Spirit, on the Heavenly Saint Continent, represents the law.

The true spirit is the complete law.

Everything follows certain laws and develops and evolves by itself.

The power of the law is powerful, and no martial artist will deny this.

The law of confrontation is also the only law.

Feeling the strong ** rule contained in Qin Yi's sword momentum, it was cold and gloomy, and everyone couldn't muster up the courage and didn't have the slightest heart to resist, as if waiting for death was the only choice.

Chen Yu looked at Qin Yi in mid-air, and found that he couldn't even speak at this time, and his heart was unwilling, if he didn't admit defeat, he couldn't imagine the consequences of taking this sword.

It's so powerful!

The sword momentum containing the law of ice alone was enough for him to have no chance of winning.

At this moment, even if you can speak, your voice can't be heard.

"This is a spirit-level martial art?"

Patriarch Chen's understanding of the way of the sword far surpassed the others, and when he felt Qin Yi's sword, even he, a powerhouse with a sevenfold qi path, was terrified.

"Yu'er, admit defeat quickly!"

Patriarch Chen roared.

"It's too late, bye-bye!"

As soon as the words fell, countless sword shadows, like a blizzard, rushed towards Chen Yu, enveloping the martial arts platform.

"No!"

Chen Yu was unwilling, very unwilling, and suddenly roared angrily.

He didn't despair, although Qin Yi's sword was a genuine spirit-level martial art, but Qin Yi's cultivation was insufficient, his true qi was also insufficient, and he had no martial intent, so he couldn't exert the power that a true spirit should have, let alone burst out with the powerful destructive power of the Purple Snow Spirit Sword.

If Qin Yi was a seven-fold qi path and in his heyday, this sword would be enough to destroy half of the martial arts arena.

And now, the power of this sword is only less than one percent.

Yicheng means that Chen Yu still has the possibility of counterattacking, and there is still hope of victory, and even the true spirit that lacks martial intent has countless flaws, but the power is stronger than that of the void spirit.

"Aomei three swords, three swords cold sky!"

Chen Yu made a decision in his heart, kicked his feet, soared into the sky, the sword flashed, and a huge sword shadow broke through the air behind him, flew towards Qin Yi, and finally turned into a proud snow plum with one into three, wanting to block the powerful sword qi like a blizzard.

"Boom, boom, boom......"

True qi collided, and the sword roared like a song.

A violent wave of air, like a thousand-year-old volcanic eruption, eventually formed a tornado hurricane, sweeping away in all directions, destroying the withering and decaying.

I saw that the competition platform was razed to the ground in an instant, and even, the sword qi storm affected the only remaining competition platform nearby, and the audience seat that was closer to the competition platform could not escape the catastrophe, affecting the pond fish, everyone retreated, but fortunately, the guards shot in time to block the terrifying air wave.

"Poof!"

In the wind, Chen Yu flew high, a mouthful of blood spurted out, his eyes were full of unwillingness, but his eyelids had to be closed, and he finally passed out.

It turned out that the spirit-level martial arts were really so powerful and incomparable, even if Qin Yi's cultivation was insufficient, his true qi was insufficient, and only that he was not powerful enough to be powered, it was still not something that mortal-level martial arts could resist, unless he cultivated the third sword of Aomei's three swords to the realm of perfection.

It's just that......

Even for a genius, it is not easy to cultivate a mortal-level top-level martial art to the realm of perfection.

And Qin Yi is just a special case among geniuses, such martial arts comprehension geniuses are too rare.

With a "boom", Chen Yu fell heavily to the ground.

The contest is over!

"Whew-"

Qin Yi floated down and fell into a huge pit that was shocking, and slowly exhaled a big breath, his face was extremely ugly, and even pale and bloodless.

Whether it is true qi or physical strength, it is seriously overdepleted.

"Bang!"

With a soft sound, the inferior true sword in his hand exploded, and it was scattered all over the sky like stardust.

The right arm that originally held the Xia Pin Zhen Sword was long gone, and it was bloody, leaving only a bloody hand bone, which was covered with cracks.

"Bang!"

There was a muffled sound, and even the bones of the hand shattered.

Stand alone!

"Playing big......

When Qin Yi saw this scene, he felt palpitations for a while, the spirit-level martial arts were really not something he could touch, if he forcibly cast the Luofeng Spirit Palm, it was estimated that not only would he not be able to stand here, but even a pile of white bones would remain, and even a touch of bone powder.

With a "grunt", Qin Yi gritted his teeth, endured the pain, did not hesitate, took out a golden elixir, swallowed it, and saw that on the arm where the arm was broken, the muscles squirmed rapidly, and grew out again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This pill is a five-turn true pill, named "Xuanling Pill", as long as the hands and feet are just broken, it can grow immediately, but the price is a bit big, a "Xuanling Pill" cost Qin Yi one million taels of gold.

Qin Yi only had one, not that he didn't want to buy more for self-defense, but it was difficult to buy it even if he had money.

"Big brother!"

As soon as Bai Linglong saw that Qin Yi had no arms, he immediately rushed over and cried out in grief.

"I'm fine."

Qin Yi walked over and smiled nonchalantly, although the arm was saved, but within a month, the right arm that had just grown out could not be moved temporarily.

"Are you really okay?"

Bai Linglong looked at Qin Yi's brand-new right arm uneasily.

"Really."

After that, he stretched out his left arm, picked up Bai Linglong, and walked towards Bai Yun in the rest area.

"This is really messy!"

Qin Long looked at this scene and couldn't help but curse.

Zhou Yudan and Zhou Peidan were silent, but they did not deny Qin Long's words, Qin Yi was too chaotic.

Chen Yu naturally let the children of the Chen family take him away, and his life was saved, but he was in bed for at least half a month.

"Zu Xun is really true......

Qin Hu couldn't help but take a deep breath, only in this way could he calm down his excitement a little, and in this way, the Qin family had two spirit-level beginner martial arts.

Luo Feng Lingzhang naturally couldn't let others know.

Purple Snow Spirit Sword, as one of the Purple Sword Sect's Zhenzong martial arts, Qin Hu is not worried that others dare to mess around, the ancestor of the Qin family is a disciple of the Purple Sword Sect, and it is permissible to pass on the Purple Snow Sword Technique, and the descendants of the Qin family have comprehended the Purple Snow Spirit Sword from the Purple Snow Sword Technique, and the Purple Sword Sect will not be held accountable, but will win over such a genius.

In the Purple Sword Sect, cultivating the Purple Snow Sword Technique is a long-term test, if you comprehend the Purple Snow Spirit Sword from it, even if you don't break through to the realm of the Yuan Dao, you can become a true disciple, but the premise is that the cultivation realm must be at least nine levels of the Qi Dao.

Without a cultivation realm that matches the spirit-level martial arts, it is completely impossible, and the consequences of Qin Yi's forcible use of the Purple Snow Spirit Sword just now are the best examples.

In fact, the Purple Snow Spirit Sword that Qin Yi comprehended could only be understood, not spoken, and could only be rehearsed for people, but could not be described, many things, for the time being, he had not really understood.

Because of this, he far underestimated the power of the spirit-level beginner-level martial arts, but fortunately he did not try to fall into the phoenix spirit palm, but chose the purple snow spirit sword, even if this sword was not even a beginner, the power was still too much for the lower-grade true sword to bear.

Estimate......

Only the best real weapon can barely withstand the power of the spirit-level beginner-level martial arts.

Not far from the remaining tournament platform, a man and a woman stood.

The woman's beautiful appearance is Fang Jun's sister Fang Qiaoyu, and the man, who looks exactly like Fang Jun, is Fang Jun's younger brother - Fang Jun, one of the two dark horses in this martial arts competition.

"Are you still sure?"

Fang Qiaoyu was extremely shocked when she saw Qin Yi displaying her spirit-level martial arts, and she was even more jealous, and once again understood why Miao Bingyu was so jealous of Qin Yi.

"Yes."

Fang Jun smiled confidently and said slowly, "He doesn't have a chance to display this kind of spirit-level martial art again, so he shouldn't be afraid." After a pause, "Maybe he has more powerful hole cards, but any powerful martial arts requires true qi, and now, Qin Yi's sea of qi, true qi has already bottomed out." ”

"Yes."

Fang Qiaoyu smiled knowingly, and said disdainfully: "Looking at the way he just walked, his physical strength was seriously overdrawn, and it is estimated that he can't even walk steadily, and he is still holding on, I really think that holding that girl can make people believe that he still has strength, but he is just a frightened bird." ”

"That's right."

Fang Jun looked at Qin Yi's back, smiled coldly, and said more confidently: "In the last competition, even if I can't kill him, he will lose all his cultivation, once he has no cultivation, even if he has extraordinary understanding, what can he do, he is not a waste." ”

"Don't worry, my sister will help you support everything."

Fang Qiaoyu laughed gloomily, even if Fang Jun "missed" and killed Qin Yi, the Qin family couldn't do anything to him, not even the Fengyun City Lord.

The eldest sister of the Fang family, the eldest sister of Fang Qiaoyu, not long ago, finally became the crown princess of today's Yanggu Kingdom, because of her husband, she was finally made the crown prince by the emperor.

Today's Fang family can be said to be different from what it used to be.

"My brother will definitely repay my sister well!"

When Fang Jun heard this, his big hand inadvertently hugged Fang Qiaoyu's waist.

"That's bad!"

……

In the blink of an eye, the time for a cup of tea passed.

The Fengyun Martial Arts Conference finally ushered in the most anticipated competition.

In fact, even if Qin Yi and Fang Jun are not comparable, they can enter the next round, but the two of them obviously have no such plans.

In this competition, it directly determines who is the first place.

Once you lose, no one will be able to stand on the competition platform tomorrow.

Victory without a fight is the inevitable result of tomorrow.

"Big brother, is it really okay?" Bai Linglong asked worriedly.

"Not really."

Qin Yi couldn't help but laugh for a while, but Bai Linglong had such a reaction, it was normal, no matter how he looked at it, he would definitely lose this competition, even if he was himself, he was only fifty percent sure.

"Big brother, heart." Bai Yun could only choose to believe in Qin Yi.

"Hmm."

With that, Qin Yi turned around and walked towards the only remaining martial arts platform in the No. 1 martial arts area.

I saw that the martial arts platform was not complete, it had already become pitted, because of the impact of Qin Yi's Purple Snow Spirit Sword, there was less than seventy percent of the area left.

And Fang Jun has long stood on the competition platform, like a god of war who must win, arrogant.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time."