Boom!
Exploding winds burst beside his ears, and strong winds swept past on both sides.
Qin Zheng's figure was like a streak of light, dashing across the sky.
Behind him, at this moment, was a flying sword with a murderous aura, chasing him at an extremely fast speed.
Without any special martial arts, relying solely on crude Qinggong to fly, his speed was still no match for a flying sword controlled by spiritual power.
Qin Zheng sighed softly in his heart, and with a thought, he suddenly dropped downward.
Bang!
His feet hit the ground, and the massive impact kicked up dust a dozen feet high.
Then, before Qin Zheng could even catch his breath for a moment, a long spear suddenly appeared behind him.
The snow-white spear tip burst through the air like a cold gleam, breaking the silence with a sonic boom, and suddenly thrust forward engulfed with tremendous divine power.
