The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

On the other side, Qin Changye was also sent flying backwards and crashed heavily to the ground, pretending to be seriously injured.

He even staggered several times and couldn't get up from the ground.

This acting is superb!

On the other side, Niu Ben's massive corpse crashed to the ground with an even heavier thud.

Sighs and gasps rose from the crowd.

Who could have imagined that Niu Ben, who was originally confident of victory, would suddenly take a dramatic turn and die under Qin Changye's sword?

"That idiot Niu Ben, he underestimated his opponent!"

Tie Shanyue sighed deeply. He had lost the first peak battle that he was certain to win.

Not only is Qin Changye, the enemy who killed their two daughters, still alive, but this is also a huge blow to the morale of the Tie family army.

"It was partly because Niu Ben underestimated his opponent, and partly because Qin Changye's sword strike was too fast."

Zhou Tianci also looked regretful, but continued, "Qin Changye has collapsed to the ground. Niu Ben's punch just now clearly injured him badly, and he has lost his fighting ability for a short time."

"Master, let me go next!"

"Master, let me go!"

"Don't argue with me, let me do it!"

Ren Pingsheng and the others started scrambling for it again.

But then Qin Changye's firm voice rang out: "Help me up, I can still fight!"

As he spoke, Qin Changye waved his right hand, burying Niu Ben's body in the second level of the Burial Immortal Tower.

The orange burial soil surged and covered his corpse, and then a thick, long orange energy quickly flowed into Qin Changye's body.

In addition, his Vajra Body was also given back to Qin Changye.

boom……

Qin Changye's words caused an uproar throughout the room.

He's already so badly injured, and he still wants to fight?

Is he made of iron?

Ren Pingsheng and the other two wanted to say something, but they heard Qin Changye transmit his voice: "My serious injuries were all faked. I'm actually fine."

Upon hearing this, the three were stunned, but quickly understood Qin Changye's good intentions. He was preparing to continue playing dumb to deceive others!

The three reacted quickly, pulling Qin Changye up while cooperating with his performance.

They loudly proclaimed that Qin Changye was severely injured, with many bones broken, and that he would surely die if they fought another battle.

Ren Pingsheng, in particular, somehow obtained some red medicine and secretly slipped several bottles into Qin Changye's hand when no one was looking.

"What? He wants to continue fighting?"

On the Tie family army's side, Tie Shanyue was also stunned. Perhaps fearing that Qin Changye would change his mind, he hurriedly asked the group of senior generals behind him, "Quickly, who will fight him next?"

"I'll do it!"

A high-ranking general, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a purplish complexion and lips that were almost blackish-purple, strode out.

As he walked, the ground beneath his feet made a hissing, corrosive sound, and the grass in his path withered and died instantly, even turning the soil into an eerie purple.

Many people recognized that this was the body of the Nether Poison!

Among the three thousand physiques in the human realm, it surpasses the Vajra Body and ranks over two thousand two hundred.

Its lethality on the battlefield far surpasses that of the former.

It is said that once this constitution is activated, the whole body is full of poison.

Even the air they exhale is poisonous...

"Your sword is fast, but what's the use?"

This poison cultivator, named Chen Feng, had a face that was turning purple, filled with a look of certainty: "The closer you get to me, the deeper the poison will penetrate your body. Before long, you won't even be able to lift your sword. On the contrary, my combat power in the poisonous fog will only get stronger."

As soon as he finished speaking, the purple poisonous mist surged towards Qin Changye as if it were alive.

Qin Changye did not retreat, but instead stepped directly into the poisonous fog.

Chen Feng was stunned for a moment, then a look of wild joy flashed in his eyes. He had seen too many arrogant people who tried to force their way into the poisonous fog, and every one of them died a terrible death.

Qin Changye will be no exception!

After stepping into the poisonous fog, Qin Changye drew his sword.

Although he was "severely injured," Qin Changye seemed to have activated some kind of "forbidden technique," forcibly boosting his condition for a short period of time, and the speed at which he thrust out his ink sword did not decrease at all.

puff!

Caught off guard, Chen Feng was stabbed in the left shoulder by the black sword.

He was somewhat surprised, but the look of certainty on his face did not fade in the slightest.

He was certain that Qin Changye's attack was the last strike after activating the forbidden technique, and it failed to hit his vital point, let alone his only weakness, the location of the poison sac.

Qin Changye couldn't hold out for long in this purple poisonous fog.

Sure enough, Qin Changye thrust out several more swords, but they were not only weak and powerless, but also much slower, and Qin Changye easily dodged them.

Looking at Qin Changye again, he was swaying and staggering, clearly on the verge of death.

Next, Chen Feng seized the opportunity and launched a counterattack, striking Qin Changye in the chest with a palm.

This palm strike carries a deadly poison; it can kill instantly upon contact with the skin.

Qin Changye staggered and turned to the side, narrowly avoiding the palm strike. His ink sword was thrust out at an unbelievable angle, almost "subconsciously."

The sword tip pierced three inches below Chen Feng's right rib.

And this is where the only poison sac in his body is located.

It is also his most fatal weakness.

Chen Feng felt a sense of foreboding. With the poison sac ruptured, the deadly poison that had accumulated in his body for many years began to backfire uncontrollably on him.

His purplish face darkened visibly.

Qin Changye seemed quite "surprised" that his "luck" was so good that a "casual" sword strike had "just happened" to pierce his fatal weakness.

He then pressed his advantage, piercing Chen Feng's chest with another sword strike.

Afterwards, he casually buried Chen Feng's body on the second floor of the Burial Tower.

The orange burial soil surged and buried the corpse, and then the orange energy and his Nether Poisonous Body nourished Qin Changye.

"General Qin has won again!"

"General Qin is majestic and imposing!"

"General Qin is invincible!"

……

The Zhenbei Army, who had been completely disheartened, erupted in a thunderous roar after a brief moment of stunned silence upon witnessing this unexpected turn of events.

They had never worshipped anyone like they worshipped Qin Changye!

Naturally, another wave of faith swept in...

"Damn, Qin Changye narrowly won again!"

"This Qin Changye is incredibly lucky!"

"I've served General Chen Feng for decades and never knew where his poison sac was. Qin Changye guessed it perfectly with a casual sword strike. This is Heaven's will to destroy General Chen Feng!"

……

On the contrary, the soldiers of the Tie family army were dumbfounded.

Iron Mountain Yue, mounted on his warhorse, was ashen-faced. In his attempt to kill Qin Changye, he had lost two of his generals.

The key difference is that one of these two generals was too careless and was killed by Qin Changye, while the other was too unlucky and was stabbed in the poison sac by Qin Changye.

Each one of them died a more pathetic death than the last!

The only consolation is that after the two matches, Qin Changye was seriously injured and deeply poisoned, and his life was nearing its end.

"Help me up! I want to fight again in the next match!"

As Qin Changye spoke, he used the excuse of wiping his face to smear the red medicine that Ren Pingsheng had given him earlier all over his face.

Ren Pingsheng quickly stepped forward, pretending to be in excruciating pain, and while helping Qin Changye up, he slipped him several bottles of red medicine.

boom…

The entire audience erupted in chaos.

He's already halfway to his grave, yet he still wants to keep fighting?

Does he really not know how to write the word "death"?