Cui Zhimin's face was gloomy, and a cold, murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he watched Qin Fang slowly walk away, and then glanced at Shi Yuan's gradually cold corpse beside him.
Suddenly...
Swish, swish, swish~~~
Qin Fang was walking slowly towards the exit of the valley, his pace slow but stable, when suddenly a very slight sound ca from behind along with a cold chill on his back. The murderous intent was even clearer.
At this mont, Qin Fang's face didn't show any panic. Instead, a sowhat sinister smile appeared as if he had long been waiting for the opponent to make a move.
The person who made the move was none other than Cui Zhimin. There was no one else here besides him.
Cui Zhimin's strength was very strong, not daring to say he was stronger than Shi Yuan, but the martial arts he cultivated were the authentic Demonic Sect Divine Skill, inherently one notch above Shi Yuan's half-baked skill.
At this mont, Cui Zhimin suddenly made his move, quite fast, and Qin Fang seed injured with little preparation, which was the perfect opportunity for him to strike.
Five ters, three ters, two ters...
The distance to Qin Fang was getting closer and closer, almost close enough to imprint a palm on Qin Fang's back heart, yet Qin Fang still seed to not respond at all.
Cui Zhimin's face revealed a cold expression, seeming to foresee Qin Fang's death.
However...
Almost when Cui Zhimin's palm energy was about to explode on Qin Fang's back, he felt his vision blur for a mont, and Qin Fang's figure seed suddenly elusive and directly vanished in front of him...
"Disappeared? Not good..."
Cui Zhimin was slightly stunned, really not expecting this turn of events, as it happened too fast, so fast that he was completely unprepared.
But after all, Cui Zhimin was a battle-hardened master level peak expert, and such sudden changes imdiately made him aware that sothing was amiss.
Almost instinctively, Cui Zhimin wanted to move his body...
Unfortunately, it was already too late to react now.
A cold gleam ca at him from the side, incredibly fast, almost at the extre speed, and Cui Zhimin's body, still moving mid-air due to inertia, had no chance to evade.
Pooh~~
Silver light flashed and disappeared, the sound of piercing flesh was muffled, but a blood arrow shot out in the air.
"You..."
Cui Zhimin never expected to fall for it, staring in shock at Qin Fang's smiling face, his face also revealing a murderous glare.
A longsword pierced through Cui Zhimin's body, entering from the ribs and exiting from the other side, almost traversing his entire body.
The other end of the longsword was naturally held by Qin Fang. At this mont, he looked calmly at Cui Zhimin, showing little emotional fluctuation.
"Die..."
Cui Zhimin's reaction was starkly different from Qin Fang's. Being suddenly heavily injured was truly unexpected for him, and the intense pain made him slightly sluggish.
However, Cui Zhimin quickly recovered his wits, seeing Qin Fang so close, he instantly gathered all his power, delivering a furious palm towards Qin Fang!
This palm was extrely fierce, almost imdiately gathering wind and thunder intent, and the terrifying vigor whipped up a furious gale.
If this palm hit him, even a grandmaster-level expert like Qin Fang might fall here, as it was practically all of Cui Zhimin's power unleashed.
"Fool..."
Qin Fang's face showed a mocking expression, then promptly kicked Cui Zhimin, sending him flying.
Almost as Cui Zhimin's palm was about to land, Qin Fang's kick sent him flying, while Qin Fang himself used the storm created by Cui Zhimin's fierce palm to quickly retreat.
Qin Fang's speed was also quite remarkable, retreating five or six ters before barely stabilizing, preventing himself from falling.
"Damn, truly strong..."
Despite this, Qin Fang felt he narrowly avoided a powerful impact on his chest, and fortunately, his previous injuries were mostly healed, otherwise, even if this palm didn't claim his life, it certainly wouldn't feel good for Qin Fang.
However, this outco still left him very satisfied. Inflicting such a heavy blow on Cui Zhimin at such a small cost made Qin Fang very pleased.
The Divine Sword in his hand flickered with a faint silver light, while crimson blood dripped, indicating Cui Zhimin's injury was quite severe.
This was an attack Qin Fang had prepared for a long ti, even risking death for optimal effect... Otherwise, how could Cui Zhimin, slightly stronger than Qin Fang, fall for his trap?
"Oops..."
Yet Qin Fang clearly didn't pay much attention to his injuries, which were minor issues that would recover gradually after so rest. What really concerned Qin Fang now was Cui Zhimin's survival...
But when Qin Fang looked towards Cui Zhimin's direction, he was shocked, his face slightly changing, as Cui Zhimin, despite being heavily injured, was dragging his body into the dense forest, trying to escape Qin Fang's grip.
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