Chapter 14 Fierce Battle

"Kid, you're dead this time!" The old man in black robe sneered and gave a wink at the middle-aged man beside him. Suddenly, the two carefully blocked Qin Bing's road.

"Hmm!" Looking at the two opposite, Qin Bing snorted coldly, but did not leave his intention. The other party's ability to explore was obviously not weak, and he could only be chased and killed by the other party. It's better to make a break here.

"Kill my brother, today is your death!" The middle-aged man smiled ferociously, his body shook slightly, and turned into a dark shadow and rushed to Qin Bing.

"Seven Kill Swords!" With a fierce shout, a rainstorm of sword light suddenly shot out of the middle-aged man's hand.

"Come back, if it were the innate limit, I might still be afraid of two points, but now you are looking for death!" Looking at the sharp sword light, Qin Bing couldn't help smiling and his body did not retreat. The long gun in his hand suddenly turned into a silver light and hit the sword light.

"Boom!"

A loud noise came from the attack, and then a figure quickly withdrew from the flying soil.

"This boy actually broke the seven-kill sword with brute force. Is it luck or does he really know the flaw of the seven-kill sword?" The middle-aged man who retreated to the old man looked at the blue-shirted teenager riding on the white tiger with a solemn face.

"Seventh brother, this boy's level is higher than yours, and his shooting skills are not bad. Only when you and I work together can we be sure to beat him." Seeing the ugly face of the middle-aged man, the old man said quickly.

In fact, when it comes to the realm of old men and middle-aged men, they naturally understand that even the power of the same martial arts by different people is different, but by Qin Bing, a teenager under 20 years old, broke his sword moves, and the middle-aged man who has been famous for many years is still a little unacceptable for a while.

"Good!" The middle-aged man nodded. Through the blow just now, he knew that he was not the opponent of the teenager opposite at all. Only when the two of them shot at the same time could they defeat each other.

"Kill!" The two shouted in a low voice, and their bodies flashed, one left and one right, turning into two dark shadows to kill Qin Bing.

"Xiao Bai, try your best to deal with that middle-aged man!" Feeling the two warriors rushing towards him, Qin Bing quickly said to **.

Among the black-robed warriors, the strength of the middle-aged man is only a realm higher than that of Qin Bing in the late innate period, while the strength of the old man is the same as that of Qin Bing. Although Qin Bing can fight against the innate limit with the help of Xiaobai, it is only a battle. Even he is not sure who will win or lose without using spiritual weapons. Persimmon naturally wants to jump softly, so Qin Bing set his target as a middle-aged man as soon as he started.

"This boy..." Looking at Qin Bing, who killed him, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly, and his heart was angry and angry, but he had no intention of retreating!

"7 kills!" With a fierce shout, a strong murderous spirit gushed out of the middle-aged man's body in an instant, and a white sword light roared at the attacking Qin Bing.

"Break it!" The true qi in the body instantly poured into the long gun, the arm shook violently, and a gun shadow burst out like lightning.

"Boom!" The sword light was broken, and the man in black robe retreated quickly. The long sword in his hand was pulled, and several sharp sword lights shot at Qin Bing.

"This guy is really cunning!" Looking at the man in black who did not intend to touch him at all, Qin Bing also felt helpless. Although he was sure to kill the man in black one-on-one, the other party was just entangled with him and waited for the old man in black on the other side to come. Even if he wants to take action, he can't find any suitable opportunity.

"Spiritual Silence!" A flash of murder in his eyes, Qin Bing's five fingers changed, and his index finger suddenly pointed out. Suddenly, a pale white momentum spit out from his index finger, like thunder, mixed with a harsh gas explosion, and shot at the man in black robe.

"7 kills!" Feeling the terrible power contained in this pale white vigor, the man's face suddenly changed, and the true qi in his body burst out unreservedly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a white light to meet the momentum.

"Ding!" The sound of gold and iron came from the intersection, and the next moment the sword in the hand of the man in black robe also came a crisp buzz.

"What a horrible finger!" Feeling the numb tiger's mouth, the man in black suddenly became extremely ugly, and there was a trace of fear in Qin Bing's eyes. If the previous battle let him know that Qin Bing's strength is stronger than him, then this battle will make him understand that as long as he has the slightest deviation in the battle, he may be killed by the other party. Qin Bing already has this strength!

"The old guy came so fast!" Feeling the breath getting closer and closer behind him, Qin Bing frowned slightly and had to shake his head and patted the little white under his body. The two instantly turned into a white shadow and retreated.

"Seventh brother, are you all right?" Looking at Qin Bing retreating, the old man did not chase him, but quickly came to the man in black.

"I'm fine!" The man shook his head and said in a low voice, "Fourth brother, this boy is very strong. I'm afraid there is no innate limit. We are not his opponents at all."

"Innate limit!" Hearing this, the old man's face suddenly sank and frowned. The strength of the two of them did not reach the innate limit. There is only one way to have the innate limit of strength, which is to take Qisha Dan. However, who is willing to use the serious side effects of Qishuadan before the critical moment of life and death?

"Let me do it!" After a moment of silence, the old man suddenly said.

At this time, the two can completely choose to leave, but as soon as this idea rose, the old man gave up. In just one year, Qin Bing practiced from the middle of nature to the peak of nature. The strength that does not move the congenital limit is not his opponent at all. If he is given some more time, how much can he develop?

The hatred between the Seven Killing Gate and Qin Bing has long been doomed. As the second sect of the Mingyan Dynasty, it is impossible for it to compromise Qin Bing. In that way, the moment when this hatred is formed, it is doomed not to be resolved. Perhaps if the Seven Kills Gate does not take action against Qin Bing, Qin Bing will not take the initiative to provoke the Seven Kills Gate, but it is impossible not to avenge the three innate warriors who died in Shu. Now Qin Bing certainly has potential. But no matter how potential there is, as long as you don't grow up, there will be no threat. If there is a threat, just kill it!

"Fourth brother, you..." Hearing this, the middle-aged man's face changed slightly and looked at the old man in surprise.

Naturally, if you want to be sure to take Qin Bing at this time, it is naturally taken by a middle-aged man, a slightly less powerful warrior. In this way, the strength of besieging Qin Bing can be maximized.

"Seventh brother, I have lived for 70 or 80 years. In this life, I don't think there is any hope to break through Wusheng, but you still have a chance." The old man smiled.

Both of them are very clear about the side effects of Qishadan. Once taken, they will never have a chance to hit Wusheng in their lives, and even Shouyuan will lose half of it. Under such circumstances, the two could not find any other way to deal with Qin Bing except Qi Shidan.

"Qidan!" Looking at the old man in black robe holding a black elixir in his hand, Qin Bing's pupils couldn't help shrinking. This elixir was the kind of elixir taken by Wang Qi and Di Chen during the Wang family's war.

"This old man is going to work hard!" Looking at the old man who swallowed the seven evil elixir and instantly reached the innate limit, Qin Bing's face suddenly became extremely solemn.

"Ky, take your life!" A fierce shout came, and the old man's body shook out like lightning, with a rapid gas explosion and pounce on Qin Bing.

"Seven Kill Swords!" The sword light like a rainstorm shot from the old man two feet away from Qin Bing and rushed to Qin Bing like a tide.

"What a fast sword!" The innate extreme use of seven-kill swords is not comparable to the swordsmanship of that middle-aged man. It is impossible for Qin Bing to break through with brute force.

"Block me!" With a big shout, Qin Bing's congenital innocence in his body ran wildly, and the gun in his hand suddenly turned into a white light curtain to cover his figure.

"Ding~Ding~" a crisp sound of gold and iron, constantly coming out from the impact. The white light curtain was as white as an umbrella, blocking the sharp sword light one after another.

"7 kills!" The next moment, the rainstorm-like sword light disappeared, and a dazzling white light gushed out of the hands of the old man in black robe, mixed with a breath of destruction and bombarded Qin Bing.

"Xiao Bai!" In the face of the full attack of the innate limit, Qin Bing's strength alone can't be blocked at all. He can only rely on the energy to cooperate with Xiaobai.

"Roar~" Hearing Qin Bing's shout, a shocking roar came from Xiaobai's mouth. His figure suddenly increased two points. He stepped on his limbs fiercely and rushed out like a cannonball with Qin Bing. Qin Bing on Xiaobai's back, the full-power "heart drill" in his hand also met the sword light of the old man in black robe at the same time.

"Boom!"

With a loud noise, at the impact of the two terrorist attacks, a large crater suddenly appeared on the ground, and the earth and gravel flew, and the two figures were instantly lifted by the explosive energy.

"Kill!" At the moment when the huge force of the explosion lifted Qin Bing away, a black shadow suddenly shot at Qin Bing's back, and a white shadow suddenly burst out in his hand.

"Look for death!" Feeling the blow of the man in black, Qin Bing smiled coldly, and his feet were a little white descendant, and then the distance of the explosion suddenly accelerated a little.

"Sweeping thousands of troops!" There was a shout in his mouth, and the long gun in his hand suddenly swept away.

"Pa~" long gun turned into a white shadow and slapped fiercely on the man in black robe. The man's body was smashed to the ground like a blown baseball.

"Seven brothers!" Looking at the shadow pumped away by Qin Bing, the old man exclaimed, and his body flashed like thunder, rushing to the shadow blown away by Qin Bing.

"I want to attack me and die!" If the ordinary martial artist is facing the pursuit of a man in black robe after the fierce impact just now, he must not be responsive. On the contrary, relying on the explosive power of Xiaobai and Qin Bing's own magical skills, Qin Bing has an advantage in such a tough confrontation. If the middle-aged man in black robe knew such a thing, he would never take action at that time.