"Impossible!" After thinking of this, Ma Qianqiu rejected Wang Bing's words without hesitation, and because of his decisive refusal, those disciples who were still hesitating to join Wang Bing finally made their own decisions.

At this time, Ma Qianqiu also stood behind a large group of people, who were members of his alliance.

The two forces are facing each other, and the final solution is to have the leaders of the two sides fight!

Suddenly, a pair of boxing gloves that had been worn appeared in Ma Qianqiu's hand, and a powerful force erupted directly from Ma Qianqiu's body.

A flame of nothingness floated out of Wang Bing's body, and the spirit spear appeared in Wang Bing's hand at some point.

At this moment, it was as if everyone's hearts were grabbed.

At the moment when the weapon in Wang Bing's hand appeared, Zhao Xing in the distance suddenly stared, and a memory that he was most reluctant to recall resurfaced in Zhao Xing's mind again.

In the rest area of the Holy War Mountain before, the masked man in black was the weapon used, no matter what, Zhao Xing didn't expect that person to be Wang Bing.

The strength between Zhao Xing and Ma Qianqiu is actually not much different, so since Wang Bing can easily defeat himself, then Ma Qianqiu should also be fine, but it is impossible for Zhao Xing to say such a thing, after all, his face is more important, and now Zhao Xing can only pray that the role of Qiankun Pan can go against the sky and help Ma Qianqiu win.

"Xingtian Fist!" Ma Qianqiu snorted coldly, and then came to Wang Bing's face in an instant, waving his fists quickly, Wang Bing couldn't even see clearly with his own naked eyes, but this didn't have much impact on Wang Bing at all, after all, Wang Bing had a divine sense that no one else had.

In this regard, Wang Bing has already achieved the greatest advantage in the battle, although Ma Qianqiu's speed is very fast, but in Wang Bing's detection range, it is as slow as a snail, but how can Wang Bing solve Ma Qianqiu so quickly.

Ma Qianqiu was very confident in his attainments in Xingtian Fist, but he found that no matter how hard he tried, Wang Bing could barely catch his attack.

And unlike himself, even if Wang Bing just fought back, there would be a pure power that entered his body from the top of the Chongxiao Spirit Spear.

That is, Ma Qianqiu's attack not only could not cause damage to Wang Bing, but also affected his own strength, seeing this, Ma Qianqiu had no choice but to give up hand-to-hand combat with Wang Bing.

The fist gloves disappeared in an instant, and were replaced by a spirit sword, Ma Qianqiu held the spirit sword tightly, and after briefly adjusting his state, he stabbed towards Wang Bing again.

But just when Ma Qianqiu and Wang Bing were getting closer and closer, Ma Qianqiu found that Wang Bing didn't make any movements, but a smile appeared on his face, and it was a victorious smile.

Ma Qianqiu was stunned when he saw this, but the speed still did not slow down at all, and he didn't know what Wang Bing wanted to do, but no matter what kind of trick he used, as long as his spirit sword could penetrate Wang Bing's heart, Wang Bing would have a result in the end, that is, death!

The Chongxiao Spirit Spear in Wang Bing's hand didn't know when it disappeared.

Seeing this, even Ruolan felt extremely surprised, but after all, Ruolan was the woman who knew Wang Bing best now, and she knew that Wang Bing would not do things that lost her mind.

Sure enough, in just a short breath, a spirit sword flashing red appeared in Wang Bing's hand, Wang Bing didn't even look at Ma Qianqiu, all his attention was on the spirit sword, and Ruolan also found that Wang Bing's eyes looked at the lava as if he had once looked at his own eyes.

"Die!" Ma Qianqiu roared directly, and at the same time, his hand trembled, and the sharp sword qi trembled at the top of the spirit sword, so that Ma Qianqiu could ensure that the spirit sword could blow Wang Bing's heart into powder the moment it entered Wang Bing's chest.

But at this moment, a red light blocked the front of Ma Qianqiu's spirit sword, and Ma Qianqiu felt as if he had punched the iron plate, and the hand holding the spirit sword was subjected to a powerful shock.

Before Ma Qianqiu could even react, the firelight penetrated into Ma Qianqiu's body, and he felt that his internal organs were as uncomfortable as if they were being burned by fire, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of Ma Qianqiu's mouth.

Seeing this, Zhao Xing on the side hurriedly rushed over, a bottle of elixir appeared in Zhao Xing's hand, and he quickly fed the elixir into Ma Qianqiu's mouth, and at this time, the red light faintly floated out of Ma Qianqiu's body.

Seeing this, Zhao Xing wanted to slap the red light, but as soon as his hand was raised, he heard a sound of breaking wind, he quickly looked down, and then found that there was an extra spear under his feet, and this spear was the spiritual weapon that left him with nightmare memories in the first place.

"You can carry him back. At this time, Wang Bing's voice not far away suddenly came Zhao Xing's voice looking at Wang Bing, he couldn't speak for a long time, he didn't expect that it was Wang Bing who stayed on the competition field, and the strength between himself and Wang Bing was so different.

In the end, Zhao Xing could only lower his head, then picked up Ma Qianqiu, who had lost consciousness, and finally walked back to the previous place step by step.

(End of chapter)