Martial arts training ground.
Zhou Ran looked at the sword light that was about to fall on Qin Feng's chest and felt a little anxious.
If a cultivator who has reached the great perfection of foundation building is attacked by a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage, does he still have a chance?
That's a huge difference of two levels.
Nothing else to say.
Thousands of feet of sword energy, this alone can illustrate Qin Feng's talent.
After all, even if a Nascent Soul cultivator used all his strength to concentrate his spiritual power and cast spells, the range would only be a thousand feet.
Qin Feng turned his head slightly and sneered.
Gently swing the sword.
The sword light that was about to fall on him shattered in an instant.
"No, impossible!"
The young man who slashed at Qin Feng had bloodshot eyes and roared.
He is a cultivator in the late Nascent Soul stage.
In their sect, that is a Saint Son-level existence.
How could a little loser who had just reached the great perfection of foundation building break his attack so easily?
There were exclamations in the martial arts arena.
"What the hell is this?"
"The attack of the late Nascent Soul stage was broken so easily?"
“It must be fake!”
"This is too fake. That kid is only at the Great Perfection of Foundation Establishment."
The crowd was excited.
Most of those present were cultivators who had reached the Great Perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.
Being at the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, how could they not know what the strength of the Nascent Soul Realm was like?
But what the hell is this scene in front of me?
Sword light fell from the sky.
Directly immersed in the crowd!
“Boom!”
The blood mist exploded directly.
At this moment, the number of tens of thousands of monks was reduced to eight thousand.
Qin Feng rushed out!
Like a stream of light, he came directly to the center of the crowd.
Sword energy burst out from Qin Feng.
The sword force enveloped the body for hundreds of feet.
When the Nascent Soul reaches perfection, the body solidifies.
In the martial arts arena, a group of people were even more shocked.
"Sword Intent! Sword Intent! Damn, this kid has Sword Intent!"
The roar was almost insane.
Qin Feng draws his sword!
In an instant, dozens of thousand-foot sword beams burst out!
With him as the center, it covers an area of three thousand feet around him.
All-round coverage except the direction of Linnan.
“Boom!”
The yellow sand dances.
Only the sword light flickered in the yellow sand.
Martial arts arena!
Looking at the sky suddenly covered with yellow sand, countless people looked anxious and scratched their heads.
"Deacon Zhou, don't just stand there and watch. Quickly use the formation to remove the yellow sand."
"It's so frustrating. At the critical moment, you can't see. Isn't this disgusting?"
"Deacon Zhou, why are you still standing there? Do you know how to work? Why won't you let me do it?"
The roar exploded.
Zhou Ran looked dazed, and the spiritual power in his body rapidly flowed into the core of the formation.
In an instant, the yellow sand disappeared.
Countless corpses appeared in front of everyone.
Sixty-five thousand four hundred and thirty-two monks.
At this time, there were only 3,800 monks alive.
They looked horrified, their legs trembling, and they looked at Qin Feng as if he were the god of death.
Seeing this scene, the entire training ground was in dead silence.
"No, there were over 65,000 people, and there were over 30,000 Nascent Soul cultivators. Just like that? Gone?"
"Ah! What happened? Someone answer me, answer me!"
There were screams of surprise.
Everyone looked horrified.
And Qin Feng rushed out again.
"Qin Feng, let us do it, don't do it yourself." Wang Xu suddenly shouted.
In an instant, he disappeared.
If all these people were killed by Qin Feng, how could they become Qin Feng's direct disciples and how could they still stay around Qin Feng?
A fifth-level sect like the Wansheng Palace has a strict hierarchy.
Outer disciples and direct disciples are completely on different levels.
The most important thing is that Qin Feng dislikes them a little.
If Qin Feng killed everyone, it would be difficult for them to see Qin Feng again.
So, he had to take action.
Qin Feng, who was at the peak of foundation building, was killing people at the peak of Nascent Soul.
It's reasonable for him, a Jindan, to kill Yuanying cultivators at will.
Blood-red threads burst out from Wang Xu's hands.
They were like flowing lights, and in an instant, they fell on more than 3,000 monks thousands of feet away.
Wang Xu waved gently.
More than three thousand monks had their heads separated.
Looking at this scene, Qin Feng's pupils constricted.
He turned around suddenly and looked at Wang Xu with horror.
This guy actually killed everyone?
Where does this guy come from? Why is he so powerful?
Among the more than 3,000 cultivators, there are more than 900 who have reached the great perfection of the Nascent Soul stage.
Is this Zhongzhou? There are so many evildoers like dogs?
"Hehe, how is it?" Wang Xu came to Qin Feng and smiled indifferently.
The confidence that emanated from his bones made Qin Feng's mouth twitch.
Could it be that this guy has the confidence to be so presumptuous in Yipin Building?
Good, good, good
Playing the pig to eat the tiger, right?
At this time, the martial arts arena of the All Saints Palace had been completely blown up.
"No, what is this?"
"Golden Core Stage 1, killing 3,000 Yuanying cultivators in the blink of an eye? 900 of them were Yuanying Great Perfection cultivators???"
"You're just teasing me!"
"How the hell is this possible!"
Tens of thousands of people were completely dumbfounded at this point.
Even my scalp tingles.
Since when did it become so easy for Foundation Establishment and Golden Core to kill Nascent Soul Great Perfection?
"Master Deacon Zhou Ran, is this an illusion you created to fool us?"
"Answer yes!"
“Hurry, hurry, hurry!”
Some people can't stand it anymore.
They practiced in the All Saints Palace for hundreds of years before they broke through to the Nascent Soul stage.
And now, just two people can come out and kill a Yuanying Great Perfection cultivator as easily as killing a dog?
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