Become stronger by accepting disciples: all disciples are rebellious against their master

Chapter 151

Qin Kong was overjoyed to see his disciple's Ice Soul Sword advance, and a smile appeared on his face.

"Zi Yao, good job! Just concentrate on refining the Ice Soul Sword, I'll take care of everything!"

He took advantage of the panic of the people in the Dark Hall, and shuttled through the enemy formation like a ghost. The Bloodthirsty Sword flashed with blood. Every time he swung it, a cultivator fell down, and the people in the Dark Hall were terrified.

Huang Qi gritted his teeth and waved his long sword to resist Qin Kong's attack, but was suppressed by Qin Kong's sword moves, and he had the idea of ​​retreating.

However, behind Huang Qi came Di Jiu's cold voice:

"Those who retreat will die!"

Di Jiu didn't care about the lives of Huang Qi and others at this moment.

When he saw that the Ice Soul Sword was promoted to an innate spiritual treasure, the greed in his eyes was even stronger than before.

Huang Qi knew that if he retreated, he would only die faster. From the moment he joined the Dark Hall, he had no choice.

"Qin Kong, I'll fight you!"

After saying that, he bit his tongue fiercely and spurted a mouthful of blood onto the long sword. The long sword instantly burst into black light, and the blade twisted faintly, as if to break free from the shackles and turn into a real dark night beast.

"Dark Night Soul Devouring Slash!"

Huang Qi roared, and the long sword wrapped in black spiritual power and blood light slashed out a half-moon-shaped sword energy, carrying billowing black smoke, and rushed towards Qin Kong.

Qin Kong was not afraid. He placed the Blood Devouring Sword in front of him, and spiritual power was madly poured into it. The sword body hummed.

"Blood Devouring Star Shattering, Slash!"

A blood-red sword energy spread out from the sword body, facing the black sword energy, and the two collided.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, the spiritual power was agitated, and sand and rocks flew in the valley.

The surrounding mountain walls were shaken by the aftermath and rocks fell.

Qin Kong's sword energy broke Huang Qi's attack, and the sword's momentum did not weaken at all, and continued to slash at Huang Qi.

Huang Qi saw that the "Dark Night Soul Devouring Slash" that he had used with all his strength was broken so easily by Qin Kong, and the blood-red sword energy was still strong.

It surged and terrified his eyes. He could clearly sense the blood-devouring power contained in the sword energy,

which seemed to crush him on the spot.

In a panic, he hastily waved his long sword, trying to resist again, but the moment the long sword came into contact with Qin Kong's sword energy,

"Crack"

several cracks appeared on the blade.

"No!"

Huang Qi screamed, and his body was instantly submerged in Qin Kong's sword energy and turned into ashes.

Di Jiu watched this scene calmly, and his expression did not change at all because of Huang Qi's death.

At this time, two figures suddenly appeared beside Di Jiu and saluted respectfully.

"Xuan San, Xuan Qi, meet Lord Di Jiu!"

Di Jiu looked at the two indifferently.

"You're not too late."

Then, he looked at Qin Kong with contempt.

"I'll leave it to you, don't kill him."

Di Jiu spoke in a haughty tone. In his eyes, Qin Kong was just an ant, not worth his effort.

He was now paying attention to the cultivators around him. Although the innate spiritual treasure was born and the Dark Palace was mysterious and powerful, it was inevitable that some people would not be able to resist the temptation and try to snatch it.

Xuan San and Xuan Qi were agile, wrapped in black clothes, exuding a cold and murderous aura, like a ghost in the dark night.

The two responded to Di Jiu's order and locked their eyes on Qin Kong. Their eyes showed both absolute obedience to the order and a bit of scrutiny and contempt for the prey.

Xuan San was tall and thin, gently waving a folding fan in his hand. The fan was black and the fan bones were shining coldly. He seemed to be gentle and refined, but in fact, the spiritual power in his body was surging, like a dormant evil python.

Xuan Qi was tall, like a moving hillock, carrying a huge sword on his back. The sword was not unsheathed, but it had already exuded a heavy pressure. The runes on the scabbard twisted, like a ghost insect that chose people to bite.

Both of them were in the early stage of refining the void.

"Qin Kong, you are unlucky today. You ran into us brothers."

Xuan San spoke first, his voice was sharp but penetrating, with a hint of sneer on the corner of his mouth. As he spoke, he closed the folding fan in his hand. With a crisp sound of "snap", the tip of the fan pointed at Qin Kong from a distance, and the spiritual power was wrapped around it like black silk thread, which was weird.

Xuan Qi responded in a muffled voice,

"Hmph, surrender obediently and avoid physical pain, otherwise you will be unable to live or die."

After saying that, he grasped the hilt of the sword with his big hand, and made a gesture to pull it out. A powerful black spiritual power spread from the hilt to the sword body, causing the air around it to hum.

Qin Kong saw that the two men were coming fiercely, and his expression became more and more stern. The blood on the blood-sucking sword in his hand was not dry, and it was red and dripping. It reflected a tragic light in the sunlight, just like a killing god who had drunk enough enemy blood.

He raised the corner of his mouth slightly and said lightly:

"Dark Palace? No matter how many minions you send, they will die. Today I will let you see what it means to be a mantis trying to stop a chariot!"

He stomped his feet on the ground, and the soil and rocks splashed. The spiritual power poured into the Yongquan acupoint at the bottom of his feet,The meridians of the whole body were connected, and the clothes fluttered without wind. The aura of the whole body rose steadily. There seemed to be a faint blood-colored light curtain behind him, as if the killing god was coming to the world, and he was unstoppable.

At this time, Chu Ziyao noticed that Qin Kong was facing Xuan San and Xuan Qi alone, and his face was worried. The spiritual power of refining the Ice Soul Sword was a little disordered.

Qin Kong felt Chu Ziyao's abnormality and comforted her loudly:

"Ziyao, concentrate on refining, these two can't do anything to me."

Chu Ziyao saw that Qin Kong was still as confident as usual, so she devoted herself to refining the Ice Soul Sword.

Qin Kong used his spiritual sense to explore the cultivation of Su Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shiyu. The two of them were at a critical moment and could not be disturbed by others. Qin Kong waved his hand and opened all the formations in the Cloud Tower to prevent the movement outside from affecting their cultivation.

Xuan San chuckled upon hearing this,

"You don't know what's going on."

After saying this, he approached like a ghost, and the folding fan in his hand opened instantly, fanning out a series of black gusts of wind. The wind blade was as sharp as a knife, whistling and cutting towards Qin Kong and his apprentice.

Qin Kong dodged to the side, and the Bloodthirsty Sword slashed out horizontally,

"Bloodthirsty Star Shattering, Cut!"

The sword blade collided with the wind blade, and spiritual power splashed, making a loud "booming" sound.

Xuan Qi took this opportunity to unsheathe the giant sword. With a "hum", it was like the roar of an ancient beast. A black sword energy slashed at Qin Kong's back like a streak of silk. Wherever the sword energy passed, a deep gully was plowed out on the ground, and the soil and rocks flew.

Qin Kong tapped his toes lightly, his body spun rapidly, and he swung the Bloodthirsty Sword and shouted coldly.

"Blood-sucking and sky-splitting, cut!"

The blood-colored sword light and the black sword energy collided with each other, and the spiritual power surged, forming a strong shock wave that spread out, blowing the surrounding grass and trees uprooted and shards flying.

Xuan San saw that the black wind he fanned out was so easily resolved by Qin Kong, his face changed slightly, but soon returned to that contemptuous look.

"Hmph, you have some skills, but this is just the beginning."

He swayed and approached Qin Kong again, and the folding fan in his hand turned quickly. The ink snakes on the fan seemed to come alive, turning into black spirit snakes, and pounced on Qin Kong with their teeth and claws.

These spirit snakes exuded a gloomy aura, and their mouths opened wide, revealing sharp fangs, as if they wanted to swallow Qin Kong in one bite.

Qin Kong's eyes were cold, his steps did not stop, and his figure shuttled and dodged like lightning.

The Bloodthirsty Sword danced in his hand tightly, and every swing brought a bloody light, chopping the spirit snakes that pounced on him into pieces.

"You dare to show off in front of me with just this little trick?"

Qin Kong snorted coldly, his tone full of disdain.

Qin Kong knew that the real enemy was Di Jiu, but he could use these two people to buy time for Chu Ziyao and the others.

So, he decided not to kill them easily.