Because Song Qidong died mysteriously, two disciples disappeared for no reason. Mr. Song was furious and asked Ye Qin to go to the desert. Then he asked Song Honglin to come out of the mountain. Song Honglin's cultivation stopped moving forward and was about to come out to find opportunities to see if he could make a breakthrough. Then he came to the desert.

At this time, Song Honglin was even more shocked than Ye Qin. He had never been able to enter the earth level after practicing for a lifetime. Ye Qin was so old that he was evenly matched with him. Even if he started practicing ancient martial arts in his womb, he would not have such good skills.

"You... what kind of martial arts are you practicing?" Song Honglin was already in a storm. He was one of the only two elders in the Song family. He thought he could kill the other party by chance, but he didn't know that the other party was so powerful. If he could know that the other party's martial arts might be able to break through the bottleneck.

"Stop talking nonsense, take another punch!"

Having not met such an opponent for a long time, Ye Qin exclaimed interest and punched him again.

"Boom boom boom!"

The two fists intersect continuously, the fist wind overflowed, the sand swirled up, and even the yellow sand under their feet slowly moved.

Ye Qin became more and more excited as he hit, one punch was sharper than the other, and the fist was fierce and domineering. Song Honglin blocked several punches, but after all, he was old and his internal strength gradually disappeared, and he was beaten backwards.

He knew it was impossible to ask the other party's secrets. The other party's internal strength was even higher than that of him. He was even more unfavorable in the future. He drew a long sword on the back list, and the sword light suddenly turned on the counterattack towards Ye Qin.

Ye Qin was in high spirits, but unexpectedly, the old guy suddenly drew his sword and was forced to retreat repeatedly. Without being able to defend himself, a hole was torn into his cuffs by the sword energy.

Song Honglin was in power and was unforgivable. When the sword flower shook, three cold stars attacked Ye Qin's three acupoints on his chest.

Ye Qin snorted coldly, instead of retreating, and suddenly punched out into the sword curtain.

"court death!"

Song Honglin didn't expect that the other party would punch his sword with boxing. How could the flesh and blood body compete with the long sword? He even tighterly activated the sword force to kill Ye Qin.

"Bang!" Ye Qin's punch that poured his true energy not only penetrated the sword curtain, but also hit the sword. The long sword kept buzzing, and the long sword was beaten aside, and the attack was immediately displaced. Ye Qin drove straight in and punched out again. In the face of absolute strength, any fancy moves were airs.

Song Honglin was even more shocked. He could never have thought that the other party could fight against the sword with bare hands. He was already the mortal enemy of the Song family. If he could not get rid of it today, the Song family might face a catastrophe. Therefore, the sword recoiled towards the opponent's arm, and the two of them were entangled together again. After all, their skills were comparable. Ye Qin was young and had a wealth of killings, and his moves were simple and effective, but it was not so easy to defeat the opponent.

The two were fighting, and Song Honglin suddenly found that the sand behind Ye Qin was spinning rapidly, and the speed was getting faster and faster, extending towards the direction of the two fighting.

"Sand spin!"

Song Honglin was delighted that he would not be able to beat him for a while. If he could force him into the sand spin, under the huge suction force formed by the quicksand rotation, he would definitely be buried in the desert.

"Storm and rain!"

The sword light shook, and Song Honglin let out a long roar, and a sword that had condensed his lifelong skills swept towards Ye Qin. The sword light formed a silver curtain wall and forced Ye Qin.

If he hadn't discovered Sha Xuan, Song Honglin would not have dared to work so hard, and concentrate his life's strength on one move. If he could not seriously damage the other party, his internal strength would inevitably be controlled by others. But now he is very confident. He believes that even if he cannot kill the other party, he will inevitably force him into the quicksand and destroy him with the help of nature.

The sword energy was so strong that Ye Qin did not dare to swing his fist and hit the long sword again, but he had the advantage that ancient martial arts practitioners did not have. He had the spiritual sense that he had already swept the quicksand behind him had already formed, and what he was waiting for was Song Honglin's full blow.

Suddenly, the Wuliang Trat spear appeared in his hand, and Ye Qin activated his true energy and attacked with all his strength. The spear carried the sound of ghost crying and wind, which drove the murderous aura around him into the sword curtain like a drill bit.

"Dangdang, puff!"

The spear is a blood tribe ghost weapon. Although Song Honglin's deep skills were also affected, his mind was stunned. When he discovered it, he had exhausted his moves and could not be avoided. The spear penetrated the sword curtain with an unstoppable force, passing through his chest, and a bunch of blood mist splattered, and Song Honglin's mouth was sprayed with blood and was penetrated by the spear.

Tragot is a ghost weapon, so naturally it is not an ordinary long sword that can match it. The long sword hits the Tragot spear and shatters pieces and is hit into iron sheets and splashes out.

Ye Qin shook his hand and threw the dead body towards Sha Xuan behind him. Song Honglin's body was instantly gnawed by the rolling sand and disappeared. Ye Qin's body bounced up with the force of swinging and flew towards the edge of Sha Xuan.

But something unexpected happened to him. The formation of quicksand was without warning, and the speed was even more amazing. When he wanted to fall, he found that his feet were also rotating rapidly. The suction force generated by the huge vortex might swallow him at any time.

In desperation, Ye Qin could only put away his spear and hit him down with his palms, while lifting his breath and lightening his body, hoping to fly out with the help of a blow.

His wish was indeed realized, and his body was pulled up half a meter, but the palm wind he had shot was swallowed by the vortex, and his body moved only a few inches to the side, and then fell towards the vortex at a faster speed.

At this time, Ye Qin realized that in the face of the power of nature, the power of human beings seemed so small. Although he had experienced escaping under extremely dangerous situations many times, this time he felt that he was really powerless and was waiting to be swept away by quicksand and buried in the ground. Whether he could come out at that time depends entirely on luck.

Just when Ye Qin was desperate, he suddenly felt his waist tightening, and then his body lightened and flew outside the quicksand.

"Hmm? Someone helped me!"

Ye Qin turned around and saw a stunning tall girl standing in front of her, with a pair of gray-brown, big foggy eyes, a tall and elegant nose as delicate as ivory carvings, a fair and flawless face, and a slightly pointed chin raised an attractive curve, and black hair flowed down from her crystal clear and jade-like ears.

The girl was wearing a sky blue arrow sleeve gown, a blue ribbon tied up her slender waist, outlining her perky round buttocks, her breasts were full, and her innocent smile on her face, she looked like an angel in the legend of the Western world, innocent and charming.

Seeing him looking at him blankly, the girl smiled indifferently, held up the two pear nests beside her cheeks, and shook her wrist and put away the ribbon tied to Ye Qin.

"Amanda!" Ye Qin took a step forward and reached out to grab her.

The girl hurriedly took two steps back and said unhappy: "Please respect yourself, my Dharma name is Jingxian, it is not Amanda!"

Ye Qin then noticed that the Italian girl in her eyes actually had a Taoist bun on her head, and she was dressed as a Taoist nun.

Did you recognize the wrong person? Isn't this Amanda? But why is it so similar? Ye Qin was stunned. A middle-aged female Taoist nun behind the girl shouted: "Jingxian, why are you talking about such a scoundrel? Go away quickly!"

Jingxian immediately turned around and ran back. Only then did Ye Qin notice that behind her was a middle-aged Taoist nun with a pretty appearance and delicate skin and a young female Taoist nun.
Chapter completed!