a few mouthfuls of blood.
Gasp!
It was a simple collision, but it stunned many of the forces that had rushed over. Many of them had been to Heping Town before and had witnessed Qin Fen's strength. Three days ago, Qin Feng was only a Stage 6 inner qi expert. Now, he could fight head-on with Yuan Zhen, who was a Stage 8 inner qi expert. This rocket-like method of leveling up was unimaginable.
"Brat, let's see if you can take a second palm strike from me!"
Yuan Zhen landed on the ground and caught his breath. Then, he leaped into the air and arrived above Qin Feng's head in the blink of an eye. As a Stage 8 inner qi expert, Yuan Zhen was famous in the martial arts world. However, he was forced to retreat by Qin Feng, a junior in his early twenties. This was a blatant slap to his face. Yuan Zhen was so angry that his beard became crooked.
"Great Thunder Palm!"
Rumble …!
Yuan Zhen did not give Qin Feng any chance to catch his breath. He had been hiding his strength earlier. When his second palm strike landed, the tree behind Qin Feng swayed in the wind. Not only was this palm strike very powerful, but it also suppressed Qin Feng's inner qi. Qin Feng tried to dodge, but his speed clearly decreased.
Bang!
The palm wind smashed into Qin Feng's chest and sent him flying. He crashed into a tree behind him and vomited a few mouthfuls of blood in midair.
When Qin Feng landed, he felt like his internal organs had been shattered by Yuan Zhen. After fighting Yuan Zhen and Madman Zhang, Qin Feng deeply understood that there was a huge gap between experts of the same realm. One could say that even two Madmen Yangs might not be able to kill Yuan Zhen.
"Humph! An ant's disciple is only so-so. With your little ability, you dare to oppose my Shaolin Temple? You simply do not know the immensity of heaven and earth! " Yuan Zhen leaped up and arrived beside Qin Feng. Then, he stomped on Qin Feng's thigh. "Crack!" The sound of Qin Feng's bones breaking came from his thigh. However, Yuan Zhen did not stop there. He stomped on Qin Feng's arm and other leg three more times. Only then did he smile faintly at Qin Feng. "Now, you are just trash. Let's see where you can run to now!"
Qin Fen endured the intense pain of his broken bones. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, and the veins on his forehead bulged. However, Qin Fen did not cry out in pain at all. Instead, he looked coldly at Yuan Zhen, remembering Yuan Zhen's actions in his heart.
Qin Feng had fought a huge battle with the flame wolf not long ago. In that battle, he had used all his trump cards. Now, he could only think of other ways to get out of this predicament.
"Fellow cultivators, Qin Feng killed my Junior Brother Yuan Qing in Peace Town three days ago. This time, I am here on the orders of the Shaolin Temple's abbot to capture Qin Feng and bring him back to the sect. I hope that everyone will give this poor monk some face and not stop me from bringing Qin Feng back."
After crippling Qin Feng's limbs, Yuan Zhen was no longer worried that Qin Feng would escape. He turned to look at the other factions. As he spoke, he purposely released his vast inner Qi, suppressing everyone present.
Right after Yuan Zhen finished speaking, two Shaolin disciples went forward to drag Qin Feng away. The people from the other factions were still in a daze. Some of them were shocked by Yuan Zhen's strength, while others were thinking of ways to make Qin Feng stay.
"Wait! I don't want to go back to the Shaolin Temple with you! "Qin Feng's voice suddenly rang out. The two Shaolin disciples instinctively stopped.
Yuan Zhen also stopped. He glared at the two Shaolin disciples, panting with rage. He roared, "Who told you to stop? Pretend you did not hear that brat's words. Quickly come back with me to report."
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