Chapter 4091 One Sword Cut

"This fight doesn't seem right?"

"But what's the problem?"

The middle-aged scribe looked at the battle in front of him, and the more he looked, the more strange he felt.

He knew very well how his junior brother fought.

But Qin Shaofeng is also fighting with the same sword, what about his martial arts?

It seems that you haven't done anything except for a phantom trick at the beginning?

"No, Phantom?!"

The middle-aged scribe suddenly realized the problem.

But he reacted a little too late.

Just when he looked towards those phantoms, he noticed that he was just focusing on Qin Shaofeng and his junior brother who were all at war.

The other phantoms have unknowingly groped to his vicinity.

While he shouted out.

A voice that was also Qin Shaofeng had already sounded from behind him.

"That's right, it's a phantom, hahaha..."

"One Sword Frost Frost Fourteen States!"

When Qin Shaofeng's voice sounded, the long sword in his hand slashed down like a sword.

That tyrannical power made the scalp of the middle-aged scribe who suddenly realized the danger go numb.

He had no time to look back.

But it is also conceivable that Qin Shaofeng's preparation for such a long sneak attack is absolutely impossible.

"Defense, open!"

He hurriedly took out a talisman from his sleeve.

The power of qi and blood was running, and the talisman turned into an emerald light flashing around him.

"Drinker, your sneak attack moves are really good, but unfortunately you're just a little Tianyue rank martial cultivator!" The middle-aged scribe finally had time to look back.

The movement here is really not small, so that the middle-aged man also looked over.

"Is that alcoholic over there? How is that possible?!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed.

He could really feel that what he was facing was Qin Shaofeng himself.

Why did Senior Brother even use the defensive talisman that he had treasured for so many years?

in doubt.

He saw the power of Qin Shaofeng's sword.

The sword light flashed a fierce blood color, and there seemed to be some kind of strange death light shining in the blood color.

The middle-aged scribe hadn't had time to turn around, so naturally he couldn't see it.

But he clearly saw that that kind of death aura actually emanated from a strange silver pattern mark on Qin Shaofeng's eyebrows.

"Ghost! Ghost mark! You are actually a silver mark martial artist?!"

The middle-aged man exclaimed.

His shout really startled the middle-aged scribe.

To be able to become a Martial Artist, but to really experience the battle with the ghost clan.

Although silver-marked warriors do not say that they are unique, they are also extremely rare.

That was the existence that had to kill the Ghost Corpse King.

The one he was facing, who seemed to be nothing more than a little Wuxiu in the Tianyue rank, would actually have a silver mark?

Then what kind of terrorist forces must exist behind him?

Could it be that he is a powerhouse secretly cultivated by Beitian?

The middle-aged scribe was shocked.

only.

His thoughts could only go so far.

Just like the conjecture of the middle-aged scribe.

Since Qin Shaofeng has done his best, he will naturally not give him half a chance.

After all, he is the only one who can make a fight here.

Therefore.

The moment he pulled out the sword, he was already struggling with terrifying consumption to display the emptiness of his life.

After the experience of beheading the Titan Giant Ape before.

This sword really has the power of a powerhouse of nothingness.

A sword fell.

The blade of the sword fell directly on the defense of the middle-aged scribe.

This sword had been used rudely for so long by him.

After his full-strength sword slashed down, it was immediately cut into two pieces with the sound of 'dang bang'.

"System prompt: Congratulations to the player Qin Shaofeng for killing one of the strong stars in the rank of Yaoxing, and obtaining 10 points of Yaoxing and 1 point of martial physique."

The system beeps.

However, the defense of the middle-aged scribe did not even show a single ounce of damage.

"Hahaha... I'm really laughing to death, how dare you kill my senior brother with such a sword? Hahaha..." The middle-aged man burst into laughter.

Du Zhixing and Sha Pojun's expressions changed again and again.

In their eyes, Qin Shaofeng is a master of kendo.

After losing the long sword.

He also has to face two Yaoxing powerhouses at the same time. Isn't this going to kill him?

"Master Li, I'll help you stop them, go away!"

Du Zhixing was just stunned for a moment, and then he rushed out.

His sword is broken.

This time, the shot was directly aimed at the middle-aged scribe.

Qin Shaofeng's sword really failed to shake the Fulu defense.

But at the same time that Qin Shaofeng's sword was broken, Fulu's defensive power was also exhausted.

There are many kinds of talismans.

Not everyone can get a defensive talisman for the void.

Defense of the Middle-aged Scribe

Although Fu Lu is strong, it only has the defense of the peak of Yaoxing.

After resisting Qin Shaofeng's full-strength sword, there is no more defensive power left.

It is at this time of waiting.

Du Zhixing, who rushed over with all his strength, had already hugged the middle-aged scribe tightly.

The strange scene appeared again.

The dignified middle-aged scribe who cultivated as a star, like an ordinary person, was hit by him and flew out more than ten meters, and smashed to the ground.

"Huh? Senior brother, why did you get knocked out by a small fifth-order Tianyue ant?" The middle-aged man asked suspiciously.

Du Zhixing, who rushed to the middle-aged scribe, was even more puzzled.

He was already ready to die.

But when he was overwhelmed and looked at the middle-aged scribe, he saw that the middle-aged scribe who felt more threatened to him than the middle-aged man just now had already lost his breath of life.

"Dead, dead?"

Du Zhixing almost stared out his eyes.

"Life is but a dream, only the long sword in my hand is immortal, hahaha..."

Qin Shaofeng's answer is still simple.

In the laughter, he had already rushed towards the middle-aged man.

He was fighting against a middle-aged scribe.

Regardless of whether the middle-aged man has confirmed that he is his true identity, the id he released will not be stagnant in the slightest.

Everything is said to be too late, but in fact it all happened between lightning and flint.

From when he stood down with a sword, to when he left with laughter, it was actually all within one breath.

At the same time he moved.

The long sword in my hand has also smashed the middle-aged man's heavenly defense armor.

"My armor?!"

The middle-aged man finally reacted.

Turn around suddenly.

It was only then that he discovered that when Qin Shaofeng confronted his senior brother, the existence he had mistakenly thought to be a phantom never stopped attacking.

"Isn't this a phantom? How could the phantom smash my defensive armor?" The middle-aged man exclaimed.

"Shh!"

The long sword in my hand was handed over again.

"You bastard, how dare you break my armor while I'm not prepared, I'm going to kill you ah ah ah ah..." The middle-aged man screamed wildly.

The long sword in his hand was still like a sword, and it fell towards the self.