Qin Yue stepped forward and still said in a flat tone: "Since Your Excellency is here, then please show up!" ”

"Elder." The disciple's face was overjoyed, and he spoke.

"Humph!" Qin Yue snorted lightly.

The disciple only felt as if a thunderclap flashed in his mind, suddenly! His face was pale, he felt his blood surging out, and a mouthful of blood ran down his throat, spit out, and passed out.

Qin Yue smiled slightly, if the system didn't release the task, maybe they would have participated in this trade fair in a low-key and safe manner, but now, some people want to embarrass themselves, they need to be famous, and they hit it off, so naturally there is no need to be polite.

"Presumptuous! The Xuanshui Sect will not allow you to act recklessly here. ”

A voice came with anger at Edgeworth, he was thin and middle-aged, standing on top of Edgeworth, his eyes were arrogant and condescending, and he looked at Qin Yue coldly:

"This seat is the law enforcement elder of the outer sect of the Xuanshui Sect, and you coerced my outer disciple of the Xuanshui Sect in public and made him unconscious, which is simply a great rebellion."

"I'm afraid this is a game that Your Excellency set up before." Qin Yue's face did not change, and he said calmly:

"The huge Xuanshui Sect didn't see a single disciple, it's too abnormal."

The faces of the other two immortals changed together, and only then did they find that there was no figure around, and the only one was still lying unconscious on the ground.

One of them looked at the thin middle-aged man in mid-air and said with an unkind face, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The other also looked at him coldly.

Both knew they should be trapped in a formation.

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and said: "This matter is only for Qin Yue of Xuantian Sect, it has nothing to do with the two of you, please push the two of you aside, and after taking me down this person, I will take you away." ”

A stream of cultivation belonging to the middle stage of foundation building spread from him and rushed towards Qin Yue.

The strong fight, and the momentum precedes the confrontation!

After the two early foundation monks glanced at each other, they stood aside, intending to watch from the wall, not to make a move!

"There is no excuse for the sin that you want to add!"

Qin Yue smiled slightly, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain:

"You're not worthy."

With his big hand, a fire dragon of tens of meters flew towards the middle-aged man in mid-air with teeth and claws, the dragon's head was hideous, and the dragon teeth in his mouth were cold.

The thin middle-aged man standing on the sword had a great change in complexion, and this fire dragon actually made him feel the threat, and he hurriedly pinched the magic trick and shouted: "A hundred swords come out together!" ”

Suddenly, a hundred different swords appeared behind him, including broadswords, thin swords, long swords, and short swords, all of which were different, the only thing that was the same was that the sword light was unusually sharp, sharpening iron like mud, glowing with cold light.

"A hundred swords, but they are just mortal soldiers." Qin Yue's expression remained unchanged, he sneered in his mouth, and his right hand leaned forward, and the fire dragon in mid-air became more magnificent and coercive, making the two monks watching the battle begin to take dozens of steps back!

The scorching temperature filled the entire formation space, as if it was in magma, rolling like a tide.

"Up"

The thin middle-aged man's face was shocked, and he quickly bit the tip of his index finger, leaving a drop of blood on his fingertip, and his finger waved forward slightly, giving the drop of blood to the spirit sword under his feet.

"Weng Weng!"

The spirit sword was shaking, as if it was cheering, and then jumping.

The thin middle-aged man forced out the drop of blood and gave it to the sword, and it seemed that he had consumed a lot of vitality, and his face turned pale in vain.

The more he got off the sword, the yuan force around his body trembled, and he stepped in the air.

After the spirit sword buzzed, it absorbed that drop of blood into the sword body, and quickly flew behind the thin middle-aged man, standing in the midst of a hundred swords.

The hundred swords trembled, and their power suddenly increased, and the spirit sword stood proudly among the hundred swords like a king, like a main general, commanding and sitting.

One hundred and one swords flew mightily towards the dragon that Qin Yue's Yuan Qi had turned into.

Qin Yue's eyes flashed with fierceness, and he said, "You still have some ability, but you are still a lot behind Fang Zhou." ”

"Don't be ashamed!"

The thin middle-aged man snorted coldly, his face showing a cold light.

The two monks in the early stage of foundation building who were watching the battle around them, there was a slight cold sweat on their foreheads, and in the middle stage of foundation building, the difference of a small level was like a chasm, and it was difficult to cross!

The eyes of the two of them looking at Qin Yue had changed from slight awe to horror.

"This person is actually competing with the momentum and power of the early stage of foundation building with all his strength, and looking at his face, it seems that he is not using all his strength!"

From the beginning of the confrontation to a little awe to surprise to the current horror, like watching the lights, just like Trump changing his face.

Although Qin Yue looked down on the thin middle-aged man on the surface, he was a little solemn in his heart, this person was in the middle stage of foundation building with Fang Zhou, but it was a few points weaker than Fang Zhou, but it was also worth Qin Yue's cautious treatment.

Take out the Qingyue Sword from the Na Ring and inject Yuan Li.

"Choke"

The sound of drawing a sword came out, and Qin Yue threw the Qingyue Sword in his hand towards the fire dragon that was coiled with a hundred swords in midair.

"Aang!"

With a roar, the fire dragon swallowed the Qingyue Sword into its belly.

Time

The fire dragon that was originally below suddenly changed dramatically.

The fire dragon swelled beyond one-third of its original size, majestic, and the dragon's head was even more hideous, roaring with a hundred swords.

"Damn! It's another spirit sword..."

The two immortals watching the battle suddenly felt an imbalance in their hearts.

One of them is the sect master of a small sect, and the other is the patriarch of a small and medium-sized family, although they are noble foundation building immortals, they do not have spiritual level magic weapons.

The price of each spirit level magic weapon can discourage the two of them.

Spirit-level magic weapons, many of them only use mortal-level blades in the early stage of foundation building.

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

"Buzz"

Not to be outdone under the control of the spirit sword, the hundred swords resounded throughout the formation space.

Finally, the light of the hundred swords was magnificent, and the dazzling light filled the entire formation space.

The fire dragon proudly raised the dragon's head and opened its bloody mouth.

"Aang!"

Bursts of sound and the humming of a hundred swords cancel each other out.

The dragon's head was raised, the Qingyue Sword in its head trembled slightly, and the fiery red light of the fire dragon's body spread out.

The fiery red light that diffused and the light that burst out of the hundred swords canceled each other out.

For a while, the entire space was filled with rich mana fluctuations, spreading out in all directions like water waves.

The two foundation building monks who were watching the battle secretly complained bitterly, and hurriedly took out their blades and injected vitality, canceling out the aftermath of the mana that was waving towards the two of them.

However, as for the formation space, the radius of about two miles, the aftermath of mana is very strong.

The two of them resisted wave after wave, and their faces gradually turned a little pale.

A hundred swords came out in unison to collide with the roaring fire dragon.

Two-thirds of the dragon's body shattered and dissipated into midair.

A hundred swords are shattered!

"Poof!"

The thin middle-aged man spat out a mouthful of dark red blood from his mouth.

Strangely pale, he fell from mid-air.

At the same time, a burning red sword was inserted beside him.

The fiery red body of the Spirit Sword had dark red cracks, which gradually became larger and larger.