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What was even more frightening was that the masked man's fist wind was bone-chilling cold. In an instant, a layer of white frost covered her eyelashes, and white mist also came out of her mouth and nose. It was as if she was in the middle of winter as an intense cold continued to invade her body, causing her to involuntarily shiver.

Too strong!

Although He Jianwen had grown up with Old He and had seen many experts during his travels over the years, this was the first time she had seen a young expert like the masked man.

In that instant, she felt a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart. Facing such a powerful opponent with Old He by her side, He Jiawen really had no idea how to deal with it.

However, just as her mind was in a state of shock, Qin Hai, who had been standing in front of her, suddenly bellowed. In that instant, a surging aura burst forth, dispersing the endless chilliness. It also helped He Jiaven block the incoming wind.

He Jiaven's frozen body seemed to be soaked in warm water, and all the chill disappeared in an instant.

He Jiaven looked at Qin Hai's back in astonishment. Although she knew that Qin Hai was not ordinary, he had never shown his true strength in front of her. This was the first time He Jiawen truly felt how powerful Qin Hai was.

"Go back!" At the same time, Qin Hai had already charged towards the masked man. In the blink of an eye, they collided with him.

Within a few seconds, both of them had already launched more than ten punches, each time producing a loud bang.

Apparently, the masked man did not expect Qin Hai to block his attack. A sharp light flashed in his eyes as his attack became sharper and his punching speed became faster.

But even so, all his attacks were blocked by Qin Hai. Even though he had punched Qin Hai countless times, he was still unable to knock Qin Hai down.

In fact, Qin Hai had not used his true essence until now. He had only used the Pan Gu secret art, using pure physical strength, hoping to use the masked man's fist to further improve his comprehension of the magic art.

Suddenly, Qin Hai's left leg was kicked by the masked man, causing him to immediately stagger to the right. A light flashed in the masked man's eyes. He immediately took a step forward, his palm turning into a blade as he chopped towards the exposed back of Qin Hai's neck.

The sudden change made He Jiawen exclaim in surprise. However, before she could react, Qin Hai, who had been staggering, suddenly disappeared. When he reappeared, he was on the right side of the masked man, grabbing his right arm.

Ka-cha! *

The Daoist scripture was instantly used and the masked man's right shoulder was dislocated. The intense pain made him grunt in pain.

Even though his right hand was heavily injured, his reaction was still extremely fast. He instantly turned around and got out of Qin Hai's control, and at the same time, he kicked Qin Hai, forcing Qin Hai away. Then, he took the opportunity to retreat far away from Qin Hai.

Qin Hai did not take the chance to give chase. He said to the fat man on the throne in a deep voice, "Senior, we really have no ill intentions. We just barged in by accident. After we leave, we will definitely not leak out any information about this place. Senior, please be magnanimous, otherwise, even if we have to fight to the death, we will definitely not surrender! "

The fat man on the throne sneered, "You sure have a good mouth. You only know a little about body refining. After entering my three halls, you still want to live. How naive!"

Just as he finished speaking, the fat man's cold gaze was directed at the masked man, "If you don't want to die, then kill him. If you can't do it, then don't live. The three halls don't raise trash!"

The masked man frowned slightly as he stared at Qin Hai with cold eyes. He was filled with resentment.

He suddenly put his dislocated right hand on the ground, supporting his arm with his left hand, and then fiercely pressed down. With a crack, his dislocated arm returned to its original position.

However, a layer of cold sweat appeared on the forehead of the masked man due to the pain. His exposed face became even paler.

Waving his arms, the masked man took out a pair of gloves and put them on. His eyes narrowed slightly as he charged towards Qin Hai once again.

The gauntlet the masked man wore was not simple. It was completely black, and it was unknown what beast skin it was made of. There were also sharp teeth on it, making it look extremely ferocious and terrifying.

Furthermore, as the masked man charged forward once again, the one inch long sharp teeth on his fist actually emitted a layer of dark blue light. Obviously, these sharp teeth were highly toxic.

Qin Hai frowned. Although the Pangu secret art was very powerful, he was still unable to fully protect himself from the poison. Therefore, Qin Hai didn't dare to be careless. He immediately took out the Ice Soul Sword and walked towards the masked man.

"Die!"

The masked man roared as his right fist smashed towards Qin Hai at an incredible speed. What followed was a fishy smell that made them feel nauseous and dizzy.

Qin Hai was prepared for this. He had held his breath in advance, and the stench had no effect on him.

Ever since he had learned the profound meaning of the sword technique left behind by the senior of the Star Moon Sect in the Buried Flower Palace, Qin Hai had never given up on practicing it.

Therefore, even though the masked man's attacks were like the tides, facing Qin Hai's endless sword moves, the masked man was still unable to get close. Instead, as he attacked again and again, he was left with wounds from the Ice Soul Sword in Qin Hai's hand. Soon, the masked man was covered in wounds and dripping with blood.

Just like how Qin Hai had used Pangu's Arcane Art just now, he was also simultaneously comprehending the profoundness of this sword art. His comprehension of it was also rapidly increasing.

Suddenly, after the masked man dodged Qin Hai's sword tip, he turned around and charged towards He Jianwen.

Ever since Qin Hai and the masked man started fighting, He Jiawen had retreated to the bottom of the stairs, distancing himself from their battle. Right now, the masked man was suddenly charging towards her. He was like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, diving down towards her. Not only was he approaching in full fury, he was also unstoppable.

Clearly, he wanted to first control He Jianwen and then force Qin Hai to submit.

However, just at this moment, a snow-white sword gleam flashed behind the masked man's back, followed by a sudden surge of cold air entering his chest. The masked man lowered his head to look. A sword had already pierced through his left chest. That was the source of the chill.

Under He Jiaven's astonished gaze, the masked man fell to the ground unwillingly, unable to close his eyes even when he died.

"The Star-Moon Sect's sword art!"

Suddenly, the fat man who had been leaning on the throne pushed away the sexy lady in his arms and stood up, staring at Qin Hai, "Are you from the Star-Moon Sect?"

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