The two Nascent Soul cultivators from Skull Valley had already made up their minds. They would no longer stalemate with the young cultivator before them. They directly unleashed their secret technique, hoping to join forces, swiftly capture and kill him, and leave this place as quickly as possible.
Watching them cast their secret technique, Qin Fengming's expression also darkened.
He had already experienced the methods of mid Nascent Soul cultivators many times. Facing their secret technique, he tightened a stack of talismans in each hand.
"Hmph, junior. Taste the might of this old man's secret technique!" Following a cold snort, the gloomy ghost mist before him suddenly churned violently. One ghastly-white skeleton after another leaped out of the ghost mist. With their claws bared, they pounced toward where Qin Fengming stood.
The instant that cold snort sounded, no fewer than a hundred skeletons had already flown out of the black ghost mist.
Facing the endless stream of ghastly-white bone skeletons, Qin Fengming could not help feeling a headache coming on. He had no good way to deal with this kind of secret technique that relied on overwhelming numbers.
Although a single Mountain Breaking Talisman could absolutely blast one skeleton to pieces, these ghostly creatures were condensed from energy and could not truly be destroyed. As long as the two Nascent Soul cultivators had sufficient magic power, they could continue emerging without end, one wave after another.
In the time it took to draw two breaths, the field of pale skeletons had already pounced before Qin Fengming.
His hands moved rapidly, and sharp Qinglin Sword Light shot forth at once. Like flying swords by the dozens, it spread over the swarming, deathly pale skeletons.
What left Qin Fengming speechless was that although the Qinglin Sword Light was quite powerful, when it