Zhuang Yinghao only felt that the cold air around him was pressing, and he couldn't help but shiver a few times as if he were twitching.

He slowly opened his eyes, and couldn't help but look at the scene in front of him with horror on his face.

only to see that he was surrounded by a huge sword array in the center, surrounded by phantom swords that shone with a cold light.

The tip of the sword pointed at Zhuang Yinghao, the closest distance was no more than an inch, and Zhuang Yinghao could clearly feel a substantial, sharp sword revealing a chill.

The cold meaning pierced deep into his bone marrow through the tip of the sword, and the indescribable coldness invaded from the limbs to the whole body, making his whole body freeze on the spot.

In one breath, Zhuang Yinghao's chest was against the cold air exuded from the tip of the sword, and there were several soft sneering sounds in his ears, and the clothes on Zhuang Yinghao's chest were torn, and the clothes on his arms and thighs were also cut by the sword qi.

The onlookers couldn't see Zhuang Yinghao's figure at all, and looking over from their seats, they only felt that Zhuang Yinghao looked like a hedgehog full of swords at this moment.

Thousands of densely packed swords, layer after layer, enveloped the turtle boy in circles and circles, completely submerging his figure.

Even if they were just sitting on the viewing platform, from such a long distance, the onlookers were still chilling and shivering, and their scalps felt numb.

What kind of head hanging a knife or something is really weak, look at Zhuang Yinghao's stupid thing, but at this moment, he is completely hanging tens of millions of swords on his head, and the sword costs people's lives.

It's horrible!

Some of them hadn't heard of Qin Xiaoyoukai teaching a group of cultivators in the square before, but most of those who hadn't experienced it were just a joke.

A little monster who has reached the pinnacle of the potion on the way to the potion, also has a strong talent for sword cultivation, and her sword cultivation attainments can be higher than countless people, is this possible, is this like words?

And now, Qin Xiaodemon in the eyes of everyone is slapping them hard with facts.

Everyone wants to cry, people are really incomparable, they are all tears, the gap between the abyss is really heart-to-heart.

Hearing is false, seeing is believing, and now no one dares to despise the little guy in front of him. A Guiyuan-level pharmacist with strong sword cultivation strength, wherever he goes, he is an incomparably respected existence.

There are also some people who are quick to move, and quickly transmit the news they have learned to their families and sects through various channels.

The brains are moving fast, and I have already thought of it: the Yun Clan, the Yun Clan, which has been silent and depressed for hundreds of years, this is the rhythm of the rise!

With a smile on his face, he stretched out his hand and casually tossed and arranged thousands of sharp swords, these were obviously just illusory sword shadows condensed by spiritual energy, but under Qin Xiaoyou's plain hand, they were clearly like physical swords hanging in the air.

It can be seen that this little monster's control of aura has reached the point of how to reach the peak.

In just one breath, thousands of illusory swords parted to both sides, making way for only one person to enter and exit.

Only then did everyone see Zhuang Yinghao, who was wrapped in the sword ring.

The boy was already paralyzed on the ground in fright, sweating profusely, muttering to himself, and covered in rags.

With a shake of his body, he lifted the Zhuang Yinghao with one hand.

Zhuang Yinghao was already so frightened that he had no fighting spirit, and his heart was full of only the idea of survival, constantly shaking his trembling body, and begging for mercy loudly, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat!" Leave me alone. ”

At this time, his heart was full of bitterness and regret, and he was extremely regretful that he had dared to speak out unashamedly before, so that Qin Shuntian would admit defeat directly? No wonder Qin Shuntian's expression was so calm at that time, with such disdain in his eyes.

With his current strength, if Qin Shuntian really wanted to kill him, he could take his life in a breath.

He raised his hand and touched Zhuang Yinghao's dog head, nodded with a smile and said, "Since you have already admitted defeat, then I won't beat you to death." There you go. ”

After saying that, he casually threw Zhuang Yinghao out of the air, let him fly in the air for two seconds, and fell to the ground with a bang.

The onlookers couldn't help but sigh: Girl, you are so cruel, is it really good?

Zhuang Yinghao stood up with a frightened face, glanced up and down at his eyes, and found that his hands and feet were there, and the five were intact, so he breathed a long sigh of relief, and respectfully saluted in the direction of the sky, "Thank you, Your Excellency, for not killing." ”

The male host walked up quickly, and announced quickly, "No. 1, Your Excellency Qin Shuntian wins!" ”

"Next ......" The male host's eyes stared at the crystal screen, his eyes were full of strangeness, and he paused before saying, "No. 1, No. 273!" ”

"Wow!" The thunderous roar that originally erupted on the field was cleaned up in an instant, and all of a sudden fell into silence.

Everyone looked at Qin Yitian who was standing in the middle of the arena with strange expressions.

As soon as he wanted to put away the thousands of phantom swords and leave the venue, he suddenly heard the host report "No. 1" again, and subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the crystal screen.

Sure enough, it was her number plate, which was quietly appearing in the fourth row of the screen, indicating the next fourth group of competitions.

Against the sky silently stood back in place, standing in front of the thousands of sword shadows, with a wave of his hand, the phantom swords formed by thousands of spiritual qi swished and arranged neatly, and "stand" behind the sky in a very orderly manner, covering the sky and the sun, and there were sword shadows everywhere at a glance.

With a clang, everyone's jaws hit the ground again.

Mother, these thousands of phantom swords, you won't take it back? Is it appropriate to hang behind you with a big thorn?

Sword cultivation is cultivation, as long as you are not a fool, you know that any kind of move will consume the spiritual energy or elemental power in the body!

Controlling thousands of phantom swords against the sky, such a big move, the aura consumed makes people want to die in minutes.

With such a violent and long-term consumption, wouldn't you really be able to deplete your aura?

After ordinary people release a big move, they hurry up to either breathe or recuperate for a while, they really haven't seen a god like Qin Xiaoyouwei, while releasing the big move and keeping the big move still, while chatting happily with the host, is this still something that a person can do?

This monster, why didn't God mean that they accepted her?

No. 273 ran up with everyone's sympathetic, pity, and grief eyes, and looked at a certain child standing in front of thousands of illusory swords without tears.

Looking at the person against the sky, his little hand was raised high and raised gently.

Thousands of vibrations sounded at the same time, and the tip of the cold sword, glowing with white light, aimed at the two hundred and seventy-three standing opposite.

"I'm from the Qin family, by, by, by! Qin Qin, Qin Xiangheng. The child instantly burst into tears and asked weakly, "Dada, Miss, can I admit defeat and defeat?" ”