Fang Tong only felt the aura of death coming towards him. His eyes widened and a rare trace of fear involuntarily appeared on his face. He forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and raised the longsword in his hand, thrusting it towards Qin Feng's abdomen like lightning.
Mutual destruction!
This was Fang Tong's most powerful aspect. He knew that he could not block the terrifying power in Qin Feng's fist, so he planned to attack Wei to rescue Zhao. If Qin Feng insisted on killing him, he would also be heavily injured and might even be killed by the power in his longsword.
He was very confident that no one was unafraid of death. Qin Feng was no exception! Therefore, he predicted that Qin Feng would dodge and use this opportunity to pull away. Once he pulled away, it would be extremely difficult for Qin Feng to kill him again!
Moreover, Fang Tong knew that this forest was densely packed with the Qin Family's search teams. The commotion here would sooner or later attract the attention of the search team. As long as he delayed Qin Feng, Qin Feng would undoubtedly die!
These thoughts flashed through Fang Tong's mind in an instant. The corners of his mouth already revealed a confident smile.
Clang clang! The sound of metal clashing rang out. In the blink of an eye, his long sword had pierced Qin Feng. However, the situation that Yu Fangtong had imagined was different. Qin Feng's body seemed to be covered with a layer of terrifying scales. When the long sword pierced his shoulder, it actually set off layers upon layers of sparks. It was as if the long sword had pierced through a slippery and firm dragon scale. The long sword actually sliced through and only left a white mark on his shoulder!
At the same time, a terrifying force pierced through Fang Tong's abdomen. Qin Feng's hand fiercely shook and immediately broke open Fang Tong's abdomen, completely piercing through it.
"You …" Fang Tong's face instantly drained of color. He looked at Qin Feng with lifeless eyes. "What kind of fist technique is this … how is this possible?"
Qin Feng pulled back his hand and looked at Fang Tong whose vitality was gradually dissipating. "This is the Black Tortoise Yin-Yang Way, the Black Tortoise Dragon Yi. The Black Tortoise is still and the Spirit Serpent is moving. The Black Tortoise is divided into the Black Tortoise Qi and the Spirit Serpent Qi. My entire body is covered in the Black Tortoise Qi formed by the Black Tortoise Sea Subduing Fist. Your longsword can't even cut a single hair on my body. On the contrary, the Spirit Serpent Qi wrapped in my Spirit Serpent Demon Fist can break through your defense! "
The Black Tortoise Yin-Yang Way was a True martial level fist technique that was both offense and defense and defense. The most wonderful thing was the combination of movement and silence. Defense with quietness, attack attack with movement. After he used the Black Tortoise Fist Technique, he could turn into an airtight tortoise shell. No matter how you hit him, the force would be absorbed by the tortoise shell formed by the fist technique.
He Yu of the Black Tortoise Tong, the Dragon of Tong 'Fist of the fist Demon Dragon Yi...
If he used the Black Tortoise Yin-Yang Dao, he would have the advantages of both when controlling the tortoise and the snake: the defense of the tortoise and the craftiness of the snake.
.... of Qin of the... Combination of Yin and Yang! Movement and Stillness!
"That's why I said that I, who have mastered the Black Tortoise Yin-Yang Dao, am absolutely qualified to kill a martial artist of the Fourth Heavenly Layer. From the very beginning, you were not my opponent. When you were nagging and lecturing me, you were just a clown. I was only showing you your sanctimonious appearance because you were about to die!" Qin Feng glanced at his bloody and wet hands, and conveniently wiped them on Fang Tong's luxurious and soft brocade clothes as he said with a smile.
"You …" Fang Tong stared at Qin Feng and pointed at Qin Feng. He spat out a mouthful of blood and slowly fell to the ground. He died with his eyes wide open!
Fang Tong, a martial artist of the Fourth Firmament of the Martial Path, was dead!
Whoosh! Whoosh! Qin Feng exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. His body was sore and limp as if he had collapsed. He leaned against the bronze cauldron without a care for his image. His arms were burning with pain and his muscles and bones were sore. The Black Tortoise Yin-Yang Way looked powerful, but it consumed a lot of energy to use. If he had not swallowed the Black Tortoise Divine Elixir and cultivated the Flawless Holy Body, he would not have been able to withstand it.
The strength of a martial artist of the Fourth Firmament of the Martial Path was indeed extraordinary. Qin Feng felt that dealing with him alone was more tiring than dealing with six elite teams of Second and Third Firmament of the Martial Path.
"It seems that my current combat strength is only equivalent to a martial artist of the late Fourth Firmament of the Martial Path. If two masters like Fang Tong came, I'm afraid I could only run away!" Qin Feng recalled the battle tonight and found that he was not as strong as he had imagined. In his original estimation, his combat strength should be equivalent to a martial artist of the Fifth Firmament of the Martial Path.
However, it seemed that he had overestimated it. The reason was that although he had mastered countless secret techniques and had a very high vision, most of them could not be used freely because of his body.
For example, in his vision, there were many flaws in Fang Tong's swordsmanship. He clearly knew how to break the Thirteen Thunder Prison Swords, but he could not do it.
More often than not, when he fought, the quality of his body limited his martial skills and could not be used smoothly!
This was the reason why he had a short cultivation time!
However, as time passed, he was confident that he could make up for this shortcoming and improve his combat strength in a short period of time. At this moment, countless fist and palm techniques were running through his mind. As long as he was willing to spend time, his combat strength would improve greatly in a short period of time and completely solve this problem.
Summing up all kinds of battle just now, Qin Feng recovered a little of his strength. Time was tight, and the surrounding area was filled with the Qin Family's search teams. He did not know when this place would attract the attention of those search teams.
Qin Feng stood up, walked forward quickly, and searched Fang Tong's body. Fang Tong's status was much higher than those people. Qin Feng casually searched and found more than a dozen banknotes worth more than a thousand. This was a windfall.
What made Qin Feng even more surprised was that he also found Level One Quenching Origin Pills and Level One Quenching Origin Pills on Fang Tong's body. Compared to the dozen banknotes worth more than a thousand, Qin Feng valued these two bottles of medicinal pills more. With these two bottles of medicinal pills, plus the medicinal pills that he had scavenged before, he no longer needed to worry about the cultivation medicinal pills before the Fifth Firmament of Martial Dao.
The last thing was Fang Tong's personal weapon, the silver-white sharp ancient sword!
Although Qin Feng was not good at swordsmanship, he loved swords all his life. Compared to the cumbersome bronze cauldron, he preferred this kind of sword-shaped weapon. He immediately picked up this long sword and attached it to his waist.
After searching, Qin Feng did not stay any longer. He hastily cleaned up the scene and immediately disappeared into the dense forest.
This time, he changed his direction and decided not to return to Upper River Town for the time being. Instead, he headed toward the depths of the Desolate Mountain Range.
The fight between Qin Feng and Fang Tong was not small. This mountain forest had already attracted the attention of the search team. Not long after he left, a search team of eight or nine people came to the place where he left.
The leader was a warrior of the Third Firmament of Martial Dao. This was a very cautious and shrewd middle-aged man. He was dressed in short clothes. His eyes flickered and his footsteps were very light. He seemed to be very vigilant. If something went wrong, he would immediately hide behind a tree.
"The smell of blood is getting stronger and stronger. Everyone be careful. Maybe that person is behind the bushes!"
"Look, there's a dead man here!" Pushing aside the bushes, a searching warrior suddenly shouted.
The other companions heard the shout and hurried over. Everyone's eyes fell on the field in front of the bushes. A bronze cauldron stood alone in the bushes. Not far from the bronze cauldron, a figure stared in this direction with his eyes wide open.
The leading warrior of the Third Firmament of Martial Dao rushed over and looked at it in horror. "No, it's Fang Tong, Mr. Fang!"
"It can't be. Did you see wrongly?" The other searching warriors' faces changed greatly. They rushed over as fast as they could. Looking at the figure who died with his eyes wide open, a trace of fear flashed in their eyes.
Fang Tong had died here. An expert of the Middle Stage of the Fourth Firmament of Martial Dao, whom their whole team might not be able to defeat, had died silently here!
Wasn't that person a waste? How could he kill Fang Tong of the Fourth Firmament of Martial Dao!
This was terrible! A warrior of the Fourth Firmament of Martial Dao was also important in the Qin Family. He was the backbone of the family. The death of one was already considered to have damaged the family's vitality.
Soon, a shrill scream sounded in this forest. For a moment, countless figures rushed out of the quiet forest.
"Fang Tong!" When Qin Muyun heard the news and dared to come, he saw the tragic figure beside the bronze cauldron. His legs almost went soft. He knew he was completely finished this time.
Fang Tong was the core figure of Qin Muyun's forces. Without Fang Tong, the forces gathered under his command would immediately fall apart. He would completely lose the qualification to compete for the successor of the family head.
Qin Muyun's hands and feet were cold, his head was a little dizzy, and his face was pale.
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