"What, you junior, how dare you say such a thing? You truly don't know whether you live or die. You're merely a late Ghost Commander, yet you want to challenge the two of us brothers? Get past this old man first before you talk. Who knows—perhaps this old man will dismember you into a thousand pieces in a moment."
With a cold snort, the He Clan Elder's gaze instantly turned icy. As his voice fell, a mass of black qi suddenly erupted, and in the blink of an eye, it enveloped his figure.
"Hehe, since Fellow Daoist doesn't believe me, then make your move."
Qin Fengming stood in the distance. Seeing the other party's actions, he knew that the other party was also afraid of being ambushed by his flying sword treasure, and had therefore prepared his defenses first.
"Whoosh, whoosh—!" Just as black mist spanning several dozen zhang appeared, a burst of hurried sounds tearing through the air suddenly rang out from within it. In a flash, dozens of black streaks shot forth, slashing toward Qin Fengming.
Judging from the energy fluctuations revealed by each black streak, every one of them was actually a magic treasure.
These dozens of black streaks were actually a set of forty-eight flying needle magic treasures.
"Hmph, your methods are not bad, but you're still a little short of being able to deal with this humble one. Try breaking through this humble one's defenses first." Qin Fengming's heart stirred when he suddenly saw dozens of flying needles shoot out. He opened his mouth, and a surging mass of dense yin mist immediately spewed forth.
Looking closely, one would discover that the thick yin mist billowing outward actually contained countless tiny particles. However, because they were the same color as the black yin mist, they