While Leng Yuexi and the Palace Master Yuan were locked in fierce combat, Qin Feng was not idle either. He fought against two half-immortals at the same time.
He also kept a close eye on his companions' situation, especially the battle situation on Leng Yuexi's side.
He was initially relieved to see Zhuge Tian and the crane join him, thinking that he would have an advantage in a three-on-one fight, or at the very least, he could help Leng Yuexi share some of the burden.
However, he underestimated the Abyss Palace Master's combat power, which was close to that of a Xuanxian and far exceeded that of a Great Emperor.
Zhuge Tian and the crane were of no help whatsoever; it was entirely up to Leng Yuexi to use the formation to resist.
Qin Feng was very anxious.
He didn't know how much longer Leng Yuexi could hold out, and he wanted to end the battle here quickly so he could go and help.
A cold glint flashed in Qin Feng's eyes, killing intent surged, his aura flared, and his fighting spirit soared as he plotted how to deal with the two.
Gu Ming noticed Qin Feng's change, sneered, and said in a sly tone:
"What? You really want to get rid of the two of us to help that woman? I advise you to take care of yourself first."
Liu Ran's mask had been knocked off by Qin Feng, revealing her pale face. She cautiously reminded him:
"Old Gu, you must not be careless. There's something strange about this kid. I almost fell for his trick just now."
It's a miracle that he could fight both of us half-immortals alone without being defeated; we must not be careless.
That woman's ability to endure under the palace master for so long is quite unusual.
We should hurry up and finish off this kid, then go help the others. Otherwise, when the Palace Master finally has some free time and finds us stuck here for ages, he'll definitely be furious.
Gu Ming nodded upon hearing this, her eyes narrowing dangerously as she coldly said to Qin Feng:
"You want to settle this quickly, kid? Well then, we'll grant your wish. Old Liu, go all out and don't give him a chance."
After Gu Ming and Liu Ran finished discussing, their auras rose again, exceeding the half-immortal realm and approaching the strength of the Palace Master Yuan, but they were still no match for him.
Qin Feng narrowed his eyes upon seeing this. Were these two still holding back?
Gu Ming smiled proudly, "Didn't expect that, did you? You thought that was our strength before? No, this is our true strength now. Haha."
He brandished his ghostly claws, grabbing at Qin Feng with a wild laugh.
Liu Ran, a ruthless and taciturn woman, also drew her sword and followed in Gu Ming's footsteps.
Qin Feng was not afraid at all, but rather delighted.
“Very good, this saves me a lot of trouble. I was just afraid that you would be timid and hide away like cowards.”
Upon hearing this, Gu Ming's anger flared even more. The ghostly claws, gleaming with an eerie light, became even more fierce and sinister, and a mournful sound echoed wherever the claws passed.
"Stop talking nonsense, give me your life, Deadly Claw!"
Liu Ran, who was behind, reminded him, "Old Gu must not be killed; he will be useful to the Palace Master."
Gu Ming snorted coldly, "I can't kill him, but I can teach him a lesson."
The two made no attempt to hide their conversation, and Qin Feng even gave a cold laugh upon hearing it.
Keeping him alive will definitely not be a good thing; what awaits him is probably a fate worse than death.
Qin Feng had already made up his mind. If the other party wanted to fight, then that was exactly what he wanted.
This time, he intends to go all out.
Seeing Gu Ming and Liu Ran charging towards him, Qin Feng did not immediately draw his sword. Instead, he raised his hand, and five five-colored swords immediately appeared.
They are a golden sword, a cyan wooden sword, a blue water sword, a red fire sword, and a yellow earth sword.
With a wave of his hand, he spread the five swords outwards.
At this moment, Gu Ming had already attacked. Qin Feng remained calm and unhurried, thrusting out his Star Sword without any fancy moves to meet the attack head-on.
Clang.
The sword's edge met the ghost's claw.
Sword energy crisscrossed, and eerie light splashed everywhere, creating a somewhat chaotic scene that made it difficult for those outside to see clearly.
After exchanging a blow, both men couldn't help but retreat.
Qin Feng was surprised. "It's indeed much stronger than before. I used to have a slight advantage, but now it's almost even."
Little did Gu Ming know that he was even more surprised than Qin Feng. "How is this possible? I clearly improved my strength, so why am I still slightly at a disadvantage?"
Qin Feng ignored Gu Ming; Liu Ran had already arrived.
This time, Liu Ran was truly determined and going all out to win over Qin Feng.
His longsword, like a demonic dragon, gleamed with a cold, eerie light, and was lunging at Qin Feng with bared fangs and claws.
The sounds of swords clashing and air being pierced were like the roar of a demonic dragon, their immense power as majestic as that of a true dragon.
Seeing this, Qin Feng didn't care. The more imposing the other party's presence, the better, which suited his purposes perfectly.
"Then let the storm rage even more fiercely, Thunder Dragon Soaring to the Sky."
Qin Feng was surrounded by rolling lightning, which crackled and popped all over his body.
The Star Sword was also covered in lightning.
With a sword cry like a dragon's roar, the Star Sword, like a thunder dragon, faced Liu Ran as she charged forward.
The black dragon clashed with the blue thunder dragon.
Who will win and who will lose? We'll find out soon.
Once bitten, twice shy; seeing lightning now casts a deep shadow over him.
His fair face paled slightly; this was how Qin Feng destroyed his ghost mask.
In this way, his indomitable spirit crumbled without a fight.
When Qin Feng saw Liu Ran's momentum wane, he roughly knew what had happened.
When masters clash, the outcome can be decided in an instant.
How could Qin Feng let such a good opportunity slip by?
He made the thunder even more ferocious, and increased the speed and intensity of the attack.
Swish.
They charged forward at lightning speed.
The Star Sword bit down hard on the demonic dragon's throat like a thunder dragon.
The dragon let out a wailing cry as its spiritual light dissipated.
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