Chapter 279: Easy to win!

"Good! But not here, it will hinder the delivery of the golden scorpion." Qin Dong performed very refreshingly and agreed to it.
Nine heavy cold snorted, the words of arrogance "Where, pick you up!"
Qin Dong extended his finger to the sky and asked with a provocative question, "Do you dare?"
"You mean air combat?" Jiuzhongtian's brow wrinkled. [
The monks of the first to third grades may have a variety of mysterious body methods, so that their bodies can also stay in the air, but that is only a short time, not a true fly. Only the monks who go up to the fourth level can truly go to the wind and get close to the sky infinitely.
"You are not afraid of it?" Qin Dongmei "Mao" one, continue to provoke.
The danger of air combat is much more dangerous than fighting on the ground. Not to mention the strength, but the state of continuous flight requires deep spiritual strength as a support, not to mention, a series of attacks and defenses in the air, the spirit is not concentrated, the consequences can not be photographed.
Jiuzhongtian "sex" is simple, and the most unacceptable. Qin Dong’s voice has not yet landed, and Jiuzhong will scream and slammed into the air. At the foot of his own strength, the station is stable and stable.
"Kid, look at me, I don't want you to find the teeth on the floor!" Nine heavy vain, pointing to Qin Dong.
Qin Dong is not as eye-catching as the performance of the nine-fold performance. The toes are only a little lighter, and then the whole person gets rid of the restraint of gravity, but it is slow but extremely chic, floating to the height of the nine-fold, and settled. The whole movement does not have the slightest fireworks, but it is as stable as Mount Tai.
When Lin Qingfeng saw this scene, he couldn't help but shook his head. His face was incredible. He said, "This...the repair of this kid is at least a higher level than me!"
Seeing the extraordinary and unconventional ability of Qin Dong, the face of Jin Pingyue and the drunk monk is full of smiles. I don’t dare in my heart anymore, and I am too embarrassed to regard Qin Dong as my own apprentice.
"Good boy, really has two sons!" Qin Dong's calm and calm, let the nine-fold look serious.
"Do not talk nonsense! Let's go!" Qin Dong's hands are flat, open his mind, and put up the posture of 'opening the door to welcome customers'.
As the so-called experts take a shot, they know if there is. This action of Qin Dong looks simple, but in the eyes of Jiuzhong, it is magical to ordinary, so that his eyes suddenly rounded up.
A thick black air flow rises from the foot of Jiuzhong, and in the air, with his mind, constantly changing, and finally condensed into a hand, as if the essence, covering a huge magic knife of half a sky, floating in the nine In front of the body, sparkling with strange light, but also constantly released an invisible pressure, so that the atmosphere of the scene, instantly nervous to the extreme.
"I really didn't expect that in just a few decades, the nine-fold 'knobs and nine changes' have already been cultivated to such a sultry realm!" When the magic knife came out, Lin Qingfeng's heart was a shock.
Jin Pingyue and the drunk monk's cultivation are not as good as Lin Qingfeng. The shock at this time is even more intense than him. They have turned their eyes to Qin Dong, and they do not know how Qin Dong will respond.
"Sanlian gathers top!" Lin Qingfeng exclaimed, only to see three purple "color" lotuses, slowly emerged from the top of Qin Dong.
Aside from Fu Fengming, Jiuzhong is the strongest monk Qin Dong encountered in the human world. At the peak of the fourth level, it is only one step away from the fifth level. Let Qin Dong not dare to underestimate the enemy.
The magic knife is in a powerful position, and the three purple lotuses in Qindong are equally astonished.
The black gas released by the magic knife and the purple awn formed by the purple lotus, the two collide with each other, and the sound of the squeaking sounds. I haven’t officially started the war yet. It’s just like the confrontation of the momentum, it’s already so embarrassing.
Whether it is Lin Qingfeng, Jin Pingyue and Drunk Monk, at this time, all the hearts are mentioned in the eyes of the blind. At the same time, the heart is full of excitement. Such a high-level showdown is not always possible in the human world. have witnessed. [
"This kid..." With the constant collision and confrontation between the two men, the nine hearts are more and more surprised. His momentum has almost been released to the limit, but there is no sign that Qin Dong can't resist. On the contrary, the power from the Qindong side seems to continue to become stronger, but let his heart, from time to time jumped.
"The magic knife nine changes - shocking!" Although Jiuzhong does not want to believe, but he clearly feels that Qin Dong's power is gradually suppressing his effect, dare not delay, roar, black gas rumbling The knife suddenly started, and the rumbling rushed toward Qindong.
The peak of the fourth level is really extraordinary. When the knife comes out, the heavens and the earth become "color", and the clouds rise. The strong strength of the four "shooting", let Lin Qingfeng a few people, all rushed back.
Long Lianping's repair is the worst, and the situation is also the most difficult. The nine-fold move here, Long Lianping can't resist it, sitting on the ground with a slap in the face, the face is pale, the body is like the beast that is irritated. The violent and uneasy boiling up is about to blew itself. Fortunately, Lin Qingfeng saw the machine quickly and kept her in time. If not, Long Lianping is so confused and dead here.
The magic knife moved, and the purple lotus also responded.
Three purple lotuses, one hovering over the top of Qin Dong, to protect the source, the other two also smashed into the magic knife from two directions.
The purple light is lingering, the black air is vertical and horizontal, although there is no sound of the sound of the sky, but the two pounds of spiritual force collide with each other, immediately forming a silver-colored "color" lightning in the sky. At first glance, it is like a crack in the sky.
"Hey!" A sigh of sighs from the mouth of the nine heavy, the magic knife seems to have been hit by the purple lotus, all of a sudden narrowed down more than half, hit a turn, from the two purple lotus pinch, flash In the past, I returned to the nine-fold side. And the nine-faced face has also become iron.
The magic knife subsided, Qinlian's purple lotus took advantage of the situation, and Jiuzhong suddenly fell into a situation of passive beating.
"nnd! This kid is so powerful, he even worshipped us as a teacher. What did he think about it?" The drunken monk's face "color" changed again. When he saw the nine-folder, he was suppressed by Qin Dong in the downwind. Can not stop Zhang mouth.
At this time, Jin Pingyue couldn't help but feel a bit of tingling on his face. When he recalled that he and the drunk monk were vying to grab the apprentice of Qin Dong, he was even more shy and didn't know where to put it. With the cultivation of Qin Dong, when their masters are more than enough!
"The magic knife has changed nine times - against the sky!"
Jiuzhong seems to be eager to "force", and a roar in his mouth, hands clasped together, a slap, the handle of the magic knife, actually split into two, with a burst of thrilling roar, while facing the two purple lotus roots of Qindong In the past, I changed my defensive position and turned to attack.
The nine-fold is desperate, and the two palms dance in the air, and the black spirits are spurting out from his hands, but they are injected into the two magic knives. The two magic knives instantly swelled a lot, and even the light rose a bit more than before.
The drunken monk stared at the air while staring at Lin Qingfeng's shoulder and whispered, "Lao Lin, how do I feel that the nine-fold magic knife is more powerful than your spiritual sword?"
Lin Qingfeng didn't get angry and looked back at him. The drunk monk was arguing about him. However, Lin Qingfeng has confidence, waiting for his cultivation to reach the realm of Qiping, the power of the sword of Spirit will never be worse than the magic knife.
Dangdang! boom!
The two knives hit the two purple lotuses almost at the same time. First, they made a crack of the knife and the heart, and then it was a thunderous sound, and the ears creaked and the heart was horrified.
At the beginning, the two black squirts spit out the black gas, and the two purple lotuses were wrapped up in a fierce manner. But it didn't last long. A purple light pierced the black gas and re-examined it. With the lightning speed, it came to an anti-encirclement, a large piece of purple light, and a silky wrap around the magic knife. The blade, in the narrow eyelids, lowered the magic knife.
After the nine-fold short-lived horror, I also wanted to learn the appearance of Qin Dong, and came to an anti-encirclement. Unfortunately, the same thing, he was powerless.
No matter how he destroys the spiritual power in the body, he can't stop the purple light from swallowing the magic knife. At the same time, Jiuzhong also clearly felt that the purple light filled around was like a knife, and he was cutting off his connection with the magic knife.
Just as the nine-fold mind turned sharply and looked for ways to get rid of the predicament, a purple light, gorgeous and dazzling, like a lightning bolt hit his chest. The purple light is still not in the body, and the fear that is going to be pierced is full of nine hearts. Almost subconscious, the nine-fold initiative to let go of the connection with the magic knife, the whole person like a weightless slamming sound fell from the air back to the ground. [
Before he even stood up from the ground, the magic knives he had honed, under the light of Qin Dong's purple lotus, disappeared, and eventually disappeared without a trace.
Lost! The loss is complete, there is nothing to lose.
The nine-faced face is full of despair and sorrow. The whole person seems to be stupid, standing in the local area, and it is too late to return to God.
Jiuzhong is a very conceited person. Any loss will bring him a big impact. What's more, he lost to Qin Dong this time. In his eyes, "milk" is not dry. Head boy.
Qin Dong sighed and slowly fell back to the ground from the air. Did not bother the nine heavy, did not say anything like comfort, such a blow, only nine to digest themselves, will only benefit him in his future cultivation, without leaving a shadow.
"Qin Dong, you stinky boy, you..." The drunk monk rushed forward with a few steps of anger, pointing to Qin Dong, wanting to get angry, but did not know how to send it.
Jin Pingyue is a bitter smile, but it does not show any angry emotions. After all, this thing can't blame Qin Dong. At the beginning, they were forced to "force" Qin Dong.