Chapter 270: Crack

A struggling and uncomfortable expression appeared on Yang Qiancong's face. Zhou Ming had an urge to use his mental power to forcibly interrupt Han Jian's mind control over Yang Qiancong. But this is a contest between the spirit and the soul. He doesn't know whether he can successfully crack Han Jian's pupil technique.
Although Chen Ziwen had competed with monks with profound pupils before, they all used mental attacks to forcibly break their pupil skills.
Yang Qiancong did not possess divine consciousness, and if he added his divine knowledge, she would not know whether she could withstand such a fierce spiritual confrontation.
Zhou Ming didn't want to waste any more time. He could see that Yang Qiancong's expression had begun to calm down, and if she continued like this, her ultimate fate would definitely be controlled by Han Jian, thus becoming Han Jian's sword slave.
In Yang Qiancong's mind, the golden villain of Han Jian had already arrived in front of her soul, and a terrifying force acted on her soul, completely restraining it.
Han Jian saw that Zhou Ming didn't dare to do anything to himself, so he used the Golden Light Eye on Yang Qiansong so unscrupulously.
Han Jian didn’t know the relationship between Zhou Ming and Yang Qiancong, but he could see that Zhou Ming had a kind heart, and he controlled Yang Qiancong’s mind. He would definitely not dare to act rashly, unless he wanted Yang Qiancong’s The soul falls.
Jin Mang’s pupil is Han Jian’s biggest hole card. Generally, he will not easily reveal it in front of people. But today, he has to use his own hole card. Because Yang Qiancong possesses this innate spirit body, she must let her Become his sword slave.
The pupil technique used by Han Jian is called the Golden Light Illusion Art. With the Golden Light pupil exuding golden light, it can confuse and seize people's minds, thereby manipulating the souls of others.
What Yang Qiancong sees now is nothing but the false vision that Han Jian arranged in her mind, which is the so-called phantom. As long as Yang Qiancong thinks that the golden villain has left a mark on her soul, she is tantamount to passively accepting the concept of a mark on her soul. At that time, Han Jian's soul sword mark will automatically be generated on Yang Qiansong's soul, and she will naturally become Han Jian's sword slave.
The golden sword tip, with a sharpness, pierced Yang Qiancong's soul in the blink of an eye. Yang Qiancong was a little desperate, and gradually wanted to give up resistance.
"do not give up!"
A voice rang in Yang Qiancong’s mind. In front of her soul, there was a young man in a black long dress. Holding a black long sword in his hand, it directly pierced the body of the golden figure. A faint smile appeared.
As soon as the picture turned, Yang Qiancong suddenly became sober. She saw Han Jian's golden eyes staring at her, and quickly stepped back, hiding behind Zhou Ming.
At this time, Zhou Ming opened his eyes, stretched out his hand and rubbed Yang Qiancong's fiery red end, and smiled slightly.
Yang Qiancong's face was reddened, and seeing Zhou Ming's smile, a warm current suddenly flowed in her heart, and her whole body was relieved.
"How is it possible? Why can you break the golden illusion?!"
Han Jian's whole figure seemed to be delayed, and only then did the golden light from his eyes dissipate, looked at Zhou Ming incredulously, and cried out in horror.
In those few short seconds, Han Jian almost experienced the most terrifying ups and downs in his life.
He had already completely controlled Yang Qiancong's mind. Just when Yang Qiancong was about to accept that there would be a mark on the soul, a black sword stabbed over. It was a simple and ordinary black sword.
It was just such a sword that pierced the illusion he had created in Yang Qiancong’s mind. Then, the black tip of the sword got closer and closer to his eyes, almost as if it was about to pierce his golden eyes. Come here.
Just when he was panicked, the black sword disappeared, as if it hadn't appeared at all, and disappeared directly in front of Han Jian.
When he slowed down, Yang Qiansong had already stood behind Zhou Ming, and Zhou Ming was looking at him with a smile at this time.
He knew that his golden light illusion was destroyed by Zhou Ming, and completely destroyed by Zhou Ming's mental power.
And when Han Jian saw that Yang Qiancong still had a clever look in her eyes, he knew that Yang Qiancong's soul source had not suffered any harm.
In a monk who has no knowledge of the sea, to do such a thing, how detailed is the control of mental power required? Horror, yes, after Han Jian knew that Zhou Ming could control his mental power to this level, he really felt the fear from the depths of his heart.
This person is too weird and too unfathomable!
"There is nothing impossible. It is a waste of the Golden Light on you. You need to use illusion to control the mind of others. I can only say that you are just rubbish.
Zhou Ming's eyes were sharp and sharp, and he mocked unabashedly.
He understood that Han Jian must have suffered a huge blow at this time, Jian Xiu had an arrogance in his heart, let alone a sword repairer with profound pupils like Han Jian.
Han Jian thought that he was born with a pair of profound pupils, which would have more luck and advantages than most monks, and he was extremely proud in his heart.
But now Zhou Ming's appearance has crushed the arrogance in his heart, and even made his mood a little unstable.
It was naturally impossible for Zhou Ming to miss such a good opportunity. A word directly shattered Han Jian's most basic confidence as a monk.
Now Han Jian doubted himself a little bit, as Zhou Ming said, it was a mistake that the golden eyes were born on him.
The pupil technique is an extremely difficult technique in the realm of cultivation. Not only the conditions are harsh, but it is also time-consuming and laborious to find all kinds of heavenly materials and treasures to raise the pupil.
And Han Jian is now the realm of pupil art. Compared with ordinary monks, his efforts have surpassed most people, but now Zhou Ming's words have directly affected his Dao Xin.
wrong! He wants to influence my Dao Xin!
Han Jian practiced kendo, and his will was so strong that he immediately realized something was wrong. I am a sword cultivator. I am cultivating a sword. The sword is my destiny. Although I am born with a profound pupil, this is just an opportunity and assistance in my cultivation.
Soon, Han Jian's Dao Heart became firm again, and a golden sword shadow flashed in his eyes.
"Chang!"
A sharp and sharp blast, the Canyang sword in Han Jian's hand exudes a sword intent.
"Zhou Ming, you want to ruin my Dao Xin!"
The Can Yang sword pointed at the black-clothed youth in the quiet room, and Han Jian's expression was extremely cold for a while. Now Zhou Ming not only destroyed the sword slave he was about to train, but also almost made him lose his heart. This hatred is no longer common. Dai Tian.
Zhou Ming smiled disdainfully, and said coldly: "The Dao Xin that can be destroyed by one sentence, it seems that the kendo you cultivate is not very good."
Han Jian was furious, and what a sword repairer could not hear was that others insulted the swordsmanship he cultivated. For a sword repairman, insulting a swordsman is like slaughtering his parents.
"You...well, today I will show you what is the real kendo."
Han Jian held the Resplendent Yang Sword in his hand, and the whole person exuded the upright golden sword intent. With his footsteps, the whole person turned into a remnant rainbow, and the sword pierced Zhou Ming!
On the surface of Han Jian, he was aggressive, trying to kill Zhou Ming. In fact, his gaze was not on Zhou Ming at all, but stared at Yang Qiansong behind Zhou Ming.
"It turns out that this is what you call Kendo."
Zhou Ming chuckled, his eyes even more disdainful. Said it is kendo, it is better to say that it is cheap.
He naturally saw the purpose of Han Jian, it was this time, this guy didn't give up. He took a step forward, and his whole body was blocking Yang Qiancong.
"boom!"
A huge burst of energy exploded, and large cracks appeared on the floor in this quiet room. Zhou Ming held the sword body of the Can Yang Sword with one hand, and his shoulder directly hit Han Jian's chest.
Han Jian was blasted out again, this time there was no blast, because he directly rushed out of the gap he had just hit, without even a trace of smoke.
Zhou Ming flew out after Han Jian, haha ​​laughed: "There are back and forth, it really suits you."
Han Jian's anger has already rushed into his heart. He glared at Zhou Ming and said: "What a demon, he is so utterly and disobedient, but has insulted my kendo sect many times. Today, you can't keep it!"
When the voice fell, a golden glow flew towards Zhou Ming.
Zhou Mingshan didn't flash, and he smashed the golden light with one punch. He couldn't help but sneered: "I insulted only you rubbish, but don't give me this imaginary hat."
"Insulting me is equivalent to insulting the entire Sword Sect!"
Han Jian paused with his right hand, the sword suddenly rose, and the whole person pulled out a golden sword light in the sky, and slashed towards Zhou Ming.
"boom!"
There was a loud noise from high above, Zhou Ming slapped the golden sword of Han Jian with a palm, and directly pinched the smashed Sun Yang sword with his right hand.
At this time, there were only a few logistics personnel stationed at the headquarters of the Polar Guard Pavilion, and the fighting above the sky naturally attracted the attention of many people. Standing on the square below, they looked at the shadows of the sky, and they all paled in shock.
Zhou Ming and the others may not know each other well, but they know the cold sword in the sky very well.
Han Jian came to the headquarters of the Guardian Pavilion in the Polar Region half a month ago. After seeing Han Jian, Ning Chenfeng's attitude was very respectful, and he deliberately vacated the uppermost layer of the Guard Pavilion. I heard that it was to maintain absolute silence. It disturbs Han Jian's cultivation.
In the face of such a senior, except for the few days that Han Jian had just met with them, at other times, Han Jian was cultivating alone in the uppermost quiet room.
And because of Ning Chenfeng's order, their source guards dare not go up and disturb Han Jian. Now that they saw Han Jian fighting another person high in the sky, they were naturally very surprised.
Ning Chenfeng warned them not to disturb Han Jian under any circumstances, and also vaguely revealed to them that Han Jian was stronger than him.
For Ning Chenfeng's words, they are naturally sure about it, but what they don't understand is who on earth is that shocked the senior Han Jian?
Zhou Ming squeezed the sword of Canyang Sword, his face couldn't help showing a hint of curiosity, "Oh? If Sword Sect is really represented by a scum like you, then it is really the shame of the Profound Sect."
As he said, he let go of his right hand, kicked out abruptly, and kicked Hanjian out!
Han Jian shook his head and stopped his retreating figure. While astonished at Zhou Ming's horror, he contemplated Zhou Ming's words just now.
Hearing Zhou Ming's tone, he knew the existence of Xuanmen, and also knew their sword sect very well. He was probably a monk in the spirit world.
After learning this, Han Jian slid, and Canyang Sword pulled back, rushing towards Zhou Ming like a bird.
Zhou Ming didn't wait for Han Jian to attack, but he shot him with a palm, the golden lotus shadow bloomed, and a palm print was mixed in it, carrying this unparalleled sharpness and thickness, and blasted Han Jian.
Feeling the sharpness and heaviness contained in this palm, Han Jian's face changed slightly, this sharp feeling...Is it Jin Geng's body? !
He flashed sideways, a sword struck his palm, and the impact of the golden lotus shadow exploded to disperse the dark clouds in the sky!
Han Jian stood in the distance staring at Zhou Ming, and a divine sense swept over directly.
How could Zhou Ming let Han Jian's divine sense explore him? His sea-conscious mental power immediately exploded, and the two divine senses met instantly in the sky.
"Om!"
A hum that cannot be heard by human ears came from high above, and Zhou Ming and Han Jian both retreated for a while.
Han Jian's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth overflowed with redness. Zhou Ming stood quietly in the sky with a cold face.
Han Jian reached out his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, secretly expressing his eagerness. The sharpness and heaviness in the palm of Zhou Ming just now made him extremely eager to find out whether Zhou Ming is a congenital body. Therefore, he habitually used God. Knowledge probe.
However, he had forgotten that he was the loser in the previous mental confrontation with Zhou Ming.
The seal in the body allowed Han Jian to only exert the strength of the spiritual cultivation in the middle of the foundation building, and Zhou Ming must now also seal the strength in the body, and the cultivation level displayed was only nine levels of Qi refining, but under such equal conditions, He actually lost to Zhou Ming.
Han Jian was a little unwilling, the sword slave confiscated the harvest, and Zhou Ming was placed in the lower realm. Now his inner anger has burned to the extreme.
"Spirit Skill•Ling Tianquan!"
Han Jian's Canyang sword turned and flew over his left hand. With his right hand, he turned into a fist, and the spirits of the world surged, turning into a spirit fist and blasted in front of Zhou Ming!
"Blasting punch!"
Zhou Ming also blasted out with a punch, fist-to-fist!
With the powerful physical strength and the late stage cultivation base of the Divine Martial Realm, Zhou Ming's blasting fist has now reached a very terrifying realm.
A solid fist stamp hit the air, and a circle of pale white air waves appeared above the sky.
The people on the ground watched the two fists collide in the sky, and the exaggerated power fluctuations caused them to have a visual stop. In their eyes, the two fists in the sky moved very slowly, and it took a long time to touch each other.
"boom!"
The clouds in the sky all collapsed, and the two attacks met in an instant. The airflow was driven by the aftermath of residual energy, causing the sky and the earth to swirl.
The violent wind blew into the quiet room, the already broken quiet room was full of smoke and dust at this time, and Yang Qiansong couldn't open her eyes.
Zhou Ming's long hair danced wildly. Even though his body was strong, he still condensed an energy shield, and then gently pushed forward with a palm, using a gentle force to offset most of the energy impact.
His purpose is to protect the guard tower headquarters building behind him.
But just as Zhou Ming counteracted this shock, Han Jian's bitter voice sounded again.
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