The crowd shook their heads secretly when the corpse prince made a move. After all, Qing Ming is inevitable today.

However, no one would sympathize with Qing Ming, and would only think that he should be killed. Who told him to kill the two hundred strong gods of the Heavenly Corpse Sect and the Xuantian Sword Sect?

Even if the corpse prince killed Qing Ming, it is estimated that Youyun Mansion would not have enough strength to trouble the Sky Corpse Sect.

In a dense forest, when Zhuo Tianhong saw the corpse prince attack Qing Ming, everyone's complexion changed slightly, and Xiao Fan who wanted to wait did not appear.

"Qing Ming is in danger!" Jun Ruohuan sighed softly, a strong warfare flashed in his eyes.

They are too far apart, even if they want to make a move, it is too late to save. What's more, the corpse prince is too strong, even if they make a move, they may not be opponents.

Shen Tianyao and Gui Tianchou could only sigh secretly, they didn't have much friendship with Qing Ming, and they had not yet reached the point of giving up their lives.

Above the sky, the domineering palms pushed out, exuding an unparalleled power, and even the void seemed to be unable to withstand the pressure and began to tremble violently.

What was even more surprising was that Qing Ming stood motionless in the void, as if losing his soul.

"It's still self-knowing, knowing that he will die, there is no need to run away." The cultivator of the Sky Corpse Sect looked at Qing Ming with a sneer.

If it weren't for the fear of Qing Ming's strength, they would have rushed to deal with Qing Ming, and there was no need for the Corpse Prince to take action.

Just when everyone thought that Qing Ming was bound to die, the sword in the forest flashed a light in his eyes, and whispered, "Should I be able to force that person to take action?"

"Is that the one hiding in the dark?" Yu'er, the woman in the green skirt, asked in surprise, she didn't doubt Jianzi's words at all.

call!

Sure enough, as soon as their voices fell, a flash of light suddenly rose into the sky in the valley, and disappeared in a flash. Few people present caught it.

However, in the next moment, something horrified everyone happened, and the palm that rushed towards Qing Ming suddenly split into two, just whizzing past Qing Ming.

Qing Ming's hair was flying in the wind, and his face was a bit twisted. The wind generated by the palms left several blood marks on his face, which was shocking.

However, he survived after all, and immediately after that, the binding power of Qing Ming's body disappeared, and his feet flashed and appeared hundreds of feet away in the blink of an eye.

He kicked, his back was cold, his clothes were soaked in sweat, and his face was even paler.

At that moment, he felt like he was turning around the ghost gate, and that feeling was absolutely unforgettable for him.

On the other hand, the corpse prince on the opposite side was calm and calm. When he saw his palm smashed by a sword, the black mist around him rolled and spit out a word: "Buried lightsaber?"

As the top ten genius of the nine palaces and thirteen sects, the corpse prince can recognize this sword, and it is not a rare thing.

He did not continue to shoot, the black mist on his head slowly disappeared, revealing a pale face, his eyes suddenly turned to the valley.

At the same time, the eyes of the crowd were all looking towards the valley, not knowing why.

Isn't Qing Ming bound to die, why did he survive at a critical time?

"This sword again? Is there anyone in the valley?" There were also sharp-eyed people in the crowd. Someone saw the flash of light just now.

Reminiscing about the sword before, suddenly thought of something.

"Yes, it is impossible for Qing Ming's strength to kill two hundred heavenly divine realms in such a short period of time. If this happens, there will be someone else!"

"The person who killed the two-hundred-day **** realm is the one who used the sword light just now!"

"Being able to rescue Qing Ming from the palm of the corpse prince, and want to come to the opponent's strength, it is also very powerful."

Many other people finally realized that Qing Ming's strength is indeed not weak, but it is definitely not so terrible.

Wanting to kill more than two hundred gods within the time of a cup of tea is definitely not something Qing Ming can do, and only a pervert like the corpse prince can do it.

The master of the sword light just now was able to break through the corpse prince's attack, and he thought he had such strength himself.

Suddenly, the crowd's discussion stopped abruptly, and a clear voice echoed in everyone's ears, like being struck by lightning.

Tuk! Tuk!

The footsteps were not loud, but everyone present could hear them clearly. What was even more strange was that the crowd saw a figure stepping from the valley.

Volley pacing?

Everyone held their breath and stared at the valley. They wanted to know for the first time who the people in the valley were, and they could even contend with the attack of the corpse prince.

I saw that figure became clearer and clearer, and came out of the clouds and mist in the valley. It was a slightly thin black robe youth.

"Who is this person, why haven't you heard of it?" The crowd saw the black-robed young man with a look of doubt on his face.

In the 13 schools of the Nine Houses, all the famous geniuses, people know more or less, even if they haven't actually seen them, they have seen portraits.

But almost none of the black-robed youths in front of them knew him, could it be that he was a hidden master?

"It's him who defeated the person in Xuan Baiyi last time!" Suddenly, someone was surprised.

Before the Celestial Ranking contest, Xuan Ye, the elder of the Xuantian Sword Sect, entered the contest square with the Xuanbai robes sealed with cultivation base, and asked Xiao Fan to help lift the seal.

At that time, some people secretly kept an eye on Xiao Fan, remembering Xiao Fan's appearance, and after thinking about it carefully, they recognized it.

But they didn't expect Xiao Fan to be able to block the corpse prince's attack.

At this moment, Xiao Fan didn't change his appearance, he showed him his original face, and someone naturally recognized it.

"Defeat Xuan Baiyi? Is it another top ten talented powerhouse?" When the crowd heard about Xiao Fan's defeat of Xuan Baiyi, they looked at Xiao Fan differently.

"Brother Xiao!" Qing Ming came to Xiao Fan's body and bowed to Xiao Fan slightly. This scene made everyone even more surprised.

They didn't know that Qing Ming was grateful to Xiao Fan. If it weren't for Xiao Fan's guidance, he wouldn't be able to defeat Xuan Baiyi.

It's just that he can defeat Xuan Baiyi in a desperate way of playing, but he is still not the opponent of the corpse prince.

Xiao Fan nodded, his eyes kept falling on the corpse prince not far away, his killing intent was not concealed at all.

"You want to kill me?" The corpse prince looked at Xiao Fan with a playful look, with a hint of disdain in his tone.

As the third-ranked figure of the top ten geniuses, the corpse prince is extremely confident of his own strength, even facing the two ranked second and first on the gods list, he has no fear.

What's more, he naturally didn't care much about Xiao Fan, a little known person.

"If you can block the corpse prince's blow, do you think you can be his opponent? It's ridiculous!" Someone in the crowd also spoke with mockery.

However, Xiao Fan's gaze kept falling on the corpse prince, and he smiled without anger, "I'm afraid that people from the Celestial Corpse Sect will make trouble for me if I kill you. My little arms and legs are not a second-rate opponent. "

Xiao Fan said this very calmly, but his words were full of provocations. To kill you, I naturally want to kill, and I can kill.

However, if I kill you, your Heavenly Corpse Sect will come to me for revenge like a mad dog. This is not what I want.

Sure enough, upon hearing this, the corpse prince showed a ruthless look on his pale face, and said with a grin: "Interesting, I haven't wanted to kill a person in a long time."