"Full force?"

Jing Qing held his sword, knowing in his heart that the other party was brewing, and he was afraid that the next moment, a thunderous offensive would be launched.

Now is the weakest and most appropriate moment for them to come out with their sword.

But when he thought of the word full strength in the other party's mouth, he didn't want to start, he just wanted to use his own sword to respond to the straight, to be strong against strong, to see which was stronger and which was weaker.

"I know it's stupid, but I really want to see it, the other party's full strength."

"Na, I've won two games anyway, even if I lose this one, it's nothing, with my strength, even if I lose, it's no problem to survive."

"Anyway, I also want to try the newly created Nanming Lihuo Sword, what is the actual combat effect, and what level of my strength has reached."

Entangled in his heart, Jing Qing simply put aside other thoughts.

There is only confidence in himself left in his heart, as well as the expectation of Nan Mingli's first appearance with the fire sword.

"When you turn into a fire, the fire lotus is angry."

At this moment, the leading Jindan monk Xie Jun suddenly spoke.

The words fell, and the aura rippled.

Thirty-two equal lines were formed, breaking all prohibitions in the air, and piercing the sky a hundred meters above his head.

Faintly, the one hundred and ten long lines actually formed a set of three-dimensional overlapping triple fire spirit arrays, which gradually stimulated a powerful power with the supporting fire techniques of the four monks.

"Whew!"

Nine red flames condensed in the sky, swirling and floating, and then released violently.

In the spirit array, a nine-petal fire lotus flower was formed, which fell from the clouds thousands of kilometers away and pressed towards the top of Jing Qing's head.

"Awesome."

Jing Qing narrowed his eyes, naturally he didn't use his spiritual sense, and his keen six senses could still detect the fierce fire hidden in the lotus petals of that fire lotus.

It was a golden pill, the product of three foundations, and the full force of the application, and there was a high-level joint spell amplification, which attracted the fire spirits of the four directions, and the bright flames actually burned the air into nothingness.

Such a power is extremely violent and dangerous, and even surpasses the heavenly thunder that met for Jin Yu not long ago.

Faced with such a dangerous situation, Jing Qing calmed down, and the mysterious swordsmanship trajectories crossed his mind.

In just one thousandth of a second, relying on the soul power that is many times stronger than others, and the artistic conception of the streamer.

In this short moment, he forcibly combined the swordsmanship of Nanming's fire sword with the fire refining that covered the sky, recalculated it, and stabbed it out with a sword.

"Nan Ming Lihuo Sword, the first style, fire breaking flames."

Gripping the void tightly, Jing Qing slashed horizontally in the air on the side of his body.

The huge spiritual power rushed into the sword, hidden in the air and forbidden, and the scorching fire spirit, as if receiving an inviolable law, fluttered and moved, converging into a sharp sword, roaring out.

Break the fire with fire.

This sword, although it looks simple, also has a god shape.

Not only does it have the essence of the sword intent of slashing, but it is even full of a unique kendo momentum.

That was the realization from the flame of the golden feather.

What's more, although this style of sword technique is comprehended in the flames, it is specialized in overcoming the fire spirit, and can cut off the fire from the root.

The sword flashed at a gallop on the iron platform.

In just the blink of an eye, he crossed a distance of four hundred meters and slashed towards the rapidly pressing fire lotus.

Like a kitchen knife cutting flowers, the sharp sword flashed a few times, and then the nine-petal fire lotus flower was chopped into fine powder, fluttering.

"The power is good, after the transformation of the Golden Feather bloodline, the power of the flame seems to be able to burn all tangible things, even if it is the same flame, as long as the grade is not enough, it cannot be avoided."

"Although it only imitates two points of charm now, the degree of difficulty is not inferior to the ordinary artistic conception."

Jing Qing nodded with satisfaction.

"This sword is so weird."

Ming Ruo looked at the sword light suspiciously, although from the perspective of Jing Qing's technique, it was indeed the same as the Nanming Lihuo Sword she had verified, but she always felt that there was something intolerable.

It's like water and fire, metal and wood.

Soon, though, she shook her head and fell silent.

Nan Ming's fire sword is inherently broken, and when a thousand people see it, they will have a thousand understandings.

She didn't really learn, so she didn't have the qualifications, saying that Jing Qing's swordsmanship was wrong, how it should be.

"Fellow disciples, the second turn of the ghost fire, fierce life."

The fire refining was broken, but the true disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect were not moved in the slightest, and continued to cast spells calmly.

With the transformation of the spell, the fluttering fire lotus powder actually gathered rapidly, forming a huge ghost claw, and the power was not weakened in the slightest, but even stronger.

The nature of the flame is also completely transformed from high temperature to bone-penetrating cold.

In just a few seconds, thin ice had already formed on the wide death platform.

Some of the disciples of the Fire Spirit Sect who were weaker in cultivation outside the stage were also dizzy, just looking at it, most of their essence was lost, and they had to leave to rest.

"Ghost fire, this is a flame from the darkness, it is said to be able to devour essence and make living beings die of exhaustion."

"But I'm really sorry, this dark thing doesn't work for me at all!"

Jing Qing was not afraid, raised his sword and slashed again, and the incandescent pure yang sword shadow flew in the air, letting go of the vast light.

This is a swordsmanship that comes from the artistic conception of pure yang, the origin of the avenue.

What Jing Qing perceived, although it was just the fur of the fur, was not worth mentioning, but it could still eliminate all the gloom like the great sun.

In the dazzling and vast light, hundreds of white sword lights, like a torrential wind and rain, the ghost claws were completely crushed and turned into nothingness before they could get close to Jingqing for a hundred meters.

This is crushing restraint.

"Poof."

The ghost fire was turned into nothingness, and even transformed into yang, merging into Jingqing's sword blade.

Xie Jun's face turned pale suddenly, and he spat blood, but his footsteps continued to turn, precise and unmistakable.

"Three turns of the heavenly fire, extinguished."

The three-dimensional triple fire spirit array operating in the void instantly merged into one, forming a huge formation.

Dozens of fingertip dotted pure heavenly flames were born from the sky above the center of the array, and the flames that could not be seen were colored, swaying gently, exuding heart-palpitating fluctuations.

Syllable!

The fireworks born in heaven and earth, as soon as they stabilized, rolled restlessly, burning the fire spirit array.

Immediately, two slender flames stretched out, like a pair of flame wings, erupting into a heat wave that soared into the sky.

The waves of fire surrounded most of the iron platform, burning countless prohibitions, and even the refined iron platform melted into deep pits, and the heavy molten iron dripped on the ground, burning a large area of translucent earth and stone liquid.

"The power of Tianhuo is not weak, junior brother, can you take it?"

In the guest seats, Jiang Liu stood upright, and his eyes became serious.

"Winged Skyfire! I didn't expect that in the Fire Spirit Sect, there would be such a secret technique. ”

Yu Lin blinked his eyes, and a sneer flashed in his heart: "But it's a pity, such a powerful joint formation technique won't work at all, that guy has a trick in his hand, the absolute nemesis of Tianhuo!" ”

The weirdest of all is Fluttershy, who stares at the flickering flames and licks her lips, "Like, it's delicious." ”

"Heavenly fire."

In the flames, Jing Qing looked strange, directly put the sword back into the sheath, took out the beast bag, and released the golden feather.

With a cry, Jin Yu couldn't wait to pounce on the flame, and with a beak, he swallowed Tianyan.

Then, on the surface of its body, it emitted a formidable golden light, its wings spread, and the golden-colored flame liquid flowed down drop by drop, merging into a small stream of fire in the air.