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Chapter 619 Only One Sword

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    "There is no place for you here, Daoguo stays here, get out!"

    Dongfang Han roared angrily, his domineering and sharp sword intent bloomed in an instant, and he slashed straight at Qin Feng. His sword intent was so strong that he seemed to be able to kill Qin Feng with a single blow.

    There is a slight gap with the top figures, which makes him quite uncomfortable. Qin Feng still dares to be so contemptuous and arrogant, which undoubtedly ignited all his anger, so how can he show mercy.

    However, when the sword strikes, the divine brilliance of the celestial body is destroyed, as if it is indestructible, easily blocking the sword intent, and even Qin Feng keeps walking, as if he is not affected by half.

    This made Dongfang Han's pupils shrink suddenly.

    "Since you made the move, give up the position of Xihua Mountain."

    Qin Feng looked at Dongfang Handao, and the moment the words fell, the thick blood suddenly bloomed, perfectly superimposed with the divine body, and the Blood God Fist burst out.

    With a loud bang, the domineering and sharp sword intent began to explode, and the remaining prestige of the blood mark did not diminish much, and continued to blast towards Dongfang Han, causing his expression to change again.

    "Five levels of blood, how is it possible?"

    Dongfang Han exclaimed in amazement, he was able to break through to the fifth level, which was a great opportunity, even so, it was difficult to do it, this blood sword mountain blood cultivator is unknown, how could he break through two levels in a row, break through the fifth level  Bloody?

    Just when he was terrified, the Blood God Fist pierced through the air, and the overbearing power made him feel a little pressure. He hurriedly restrained his mind, and wisps of divine brilliance bloomed wildly, all of which turned into sword intent, and were finally blasted by the Blood God Fist.  Chopped to pieces.

    "Cold Sword Art!"

    Dongfang Han roared in a solemn voice without any reservations. He was already a little inferior to his peers. If he couldn't suppress even a nameless blood cultivator in Xuejian Mountain, what would he be known as a genius.

    At that moment, an extremely majestic spirit bloomed crazily, and there was an unparalleled frozen chill in it. In just a moment, that space turned into a frosty world, as if everything was about to freeze.

    Yan Guinan who was behind Qin Feng couldn't help shivering. He lowered his head and looked at his body, and found that there was white frost covering him, crazily attacking him, and the blood all over his body had a terrible feeling of congealing.

    Not only that, but even the sense of consciousness seems to be frozen, and the sense of the outside world is rapidly decreasing, as if the whole person will be frozen to death at any time.

    Qin Feng also had this feeling for a moment, as if the blood flow was slowing down, and the sword intent contained in the cold was eroding his flesh and blood body, and even the perception of his soul. In the world he perceived, it seemed that only the extremely cold sword was left  meaning.

    This power is indeed much stronger than Dongfang Han's domineering and sharp sword intent before, but to Qin Feng, it is also very limited.

    "Die to me!"

    Dongfang Han seemed to have absolute confidence in his unique skills. His pupils turned into frost, and he continued to shoot out cold swords. The vast space was filled with the meaning of the cold sword, and everything around him became sluggish.

    Even Qin Feng is the same.

    His footsteps kept slowing down, and finally stopped, as if he couldn't bear Dongfang Han's strength, and was about to be frozen to death on the spot. Seeing this scene, Dongfang Han had a ferocious face, with a strong killing intent.

    However, at this moment, he seemed to perceive something, his expression changed slightly, and he couldn't help but look up, there was an invisible sword intent moving through, constantly breaking the space.

    "Crack."

    In an instant, the sword intent condensed, and the sword disappeared like everything, piercing through the frost covering the world, shattering continuously, the visible sword intent shattered everything, and fell straight towards Dongfang Han.

    This caused Dongfang Han's expression to change wildly, and the cold sword art bloomed to the extreme, filling the space around him, wanting to freeze the sword intent, but the sword disappeared, and the magic was gone, as if piercing the cold sword, piercing through his eyes,  To the depths of his soul.

    In his eyes, the sword is getting closer and closer, as if ignoring everything, penetrating the space, finally.

    "Pfft."

    Dongfang Han's body trembled, all the cold swords were completely shattered, and he opened his mouth to vomit blood. Looking up, a ray of sword intent had penetrated the space and was pointing at his throat.

    Behind the sword intent is Qin Feng.

    With only one sword, it crushed Dongfang Han, and the sword pointed at his throat to control his life and death.

    "So strong!"

    Seeing this, many gods around couldn't help trembling. Even under the Tiandao fruit tree, many people opened their eyes, including Huang Luoge and the others, all looked at Qin Feng in surprise.

    Although Dongfang Han was not considered a top talent, he was not much weaker, but he couldn't even withstand the opponent's sword, and was pointed at the throat by someone.

    It can be seen that the sword repair of this blood sword mountain is extraordinary.

    "That's what makes it interesting." Yin Fengliu looked at this scene, and after a brief moment of surprise, a strong smile appeared on his face. It was a kind of smile when he met a real opponent, and it was a kind of fighting spirit.

    & nbsp; Long before, he had fought against Qin Feng. Although he was not defeated, the opponent did snatch the three Dao fruits from him, so he invited Qin Feng to come to the Tiandao Fruit Tree, wanting to fight again.

    If the opponent can't even achieve enlightenment under the tree, he is not qualified to be his opponent, then his end will only be miserable.

    However, this person did not disappoint him.

    Defeating Dongfang Han with a sword, he is definitely a formidable enemy.

    "You have actually practiced the second form of the Nirvana Sword Art." Dongfang Han couldn't believe it. The opponent's sword was pointed at his throat. The terrifying sword intent seemed to contain the meaning of time, which made him clearly feel his vitality  The sword intent is slowly passing under the attack.

    It seems that the opponent only needs one thought, and the sword intent can make him disappear.

    "Hand over your Dao fruit, and get out of here." Qin Feng pointed at Dongfang Han and said.

    In this Dojo, it is very difficult to kill the opponent, and even if it is possible, it is extremely troublesome to kill the young master of Xihua Mountain in front of so many people.

    If Dongfang Han died in his hands, these people would definitely spread the news, and he would also encounter Xihuashan's wrath of revenge. Although he was not afraid, it was not necessary.

    That's the case, Xihuashan has targeted several times, and it needs to pay some price.

    Dongfang Han's expression was trembling, gloomy and terrifying, and his eyes were fixed on Qin Feng. The killing intent was undisguised, but Qin Feng didn't care, but the sword intent was condensed, and said quietly:

    "If you don't want to, I can do it myself, but you have to think about it, whether you can bear the consequences."

    How could he not pay a price if he wanted to seize his Dao Fruit several times, and although the overall strength of Xihua Mountain is not the strongest, it is not weak, and he will definitely be able to win some Dao Fruit.

    Qin Feng doesn't need that much, but there are always people who need it.

    "I lost this battle, but are you sure you want my Dao Fruit?" Dongfang Han still stared at Qin Feng, and he admitted it, but he still didn't seem to want to hand over the Dao Fruit.

    "It seems that you have already thought it through clearly." Qin Feng did not respond directly, but his sword intent roared, as if he was going to pierce Dongfang Han's throat, forcing him to admit defeat and send it out.

    "I give you."

    Dongfang Han felt Qin Feng's determination, and he didn't dare to hesitate any longer. He immediately stretched out his hand, and seven Dao fruits appeared in his hand, and threw them all to Qin Feng.

    In this section of the Dojo, the aura of Dao Fruit is difficult to conceal, even if it is collected in the storage ring, it will seep out, and it cannot be concealed at all.

    Dongfang Han naturally wouldn't have any small thoughts, and couldn't hide it at all.

    And as Qin Feng said, if he insists on refusing to give, the price will not be affordable for him.

    Although it is said that the Dao Fruit has been robbed at this moment, it is not possible to rob other people before ten days have passed. If you are forced to admit defeat and send it out, you will lose your chance completely.

    Even so, Dongfang Han's expression was gloomy and terrifying, staring at Qin Feng with frosty eyes, and said coldly: "I will remember you."

    "roll!"

    Qin Feng didn't care about his threats, and spit out an indifferent word, Dao fruit is taken, and the position under the Tiandao fruit tree is also for him.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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