Chapter 288 The Depressed Palm

Tubaling's body trembled.

Qin Hong felt a fluctuation of fear.

But he seems to be sticking to something.

"Then let's talk about it when you break through the formation!"

Tuba Ling snorted angrily, and his figure immediately disappeared into the flying sword formation.

Xiaoyao Qingfeng stood there for a while, turned around and rushed towards the ancient battlefield.

Qin Hong did not chase after him.

Instead, I was a little curious about the Tu Ling tribe.

"It has been sealed for three thousand years... the Qin Empire was the empire three thousand years ago?"

"What is this guardian of the Tu Ling tribe?"

Qin Hong hid his figure and rushed into the formation!

"Bang bang bang!"

Qin Hong still underestimated the formation's sense of crisis. As soon as Qin Hong stepped into the formation, thousands of flying swords stabbed straight towards Qin Hong.

"Three Gods Slash!"

The sword energy was raging, smashing all the flying swords that were bombarded.

Qin Hong immediately headed towards the weak part of the formation that he had felt before.

The power of the flying sword that came from was greatly reduced!

Qin Hong gathered his strength and wanted to directly break the formation.

"Bang bang bang!"

At this moment, strange energy fluctuations in the space, and more than ten figures shrouded under the black robe appeared in front of Qin Hong.

"Who!"

Seeing that he was discovered, Qin Hong did not show any worry.

The Tu Ling tribe does not like killing and has no malice, so there will be no danger.

"I came here just now, but I could hardly see the existence of creatures here. I didn't expect that I would meet people from the Tu Ling tribe here and come here to visit!"

Qin Hong said with a faint smile.

Qin Hong's words did not make the vigilance in these people disappear much.

"You go, we don't welcome outsiders!"

The Tuba Ling, who had appeared before, stood up and said in a deep voice.

"And just now, you should be here too... A little far away from Xiaoyao Qingfeng, he can control the undead, which is very dangerous!"

Qin Hong shook his head.

"I can help you reconcile this formation and resist Xiaoyao Qingfeng! But I need to enter the territory of the nobles and find something!"

Qin Hong said softly.

Wicked energy.

Deep in this mountain, there is evil energy.

It is impossible for Qin Hong to give up easily.

"Hmph, we don't need the help of outsiders, get out of here!" Tuba Ling snorted angrily, and even felt murderous intent.

Qin Hong was a little surprised. When did this milder race have such a terrifying murderous intent?

"You may not be able to stop Xiaoyao Qingfeng with the flying sword formation alone! With his means, there will definitely be more undead people who will be controlled next time!"

"Do you want to see that your race is destroyed by him?"

"Stop!" Tuba Ling snorted angrily, "What does this have to do with you!"

"If you don't leave, I will kill you!"

Qin Hong stood there and looked at Tubaling with a smile.

"Three Thousand Swords!"

Tuba Ling snorted angrily, and his body turned into a black smoke and dust, disappearing instantly.

Afterwards, three thousand flying swords came.

"Bang bang bang!"

The angle of each sword blade is very tricky.

Qin Hong closed his eyes slightly!

Feeling angry!

When the flying swords bombard us, the qi sensation that is triggered is different from wherever we pass.

Even the most tricky angle is, Qin Hong can feel it clearly.

"Lava burst!"

The red sword shadow instantly split into countless ways and collided with the flying sword.

"Bang bang bang!"

This is just the beginning.

More flying swords kept calling towards Qin Hong as if they didn't need to consume energy.

Qin Hong frowned slightly.

Tuba Ling, this is trying to kill him!

A coldness flashed in Qin Hong's eyes.

That's the case.

"Sad Palm!"

Qin Hong snorted angrily.

The palm print in the hand flipped silently and quickly, fusing a touch of soul power, bombarding the space!

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Five palm prints bombarded out in a row.

Each path becomes huge in space, and is tempered by the air and bombards hundreds of meters.

The strength of the palm print has become very terrifying.

It was like a huge palm blocking all the flying swords!

A pinch hard!

"Bang!"

All the flying swords exploded!

Qin Hong smiled.

This kind of attack method was realized from the previous battle with Shadow!

The attack was instantly blasted out, all relying on space tempering.

The power of attack will become stronger.

At the same time, the consumption of oneself is greatly reduced!

"Wood martial arts?"

Tuba Ling said in horror.

Qin Hong also smiled faintly.

The Desolate Soul-Entering Palm uses soul power to activate wood-type energy to attack, and does not require too much skill or training.

Qin Hong's spiritual consciousness is powerful and can be bombarded with ease.

However, without the training with Shadow, the attack power would not be so strong.

Qin Hong smiled indifferently: "I said, I have no malice. If you attack me again, I will not hold back!"

Qin Hong's words were filled with warnings!

But Tuba Ling seemed to have not heard it and glared at Qin Hong angrily.

"Ba Ling, this man is indeed not malicious. Why don't you take him to see the high priest!"

Everyone around them persuaded them.
To be continued...