Night without Borders

Chapter 96 Beheading the Saint
The night fog was surging, and Qin Ming had never expected that he would actually "fall like a bird". His smile disappeared, and his face froze completely.

And below, the golden-armored guard grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. It seemed that all the smiles were transferred to him, becoming brighter and brighter.

"Haha..." He held the big sword and stomped on the yellow sand. His whole body was shining with light. He was like a speeding meteor, with the power to smash the mountains!

Obviously, he wanted to chop the young man into two with one sword and make him lose an arm before they even made contact.

He jumped up, his golden armor clanging, golden light shining all around, he looked like a scorching sun that was about to burn away the dark night fog, and the sword in his hand flashed like a flash of lightning.

With a puff, the black bird of prey was chopped to pieces by him, the skylight tore through its flesh and blood, and its blood-stained feathers fell.

Qin Ming rushed out from the bird's back in advance and spread his clothes like bat wings. He was imitating Ge Qianxun. Although he was close to the ground, he still used it.

At least the speed at which he glided out was astonishingly fast, which made the foreign saint on the ground a little dazed, and he had to run as fast as he could again to catch up with him.

With a bang, Qin Ming smashed a big hole in the soft yellow sand. Smoke and dust rushed up, but with the protection of the skylight, he was not hurt at all.

"You run away again!" A golden-armored guard appeared with a grim face. Not much was left of his right arm as it was completely smashed by the black gold hammer. The broken bones and blood mud could not be reconnected.

Therefore, he hated the young man in front of him very much.

Qin Ming's expression was extremely solemn. Facing an outsider saint alone, he was indeed nervous.

If any other freshmen were standing here, they would have been completely desperate. How could they fight back?

The golden-armored guard held a big sword in his left hand and slowly approached, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

He is not very old, a young man in his twenties, with three-dimensional features and sharp eyes.

boom!
He stomped his feet vigorously with great force, and instantly sand filled the sky. He appeared in front of Qin Ming and chopped him down with his sword.

Qin Ming did not confront him head-on but dodged quickly.

The golden-armored guard slashed the air with a sword, half-turned his body, and swung his leg, sweeping towards the young man in the yellow sand. The force of the kick was enough to knock over an elephant, and its stomach would burst and its intestines would spill out.

Qin Ming was in a panic, and didn't even have time to take off the scabbard of his sword. He directly blocked the young man's left leg that was emitting light from the sky.

The golden-armored guard showed a grim smile on his face. Just this kind of rookie... No, he shuddered and suddenly came to his senses.

It was this "newbie" who shot and killed the woman in black and caused him to lose his right arm permanently not long ago.

He was worthy of being called an outer saint. He swung his leg out, but in the end he pulled it back and swept it across with his golden sword.

A dazzling light burst out from Qin Ming's hand, the scabbard shattered, the mutton-fat jade iron knife and the big sword collided with each other, sparks flew, and the clanging sound was extremely harsh.

The golden-armored guard was so frightened that he broke out in a cold sweat. He quickly stepped back a few steps and calmed himself down. It was really too thrilling. If he hadn't withdrawn his feet, today would have ended in complete tragedy!
Qin Ming felt extremely regretful. He was just a little bit away from cutting off the opponent's leg with his sword. Success or failure really depended on a moment.

He realized that his flying hammer had left a psychological trauma on the golden-armored guard, so the other party became extremely vigilant.

Qin Ming felt chest tightness and was forced to retreat backwards. His hands holding the knife felt numb and the blood in his body was churning violently.

He finally experienced the feeling of being defeated by someone with great force.

The man in golden armor took a look at the chip on his sword, his face gloomy, and he was extremely careful with the young boy who was still in his early stages of development.

He had to be careful, because after the opponent smashed one of his arms, he set his sights on his left leg, and almost succeeded!
Then, his eyes became hot again. The young man was holding a jade-like iron knife in his hand. He wanted to get this trophy.

Neither of them spoke, all words were meaningless, and they just wanted to kill each other.

The wind was blowing hard and the night fog was like a flood that broke through a dam, blowing a large amount of yellow sand from the ground into the air. The two men took action.

With a clang, Qin Ming retreated six or seven meters and almost fell to the ground. His hands were in great pain and there was a slight bleeding at the base of his palms.

The young man in golden armor strode over with a cold face. A terrible gap appeared on his sword again. What made him unbearable was that he couldn't kill the opponent with one sword, or even make the opponent let go of the jade iron knife.

Qin Ming moved his wrist in the sand, revealing a strange look. Has this young man just stepped into the Outer Saint realm not long ago? The gap between the two does not seem to be very large.

At the very least, he had taken two swords from the opponent!
"Did you rebirth seven times before you stepped into the Outer Saint Realm?" Qin Ming spoke, holding the jade iron knife in both hands and pointing forward.

After hearing this, the young man in golden armor flashed a cold light in his eyes. Did the young man think he was not strong enough? This must be a mockery.

He rushed forward instantly, swinging his sword continuously.

Qin Ming was not mocking him, he just wanted to confirm one thing, how big the gap was between himself and the Outer Saint.

Now he has put it to the test himself and preliminarily verified that the opponent does not have an absolute advantage in strength to crush him.

The two men fought quickly, and Qin Ming was hit repeatedly. Although he staggered, he finally stabilized. The soft flesh between his fingers was slightly damaged and a trace of blood flowed out, but he was still able to hold on.

The most important thing was that he had confidence. The opponent was still far from having a strength of more than ten thousand pounds, and could not rely on terrifying brute force to kill him.

In an instant, Qin Ming became proactive, taking the initiative to attack many times, and his sword intent was amazing. He exuded a confident aura, like a young master.

The man in golden armor was shocked. He was obsessed with sword practice and had achieved a very high level of accomplishment, but compared to the swordsmanship of the young man in front of him, it was nothing.

In the end, he used brute force to force the opponent to fight with swords, but his swordsmanship was far inferior to that of the young man, which made him angry and ashamed. What kind of monster had he encountered?

The man in golden armor had a very discerning vision and saw the aura of a master of swordsmanship in Qin Ming. It was not an exaggeration to call him a young master.

In the desert, countless yellow sands were blown up, dancing along with Qin Ming's mutton-fat jade iron knife. Driven by his sword intent, they were like waves, surging here.

The desert in this area seemed to have turned into a raging sea. In the end, the waves crashed against the shore and the sand waves soared into the sky. It became more and more terrifying. This was a kind of almost field-like force that was mobilized by a young master with all his strength.

The man in golden armor had no choice but to explode and push the Skylight Force to its limit, interrupting his special rhythm and shocking Qin Ming so much that he almost vomited blood.

The man in golden armor was not feeling well either. Once the Skylight Power fully unleashed, blood would spurt out from his broken arm and he would not be able to control the wound.

Qin Ming stumbled back a long way, with blood on the corner of his mouth, but he smiled brightly and said, "You don't seem to be as strong as I thought."

The man in golden armor felt insulted that he was being treated lightly by a young man in the freshman stage. He burst out with his Heavenly Light Energy again. In addition to swinging his sword, he also wanted to make direct contact with Qin Ming's body. Boom!

In the desert, the night fog was boiling, sand and rocks were flying, and it was a battle of life and death. The two men threw themselves into it and risked their lives.

Qin Ming was knocked flying six or seven meters away and spat out a large mouthful of blood. His hands were also twitching and the soft flesh between his fingers was torn.

His left hand was swollen and had a lot of bruises.

At the same time, he felt pain in his right foot.

Just now, in addition to fighting with swords and spears, he also had physical contact with the opponent.

At that moment, Qin Ming thought he was going to die, and was worried that he would be torn apart by the opponent's Skylight. However, with the mentality of destroying both himself and the enemy, the integrated Skylight force flowed throughout his body, and when he collided with the opponent, he actually held on.

The man in golden armor was distracted. His skylight could extend half a foot outward, but it was unable to strangle the young man's flesh and blood as it was blocked by the layer of skylight on his body surface.

His feet were in great pain, and when he collided with the opponent, his own Skylight did not give him any advantage.

"Have you learned the incomplete Sky-lifting Power, or mastered a little bit of Tathagata Power?" His mind was trembling, his eyes were eager and full of desire.

This boy is still a freshman, but he can actually block the impact of the skylight from this outer saint. It's incredible.

However, when he was hopeful, he groaned again, quickly retracted the light, and tapped the broken arm a few times, as blood spurted out again.

Qin Ming coughed up blood, stood up with a shaken body, and said with a smile: "The outer saint's sky light power is also not as strong as I thought, I can bear it!"

He was full of fighting spirit and showed strong confidence.

"Are you insulting me?" The young man in golden armor spoke in a cold voice, his sword-holding hand trembling. A young freshman actually faced him with such a mentality.

Qin Ming said: "Am I wrong? It seems that if you are only reborn seven times, the improvement of physical fitness and the blessing of heavenly light with the great medicine to break through into the outer saint realm are far less powerful than I imagined. Well, I have killed seven or eight golden thieves who were reborn seven times."

In Qin Ming's opinion, this man in golden armor had only taken one more dose of medicine than the older gold thieves, which was enough to let out the light of day.

"Outer Saint, come, let's fight to the death!" he shouted.

The young man in golden armor felt that he was taking advantage of him and called him nephew.

At this point, he no longer regarded this young man as an opponent in the freshman stage, or even as a human being. The other party possessed the mysterious and terrifying Sky Light Power, and was able to resist him, an outer saint, and also had some of the charm of a sword master. He was truly a monster.

"kill!"

The two men fought bloody battles, risking their lives.

Qin Ming ignored his bleeding hand and just kept swinging his sword, attacking with superb and unpredictable sword skills and terrifying sword intent.

In addition, he would occasionally make physical contact with his opponent and fight hard with his Tianguang Force.

"Is that the essence of the earth?" The man in golden armor was shocked. The young man's palms were carrying the essence of the earth. Isn't this a method that only an outer saint can master?

He has not tried it since he stepped into the outer saint realm!

Qin Ming's yellow mud palms struck out continuously, making the man in golden armor feel extremely uncomfortable, with blood flowing from the corners of his mouth.

There is no doubt that Qin Ming's combat power is strongest when he integrates all the heavenly light energy and explodes violently, but the consumption is too great.

At the moment he chose the Yellow Mud Palm, which consumed less energy. Especially after absorbing the strange stone condensed from the essence of the earth veins, the power of this palm technique was extremely terrifying.

Whenever the man in golden armor wanted to fight, Qin Ming would switch to the mixed power of Heavenly Light, burst out with all his strength, and fight the opponent to the end.

He could predict when the opponent would use his full strength, because every time the man in golden armor fought desperately, blood would spurt out from his broken arm.

The man in golden armor had never felt so aggrieved before. He actually fought to this point with a boy who was still a freshman. It was a very uncomfortable battle for him.

Theoretically, as an outer saint, he could kill his opponent with one sword, and could tear the flesh of the young man in an instant with the power of heavenly light.

But now, his sword couldn't cut the young man, and his palm couldn't penetrate the opponent's strange skylight force.

He felt he had no idea where to start and he was already covered in wounds.

At this moment, the man in golden armor turned pale. After fighting with all his strength many times, he had no idea how much blood and essence had gushed out from his broken arm.

He realized that something was wrong. The young man had gritted his teeth and persevered until now, and seemed to be gradually gaining the upper hand.

"It is possible that he could have mastered the incomplete Tathagata Force or the Sky-supporting Force and dragged me to this point. I have lost too much blood and can no longer hold on."

With a clang, the sword in the golden-armored man's hand broke into two pieces. If it weren't for the heavenly light filling him, it would have been chopped to pieces by the mutton-fat jade iron knife.

"This..." The man in golden armor began to think of retreating. As an outer saint, he actually felt nervous and a little afraid of fighting.

"Kill!" Although Qin Ming was coughing up blood, he still charged forward with the knife in hand. The energy of heavenly light surged around him, and he maintained an unparalleled fighting spirit.

"puff!"

A moment later, the left arm of the man in golden armor was cut off!

"Ah..." He let out a shrill scream, finding it hard to believe that he would be the loser in the end.

Qin Ming could hardly hold on any longer. Even though the opponent had only taken one more dose of medicine than the Golden Thief, he was still a master of another level.

He swung his sword for the last time, and with a "puff", he cut off the head of the man in golden armor, and then he himself fell backwards onto the yellow sand.

Qin Ming endured the severe pain all over his body and smiled there. He actually succeeded in killing the saint!

(End of this chapter)