Chapter 270

Yang Xicong's face is struggling. Zhou Ming has an impulse to use his mental power to forcibly interrupt Han Jian's mental control of Yang Xicong. But it's a contest between spirit and soul. He doesn't know whether he can successfully break the pupil skill of cold sword.

Although Chen Ziwen had a fight with the monks who had Xuantong before, they broke their pupil skills with spiritual attack.

Yang Xicong doesn't have divine sense. If he adds his divine sense into it, he doesn't know whether she can withstand such fierce spiritual confrontation.

Zhou Ming doesn't want to waste any more time. He can see that Yang Xicong's whole face has begun to calm down. If she goes on like this, she will eventually be controlled by Han Jian and become a slave of Han Jian.

In Yang Xicong's mind, the golden villain of cold sword has come to her soul. A terrible force acts on her soul and completely binds it.

The cold sword sees that Zhou Ming doesn't dare to do it by himself. That's why he uses the pupil of golden awn to Yang Xicong so wantonly.

Han Jian doesn't know what the relationship between Zhou Ming and Yang Xicong is, but he can see that Zhou Ming is kind and controls Yang Xicong's mind. He will not dare to act rashly unless he wants Yang Xicong's soul to fall.

Jin Mang's pupil is the biggest card of Han Jian. Generally, he won't show it easily in front of others. But today, he has to use his card. Because Yang Xicong has this congenital spirit, she must be his sword slave.

The pupil technique used by Hanjian is called jinmang magic technique. It emits golden light through the pupil of jinmang, which can bewitch people's heart and mind, and manipulate other people's souls.

What Yang Xicong saw now was only the false scene arranged by Han Jian in her mind, which was the so-called illusion. As long as Yang Xicong thinks that the golden villain has left a mark on her soul, she passively accepts the concept of existence mark on her soul. At that time, the soul seal of cold sword will be automatically generated on Yang Xicong's soul, and she will naturally become the sword slave of cold sword.

The golden tip of the sword, with a sharp edge, stabbed Yang Xicong's soul in the blink of an eye. Yang Xicong was a little desperate and gradually wanted to give up resistance.

"Don't give up!"

A voice rang out in Yang Xicong's mind. In front of her soul, there was a young man in black. Holding a black sword, he directly pierced the golden figure's body and gave her a light smile.

As soon as the picture turns, Yang Xicong suddenly wakes up. She sees that the golden eyes of Han Jian are staring at her. She quickly steps back and hides behind Zhou Ming.

At this time, Zhou Ming opened his eyes, reached out and rubbed Yang Xicong's red head, with a smile.

Yang Xicong's face is slightly red. Seeing Zhou Ming's smile, a warm current suddenly flows through her heart, and the whole person is at ease.

"How can it be? Why can you break the golden magic

Cold sword's whole person seems to receive delay general, at this time just scatter the gold Mang in the eye, unimaginably looking at Zhou Ming, startled ground cry a way.

In just a few seconds, Han Jian almost experienced the most terrible ups and downs in his life.

He had completely controlled Yang Xicong's mind. Just when Yang Xicong was about to accept that there would be a mark on her soul, a black sword stabbed her. It was a simple, ordinary and extreme black sword.

It was such a sword that pierced the illusion he made in Yang Xicong's mind. Then, the black tip of the sword came closer and closer to his eyes, almost like trying to pierce his golden awn pupil.

Just when he was in a panic, the black sword was scattered. It seemed that it didn't appear at all and disappeared directly in front of Han Jian's eyes.

When he calmed down, Yang Xicong was standing behind Zhou Ming, who was smiling at him.

He knew that his golden magic was completely destroyed by Zhou Ming and his mental power.

And the cold sword see Yang Xicong eyes still have a smart look, he knows, Yang Xicong's soul root, did not receive any damage.

In a monk who doesn't know the sea, how careful is the control of mental power needed to achieve such a thing? Terror, yes. After knowing that Zhou Ming could control his mental power to this point, Han Jian felt the fear from his heart.

This person, too weird, too unfathomable!

"There's nothing impossible. It's a waste to put the pupil of golden mans on you. You even need to use magic to control other people's mind. I can only say that you are a rubbish."

In Zhou Ming's eyes, there was a sharp edge, and he sneered.

He knew that Hanjian must have suffered a huge blow at this time. Jianxiu had a pride in his heart, not to mention the Xuantong Jianxiu like Hanjian.

Han Jian thought that he was born with a pair of Xuantong, so he could have more luck and advantages than most of the monks. He was very proud in his heart.

But now the appearance of Zhou Ming has destroyed the pride in his heart, and even made his mood a little unstable.Naturally, Zhou Ming could not miss such a good opportunity. In a word, it directly smashed Han Jianshen's basic confidence as a monk.

Now Han Jian is a little suspicious of himself. As Zhou Ming said, it's a mistake that the pupil of the golden awn was born on him.

Pupil technique is a very difficult technique to practice in the realm of cultivation. It is not only harsh, but also time-consuming and laborious to find all kinds of natural resources and treasures to nourish Xuantong.

In fact, Han Jian is the beginning of Tong Shu. Compared with other monks, his efforts have surpassed most people. However, Zhou Ming's words have a direct impact on his mind.

No! He wants to influence my mind!

What cold sword cultivates is kendo. How strong will he has in his heart, he immediately realizes that something is wrong. I'm a sword cultivator. It's the sword that I cultivate, and the sword is my own destiny. Although I'm born Xuantong, it's just an opportunity and help in my cultivation.

Soon, the heart of the cold sword was firm again, and a golden sword shadow flashed through his eyes.

"Bang!"

A sharp sharp sharp sound, cold sword in the hands of the can Yang Sword exudes a sword meaning.

"Zhou Ming, you want to destroy my heart!"

Canyang sword points at the young man in black in the quiet room. The face of the cold sword is extremely cold for a moment. Now Zhou Ming not only destroys the sword slave he is about to cultivate, but also almost makes him lose his heart. This hatred is already unbearable.

Zhou Ming disdained a smile, cold voice way: "a word can destroy the Dao heart, it seems that you repair the sword, also not how."

Han Jian is very angry. One of the most unforgettable things about Jian Xiu is that others insult his Dao. For a swordsman, insulting Kendo is like killing his parents.

"You... OK, today I'll show you what real Kendo is."

Han Jian holds the can Yang Sword in his hand, and his whole body is full of Tang Zheng's golden sword. His step moves, and his whole body turns into a remnant rainbow. A sword stabs Zhou Ming!

On the surface, Han Jian is very aggressive and wants to kill Zhou Ming. In fact, his eyes are not on Zhou Ming at all, but on Yang Xicong behind him.

"So that's what you call kendo."

When Zhou Ming laughed, he felt even more disdain in his eyes. It's kendo. It's cheap.

He naturally saw the purpose of the cold sword. At this time, this guy didn't give up. He stepped forward, and his whole body was in front of Yang Xicong.

"Boom!"

There was a huge burst of Qi. There were big cracks on the floor of the quiet room. Zhou Ming held the body of can Yang Sword in one hand, and his shoulder directly hit Han Jian's chest.

Han Jian was blown out again, this time without any noise, because he rushed out directly from the gap he had just hit, without even a trace of smoke.

Zhou Ming flew out after the cold sword and said with a smile, "it's really suitable for you."

Han Jian's anger had already rushed to his heart. He glared at Zhou Ming and said, "what a devil! He's good at speaking and not listening, but he insulted me many times. Today, you can't stay!"

Voice down, a golden limang is flying to Zhou Ming.

Zhou Mingshan didn't even flash. His fist was to scatter the golden limang. He sneered: "what I insulted is you rubbish. Don't give me this empty hat."

"Insulting me is equivalent to insulting the whole sword clan!"

The right hand of the cold sword suddenly rises. The whole person pulls out a golden sword in the sky and splits towards Zhou Ming.

"Bang!"

There was a loud bang from the sky. Zhou Ming scattered the golden awn of the cold sword with one palm, and directly grasped the split Canyang sword with his right hand.

At this time, there were only a few logistics personnel stationed at the headquarters of the polar guard Pavilion. Naturally, the fighting above attracted a lot of people's attention. Standing on the square below, they were shocked to see the figures in the sky.

They may not know Zhou Ming very well, but they know the cold sword in the sky very well.

Han Jian came to the headquarters of the polar guard Pavilion half a month ago. Ning CHENFENG was very respectful after seeing Han Jian. He also made room for the top layer of the guard Pavilion. It's said that it's to keep absolutely quiet and not let people disturb the cultivation of Han Jian.

In the face of such a great master, except for meeting with them in the first few days when Hanjian came here, Hanjian practiced alone in the top quiet room.

Moreover, because of Ning CHENFENG's order, they dare not disturb Hanjian. Now they are surprised to see Hanjian fighting with another man in the sky.

Ning CHENFENG warned them that no matter what happened, they should not disturb Hanjian. He also revealed to them that Hanjian was stronger than him.

They are sure of Ning CHENFENG's words, but what they don't understand is, who is the one who startled the elder Han Jian?

Zhou Ming pinched the body of the can Yang Sword, and his face showed a trace of curiosity, "Oh? If Jianzong is really represented by such scum as you, it's really the shame of Xuanmen. "With that, he released his right hand and kicked out the cold sword!

Cold sword a sink potential, stopped retreating body shape, in surprised at Zhou Ming power terror at the same time, he pondered Zhou Ming just words.

Listening to Zhou Ming's tone, I know the existence of Xuanmen, and I know their Jianzong very well. I'm probably a monk in the spirit world.

After knowing this, Han Jian's body was vertical, and can Yang Jian pulled back and rushed to Zhou Ming like a bird.

Zhou Ming didn't wait for the cold sword to attack him. He just clapped his hand at him. The Golden Lotus shadow bloomed, and a handprint mixed with it. He carried the unparalleled sharpness and massiness to the cold sword.

Feel the sharpness and massiness contained in this palm, cold sword face slightly changed, this kind of sharp feeling Is it the body of Jin Geng?!

He flashed sideways, a sword across the palm print, the impact of the Golden Lotus shadow will disperse the dark clouds in the sky!

Han Jian stands in the distance and stares at Zhou Ming. A divine sense sweeps over directly.

How could Zhou Ming let Hanjian's divine consciousness explore himself? His spiritual power of knowing the sea broke out immediately, and the two divine consciousness met in the air.

"Hum!"

A hum that could not be heard by human ears came from the sky. Zhou Ming and Han Jian retreated for a while.

Han Jian's face was pale, and the corners of his mouth were red. Zhou Ming stood quietly in the air, his face cold.

Han Jian reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. He was anxious and careless. The sharpness and massiness of Zhou Minggang's hand made him eager to find out whether Zhou Ming was a congenital body. Therefore, he habitually used his divine sense to explore.

However, he forgot that he had failed in a mental confrontation with Zhou Ming.

The seal in the body makes Hanjian only play the power of spiritual cultivation in the middle of foundation building. Zhou Ming must also seal the power in the body now, and his cultivation is only nine levels of refining Qi. But under such equal conditions, he is even inferior to Zhou Ming.

Han Jian was a little unwilling, but the slave didn't harvest. When he came to the lower world, Zhou Ming put him on the spot. Now his anger was burning to the extreme.

"LINGJI Lingtian boxing!"

Cold sword can Yang Sword a turn, fly to the left hand above, his right hand to palm boxing, the whole body of heaven and Earth Spirit yuan surging, into a spirit boxing to Zhou Ming body!

"Blow up!"

Zhou Ming, the same blow out, with the fist to the fist!

With the powerful physical strength and the later cultivation of Shenwu realm, Zhou Ming's explosive boxing has now reached a very terrible state.

A solid fist seal hit the air, and there was a circle of light white air waves above the air.

The two fists collided in the sky for a long time, and the power of the two fists collided with each other for a long time.

"Boom!"

All the clouds in the sky broke up, and the two men's attacks met in an instant. The air current was driven by the residual energy, which led to the violent wind between heaven and earth.

The wind blows into the quiet room, and the broken quiet room is full of smoke and dust at this time, which makes Yang Xicong unable to open her eyes.

Zhou Ming's long hair dances wildly. Even though he is physically strong, he still condenses an energy shield, and then gently pushes forward a palm, using a soft force to offset most of the energy impact.

His purpose is to protect the headquarters building of guard Pavilion behind him.

But when Zhou Ming counteracted the shock, the cold sword's cold voice sounded again.