The sword energy was like a tiny hurricane shooting out around the Zangba Sword. He did not shoot out his sword, but his sword energy was already overflowing. Feng Jin had no room to resist and was directly shocked!

Feng Jin forced himself to hold back the blood and blood rolling in his chest, and his fist was broken, and his face looked extremely ugly. At this moment, the Zangba Sword was still standing there. Although the sword edge was not exposed in his hand, his body was like a sword edge. It can be imagined that his sword path had reached an extremely high level and was not at the same level at all.

Feng Jin smiled bitterly and said, "I didn't expect you to really not draw the sword."

The Zangba Sword was still domineering and said calmly: "I said you are not qualified to let me draw the sword."

Chu Hao and Donglin had already retreated ten feet away when they were fighting. Although Feng Jin's fist was fierce, it did not affect them at all.

Feng Jin looked solemn. Although he did not mean to underestimate the Zangba Sword at all, the Zangba Sword was too far apart from him. Although his cultivation level was the same, the overall strength was too different. If he did not use poison skills, the other party would not even have the interest to look at him!

"Since that's the case, I have to use poison skills!"

"Come on!"

The Zangba Sword did not take it seriously at all. As a powerful sword cultivator in a wealthy place, although he was in the early stage of Yin and Yang, his strength was not even the old Yin and Yang mid-stage late stage cultivator. A kind of monk like the sword cultivator seems to be born to be able to fight across levels and is extremely powerful!

What's more, the sound of thunder could be clearly felt while the sword energy was raging just now. There is no doubt that the qi of the Zangba Sword is a powerful thunder weapon. Cooperating with the sword cultivator, it was like a tiger's wings, and its strength increased by more than one or two%.

"Immortal Flower!"

The poisonous gas filled the air, and Feng Jin's face turned red at this moment, and purple air emerged from the top of his head. His fists were clenched tightly, showing a double color that looked like purple and red, which was very dazzling. Not only that, there was some more fog between the fist power. This was not formed by spiritual energy, but his poisonous gas was released. After practicing poison skills to a certain level, he could rush it out of his body, which looked no different from spiritual power.

The Immortal Flower is the poison technique that Feng Jin practiced. At this moment, his fists were confused with purple and red smoke. Although it looked extremely gorgeous, it was like blooming flowers between his fists and arms, the poison technique contained made people feel trembling.

Even the Zhaoba Jian's brow frowned slightly.

Speaking of which, he has never fought with the monks who practiced poison skills. There are all kinds of wonders in the world. Not only are there people who practiced poison skills, but also monks who practiced corpse skills, puppet skills, illusion techniques, etc. But these are all partial sects, and not many truly powerful ones are truly powerful. Sword cultivators are even more poisonous and are firmly oriented towards the sword path in their hearts, which is difficult to be influenced by external martial arts.

Poison Technique let me see what is strange, maybe it can take my sword intent to go a step further!

Zangba Jian's face had not changed. When Feng Jin roared, his fists were like giant hammers, and the flowers formed by poisonous gas grew into a twisted body like vines, wrapped around his fists. Although his power was not much stronger than before, it brought much more pressure!

After all, toxic things can often make people feel scared!

"Dragon Elephant Sword Technique!"

As the voice of the Zangba Sword sounded, bursts of dragon roars and elephant sounds that ordinary people could not hear came from him. He was down-to-earth and his eyes were cold. The momentum of the Zangba Sword was infinitely raised, and lightning lights crackled up in his body, as if it was the center of this area and the king of this area.

Scratch!

Scratch!

Scratch!

A tangible power grid seemed to be formed around Zangba Jian's body. This lightning grid wrapped his entire body in it. Facing the two poisonous fists attacked by Feng Jin, he did not avoid or dodge. Using this net as a defense, he resisted it with a faint expression. In the void, thunder thunder mixed with dark clouds, as if the end of the world was coming, all sounds were isolated, nothing could be heard, nothing could be sensed, and time seemed to have paused.

The next moment, the purple-red poison gas covered the entire power grid like a crazy bug, and the poisonous technique turned into a rolling eye after being close to the power grid, and swirled up without any warning and dissipated directly!

Not only was Feng Jin stunned, but then, Zangba Jian's face showed disappointment.

"Forget it, I'll give you a sword!"

Zangba Jian thought that poison magic power was nothing big, but he couldn't even break his sword technique to protect his body. He was so disappointed. The swordsman was looking for progress in danger and seeking insights, but unfortunately, Feng Jin did not provide him with anything.

And what he provided to Feng Jin was the only one who failed completely!

"Puff!"

A thunder in the lightning was like the prelude to the gloomy sky before the storm. The lightning formed a shadow of a virtual dragon, which hit Feng Jin's chest unexpectedly. Feng Jin was not so lucky this time. His poisonous technique dissipated and his body was shaken away dozens of feet, pressing out a rolling pattern of poisonous flowers planted in the fields in the hollow poisonous sect.

Feng Jinkou spitted blood and looked at the Zangba Sword incredibly, "You, have you cultivated the sword intent?"

"How can I be called the Five Spirits of Sword Cultivation without becoming a sword intent?" Zangba Jian smiled faintly, not taking Feng Jin seriously at all. To be precise, even if Feng Jin, an ordinary Yin-Yang cultivator, practiced poison magic power, was indeed not enough for him to take it seriously.

Feng Jin said tragically: "The sword intent is not soaked in all poisons, and the gods ward off evil spirits. No wonder, I lost without any wickedness!"

He knew that it was easy for Zangba Jian to kill him, but he didn't kill him, which was probably because he was merciless or had any other deep meaning.

Feng Jin's failure made the entire Kong Poison Sect silent. The disciples who fell to the ground were stunned. Unexpectedly, the Zangba Sword attacked twice. No, to be precise, it attacked once, and the extremely powerful Elder Feng Jin in their hearts was directly defeated. He didn't even have the qualification to let the other party's sword cultivator come out of the sword!

How could the gap be so big, incredible!

All disciples cannot accept such a gap, but they have to accept such a gap!

Behind the new sect leader, the elders and monks also had gloomy faces and were extremely solemn. Their eyes looked at the Zangba Sword no longer as dull as before, full of fear!

Ordinary sword cultivators are much stronger than cultivators of the same level, and the sword cultivator who has cultivated sword intent is one or two levels higher. The Zangba Sword defeated Feng Jin without making a sword, and even killing Feng Jin is easy. And if he makes a sword, how powerful will it be?

Everyone couldn't imagine that after all, a sword cultivator with sword intent was no longer able to guess. In the audience, except for the new sect leader and the remaining great elders, no one believed that his strength would be better than Feng Jin!

Even before, they thought Feng Jin's strength was invincible!

The Immortal Flower, who has practiced to the fifth level, cannot erode the body-protecting sword technique of Zangba Sword!

What a big blow!

"Master of the Sect, let me meet him!" The elder next to him couldn't sit still. The second elder Feng Jin defeated the other party before he even got the other person's body, making them look very shameless. But he also knew that he was not the opponent of the Zangba Sword. After all, the opponent had not even even the sword had not been released, but it would be unreasonable if he didn't stand up now.

"No." The new sect leader felt a little unfathomable, and he only heard him say lightly: "Just leave it to me here."

"Zangba Sword, if you leave now, this sect leader can leave without any retribution." The new sect leader seemed to be unaffected by Feng Jin's defeat at all. He looked at the sect sword and said, "You are from a wealthy place. Go back now. You can give up the matter of injuring the elders of our sect and killing a generation of disciples."

Zangba Jian finished listening to this passage as if he was listening to a joke, and then looked at the new sect leader with a smile and said, "It seems that you have some confidence to talk to me like this."

"If you don't agree, I will let you see what my confidence is." The new sect leader was so confident. Not only was the Zangba Sword a little strange, but even the disciples in the sect were extremely strange!

Although this new sect leader has not yet successfully ascended the throne, he has another identity before, that is, the fourth Yin-Yang-stage monk of the Kong Du Sect, and a new Yin-Yang-stage monk who just broke through six years ago!

Many disciples and core disciples know this.

"I said, let my friend Tian Xingzi come out and I will leave immediately. You will continue to be your leader of the Kong Du Sect and continue your succession ceremony. These have nothing to do with me."

Although the Zangba Sword is old, he is full of energy when speaking. At this moment, the Dragon Elephant Sword Art has not dissipated, as if there is a buzzing thunder in his ears.

"Tian Xingzi violated the rules of our sect and was imprisoned. Now you can't see him." The new sect leader said calmly: "In our Kongdu Sect, if we violate the rules, we must deal with them according to the rules. Tian Xingzi is not only your friend, but also my Kongdu Sect disciple. As the sect leader, I cannot commit favoritism and fraud."

"Why would you ask what the rules of Tian Xingzi violated." Zangba Jian's face turned gloomy. Even Dong Lin's face was not good-looking. Tian Xingzi had the kindness of giving him a gift, and after spending a month outside the starry sky, he felt that Tian Xingzi was not bad in nature, not as cunning and ruthless as other human cultivators, so he truly recognized him as his master.

If there is anything wrong with Tian Xingzi, Donglin doesn’t mind burying the entire Kong Du Sect!

He can definitely do this!

"This is a matter within my sect. You are not a disciple or elder of my Kong Du Sect. Have you asked a lot?" The new sect leader smiled and said, "This sect leader said so much. I will only give you ten breaths to consider whether to leave now."

"Arrogant!"

Zangba Jian hadn't heard such words for a long time and said coldly: "Tianxingzi broke the rules of the sect, and it was the sect leader who came to deal with him. Who are you? You haven't succeeded to the sect leader yet, so what qualifications do you have to make a point? Also, you have just been promoted to the Yin-Yang period. If you dare to talk to me like this, I have to say that your courage is really not that great."

"ten……"

"Nine……"
Chapter completed!