Qin Cheng's pupils shrank, and then he realized that he had only knocked away one of the flying swords, and the remaining eight flying swords were still coming towards his chest.

With a continuous burst of energy, Qin Cheng exploded the last few ancient seals of the God King and knocked seven of them flying again.

But it was too late to dodge the last one, so Qin Cheng reluctantly turned sideways and groaned.

The plane instantly pierced his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.

Qin Cheng took a deep breath, stepped back, and at the same time circulated his breath to stop the bleeding.

Zhao Ding waved his hand, and the nine flying swords gathered together again.

"You are lucky this time, but next time it will be pierced through your heart. Let me see how you can stop it."

Zhao Ding laughed and fired out a lot of spiritual energy. The nine flying swords flashed with brilliance, ready to move.

At this moment, Qin Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the surrounding light curtain. He found that something seemed to be forming above the light curtain.

"Believe it or not, if you draw the sword again this time, you will be the one who is finished." Qin Cheng said.

"Scaring me?" Zhao Ding said with a smile: "You are acting like a ghost now, and you still want to kill me?"

"I don't need to do anything at all. I just need to move my finger and you will die." Qin Cheng pretended to be mysterious.

"You are talking nonsense, you will die this time."

Zhao Ding shouted, and the nine flying swords rushed towards Qin Cheng again.

"Then take a look." Qin Cheng sneered, Tian Ming looked at it, and he immediately saw a red light falling on the light screen like lightning, so Qin Cheng raised his arm and pointed at Zhao Ding.

Qin Cheng decided not to dodge this time. If the punishment of this light screen was not enough to kill or seriously injure Zhao Ding, he would also use the methods of cultivating immortals. Even these nine flying swords could not kill him.

"You want to lie to me when you are about to die." Zhao Ding sneered, watching the flying sword about to penetrate Qincheng.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed something and raised his head suddenly.

I saw a red light in the sky like a falling meteorite, getting bigger and bigger in my pupils.

"What's going on? I haven't won yet, and this light is wrong!"

Zhao Ding was a little confused. By the time he fully realized the danger of this light and his expression changed drastically, it was already too late.

boom!

The red light hit Zhao Ding's body heavily, knocking him down from mid-air and crashing to the ground, creating a deep crater on the top of the mountain.

Even the entire mountain peak trembled slightly.

"Why, why so why?"

Zhao Ding crawled out of the pit, blood spurting from his mouth and seriously injured.

He looked at Qin Cheng in horror. If he hadn't summoned the nine flying swords at the last moment, he would have been dead just now.

Qin Cheng really just moved his fingers, and the formation launched its power to attack him. Could it be that his family opened this sect? But how is that possible?

If not, he didn't understand why the light curtain would attack him.

It is obvious that he is the stronger one, and he is the one who should accept the inheritance the most!

"I said that if you draw your sword again, you will be dead, but you don't believe it." Qin Cheng said slowly as he walked over.

Zhao Ding's complexion changed drastically and he vomited blood again.

At this time, he was completely seriously injured and had no strength to fight.

"Wait, I have something to say." Zhao Ding stretched out his hand to dissuade him: "As long as you leave this inheritance to me, I can recommend you to join the Taoist Sect. You can also..."

"Sorry, not interested."

Qin Cheng shook his head, responded simply, and struck out with a palm.

Zhao Ding's eyes widened and he looked at Qin Cheng's palm, which was getting closer and closer to him.

He reluctantly reached out to stop him, and the palm hit him hard.


Chapter completed!