The First Tyrant of Daxia

Chapter 4700 Fist Wind Poison

Cang Que didn't take it seriously, and said with a hint of confusion, "You can actually see at a glance what is wrapped in the fist wind of this great master. Qin Yun, you are very extraordinary. But even if you know, how can you deal with it?"

As he spoke, Cang Que flashed again and rushed forward, heading straight for Qin Yun without any unnecessary movements.

Qin Yun had experienced the poison in the Nine-Layered Demon Tower. Once it came into contact with the skin, it would quickly cause excruciating pain and suppress energy and spiritual power. It was no exaggeration to say that it destroyed the body and mind.

Qin Yun knew very well that such poison must not be touched. In order to completely prevent this situation, the best way was to keep a distance.

Without the slightest hesitation, Qin Yun immediately drew out the Ding Qin Sword, a murderous intent flashed in his eyes: "Tongtian Shenxiao Sword Technique, a hidden strike, break it!" As he spoke, Qin Yun had quietly retracted the Way of the Emperor and instead relied on the unparalleled and sharp Imperial Sword.

The quiet transformation of the Great Dao was clearly captured by Cang Que. He was amazed. He never expected that Qin Yun would possess two Great Daos. He had only seen such a scene in the Sect Master of Shengyuan Sect.

Cang Que's state of mind began to reverse. He no longer thought that Qin Yun was just a stronger one among the thousands of ants in the Baisha Realm, but a real alien, an existence that could pose a threat.

"Qin Yun, prepare to die!" Cang Que shouted angrily, no longer hiding his strength, and sending out all his energy and spiritual power.

Qin Yun did not dare to delay. He swung the Ding Qin Divine Sword with all his strength, drawing a crescent in the air. Various elements lingered on the sword's edge, continuously increasing the strength of the sword's energy.

Cang Que's physical strength was beyond imagination. Even if he was directly hit by the first sword energy, he was not affected in the slightest.

As his fist was approaching, Qin Yun retreated to the rear as planned. He could have easily dodged Cangque's attack, but it was completely different from what he had imagined.

It seems that Cangque is advancing straight ahead, but in fact, his fist style is always flexible and there is no preset route at all.

This meant that after Qin Yun dodged for the first time, he had to dodge for the second time. His body kept flashing, and he had to keep a close eye on Cang Que's movements at all times. If he was not careful, he might be bitten by the poison.

The first blast of sword energy passed by without causing any pain, causing Cang Que to sneer endlessly: "Is that all? Qin Yun, I think you are just all talk and no action. Such weak sword energy is not even as good as the disciples of Shengyuan Sect. And you still dream of challenging Shengyuan Sect? It's simply a foolish dream!"

While Qin Yun was constantly dodging, he also used his spiritual sense to control the direction of the sword energy.

The true power of the Shenyin attack lies not in the first sword energy, but in the second. It's designed to catch the enemy by surprise, confusing them while also preventing them from discerning subsequent attacks. This tactic has proven effective time and again, especially against those like Cang Que, who are so arrogant and conceited that they don't even consider whether there will be further attacks after the first sword energy.

As Cangque's speed slowed down, Qin Yun finally seized the opportunity. He could not dodge Cangque's attack for a long time. You must know that Cangque's speed was almost the same as his. He had to be highly nervous and control the sword energy, which was extremely difficult.

Cang Que relaxed for just a moment and then felt a chill, as if his whole body was surrounded by some kind of threat.

Qin Yun calmed down and said in a deep voice, "Cang Que, you will pay the price for your arrogance!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the true power of Shenyin's attack was finally revealed. Cang Que then realized that his perception of murderous intent was not an illusion. Qin Yun still had a trick up his sleeve. The first sword energy was not his true strength at all.

"Not good!" Cang Que muttered to himself, hastily retracting his fist, attempting to use it to block Qin Yun's sword attack. However, it all happened too quickly, and even a mid-stage Xuanxian realm expert like Cang Que couldn't immediately switch from offense to defense, forcing him to take Qin Yun's invisible attack with his physical body.

Cang Que was instantly blown away, and it took him more than ten miles to stabilize his body. There was a clear bloodstain on his body, and under the bloodstain, there was a phosphorus fire burning.

The stinging sensation made Cang Que frown. He subconsciously used his spiritual power to repair the wound, but found that no matter how he moved, the burning sensation of the phosphorous fire was always there and could not be reduced at all.

"Qin Yun, you are the one who used dirty tricks! It's so despicable!" Cang Que shouted angrily, helpless and furious.

Qin Yun disagreed and said calmly, "The poison in your fist will have the same effect on me if it touches me. Why am I considered despicable and you are just a trick? You hypocritical old man."

Hearing Qin Yun's sarcasm, Cang Que, who was already furious, became even more furious. He clenched his fists and wished he could eat him alive.

Qin Yun took advantage of the victory and pursued him, holding high the colorful scale scepter, vowing to kill him with one blow.

The moment he saw the colorful scale scepter, Cang Que burst into laughter: "Qin Yun, you are too naive. Just because you hold the colorful scale scepter, do you think that these colorful scales belong to you?"

"What else?" Qin Yun asked back.

The seven-colored scale scepter had already changed hands, and the consciousness within the three scales had been awakened. Qin Yun was now the true owner, and the only one who could unleash the potential of the seven-colored scale scepter.

Cang Que shrugged and said disdainfully: "The seven-colored scales recognize their master, do you understand? And I, the great Cang Que, am the master of the seven-colored scales!"

As he spoke, Cangque activated his energy and spiritual power, trying to awaken the colorful scales and control them back to his hand.

However, he found that no matter how he moved, the colorful scales did not move at all. Even the perception that originally belonged to him and the colorful scales was completely cut off.

Before Cang Que could wonder what went wrong, Qin Yun simply waved the scepter lightly, and a surge of spiritual power emerged, flowing and lingering around the side of the scepter.

This scene completely shocked Cang Que beyond words. He never expected that the colorful scales no longer belonged to him, but had changed hands to Qin Yun.

"Impossible! Changing the ownership of the Seven-Colored Scale Scepter requires extremely stringent conditions. You alone cannot do it!"

Cang Que shouted angrily, still trying to take back the colorful scale scepter.

Qin Yun felt like he was witnessing a joke. Holding the colorful scale scepter, he approached Cang Que and said sarcastically, "You can try and see who this colorful scale scepter belongs to."

Despair deeply enveloped Cang Que. He never expected that the strange feeling he had sensed in the Huanmie Sect was actually the change of ownership of the colorful scales.

It is precisely because he knows the horror of the seven-colored scale scepter that Cang Que behaves like this, fearing that it will fall into the hands of others.