The surging veins exploded and vibrated out, and the overwhelming waves of qi swept out in all directions!

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In an uproar, countless tree branches and leaves were lifted off, and Dabiao and Qinqin were also overturned by this terrifying wave of qi, and they lay on the ground for a long time before stopping.

In the middle of the collision between Hua Feifei and Lian Qingzong, more than ten meters were almost blasted into a barren area by the energy of the two of them, not a single grass was left, and even the hundred-year-old trees were only bare branches, like dead trees.

Jiang Lao and the madman had already stopped, the two of them glanced at each other, and they both looked at the battlefield over there tacitly, they wanted to know who won the duel.

In the center, in the big tunnel, Lian Qingzong's whole person fell into the dry and solid soil, mixed with a lot of debris, as if he was sleeping, and the originally extinguished veins of the surrounding battle armor could be used again in an instant before he opened his eyes.

Bang bang bang -

Countless hard clods of soil were blown up, he bounced up and stood on the ground, bent down and grabbed the ground casually, and exploded countless clods of soil, the fire cloud broadsword was suddenly grabbed by him, and with a slight wave, the clods of soil that fell around him were turned into powder by the blazing domineering veins.

He looked at the sky, and then fell from the sky and stayed on a big tree in the distance, in front of him, there was a long sliding pit like a hewn out, about ten meters long, at the end, Hua Fei fell into the trunk of the towering tree as if he was asleep.

Lian Qingzong shook off the dust and mud on his body, and wanted to move forward with a big sword, but the madman stopped in front of him with a machete.

"I almost forgot, and you." Lian Qingzong looked at the madman with a hideous face.

"Young Master!" Jiang Lao also quickly appeared beside Lian Qingzong, looking at this madman with a sword, the strength of the other party was on a par with him, but if Lian Qingzong made a move, maybe this madman would only end up with death.

"You're not bad either." Lian Qingzong suddenly praised him, and seemed to be very happy.

Jiang Lao couldn't believe it, looking at this young master of himself, did he hallucinate and praise this guy?

"That's a lot of nonsense!" The madman waved his machete disdainfully, and the light and shadow of the machete turned into a gray-black poisonous dragon remnant, and swept up, boom!

Lian Qingzong set up a fire cloud and a broad sword to block it, and smashed out a burst of sparks.

"Use your strongest sword!" Even Qingzong looked at the madman coldly!

The madman didn't answer him, but dragged back the machete in his hand, and when he turned around, the layers of veins on his body could climb to the extreme, and the machete in his hand burst down like thunder, turning into an invisible and transparent but extremely terrifying blade that fell straight into the Qingzong!

This is an indomitable knife, a knife that is sorrowful, and the most powerful knife.

It was as if the heavens and the earth had been hit by this black and gray, with a strong sadness, loneliness, and loneliness, this was a knife that the madman had pursued lonely for many years, and it was also his strongest move so far, in the previous duel with Lian Qingzong, he knew that Lian Qingzong's strength was completely above him.

The other party also unceremoniously asked him to use the strongest sword, so he couldn't hide it anymore, so he poured all his veins into this knife.

"Good!" Lian Qingzong obviously felt the artistic conception of this knife, obviously this is a respectable opponent, the other party did not retreat because the slightest strength was inferior to himself, on the contrary, this knife completely has a trace of essence of artistic conception!

Seeing this knife falling, Jiang Lao's face couldn't help but change greatly, and he retreated suddenly!

But Lian Qingzong beside him took half a step forward, and the fire cloud broadsword in his hand rose proudly, and the big wheel of light formed by the convergence of thousands of overlapping shadows rose from the ground, as red and dazzling as the scorching sun!

This sword, domineering, arrogant, fierce, like the light of the sun, coldly conquers everything in the world!

Rumble!

The air wave exploded like a dust storm again, turning into a circle of waves that spread out to the surrounding areas, flying sand and rocks.

When all the dust fell to the ground, Lian Qingzong swung the Huoyun broad-handed sword, swept away a circle of falling stones, and then simply withdrew the big sword and inserted it back into the scabbard.

The madman on the opposite side knelt on one knee, the machete was propped up on the ground, he looked up at Lian Qingzong, but his body trembled and he couldn't stand up.

Jiang Lao snorted coldly, and wanted to go up to mend the sword with the soft blade connected to it, but even Qingzong stretched out his hand to stop him.

"Young master......" Jiang Lao looked at him, the meaning couldn't be more obvious, if this person is not killed, if he stays until his day, it will definitely be a tricky trouble.

Lian Qingzong didn't explain to Jiang Lao, he took half a step forward, shook off the pulse energy aura on his body, took out a bottle of energy recovery agent from his body and threw it to the madman, the madman caught it, a little dazed and confused.

"We'll fight again in a few years." Lian Qingzong was looking forward to it, and he didn't want to lose such an opponent.

"There is still a lot of room for improvement in your knife skills, and besides, the knife in your hand is not suitable for you." Lian Qingzong clearly pointed out the weakness of the madman.

After hearing this, the madman looked at the machete that had accompanied him for many years, as well as the bottle of energy recovery agent in his hand, this is a bottle of high-grade energy agent, he has already seen the bottom of his pulse, if he drinks it, he can restore at least one-third of his pulse energy.

He actually wanted to make himself his whetstone?

Yes, he wants to become stronger, he wants to trample the world under his feet! There's nothing to hesitate about!

He slammed open the bottle, tilted his head and poured the potion into his mouth, gurgling into it.

Lian Qingzong looked at this madman with satisfaction, and then looked into the distance, on the dead tree that only seven or eight people could embrace, Peng!

A hand clenched into a fist and blasted out, and then Hua Feifei came out of the trunk of the tree, carrying only half of the silver sparrow left, and the wings behind him were long gone, obviously the armor of the gods was withdrawn because it consumed the pulse energy, and the wings could not be stretched.

And Hua Feifei was in pain all over, his facial features were bleeding except for his eyes, nose, ears, mouth, eyebrows, and the chaotic void where energy was stored was already dimmed, and there were only two stars left.

Behind him, a Rubik's Cube converged, and finally the Energy Rubik's Cube turned into small cubes and fell to the ground, these small squares grew claws, and they burrowed into the dirt one after another, sneaking towards Lian Qingzong in the invisible dirt.

Lian Qingzong took two steps and stopped, then he turned his gaze to a bush, and took out a bottle of energy potion in his hand and threw it over!

A hand reached out and grabbed the energy bottle!

Even Qingzong didn't say anything, glanced at Hua Feifei, turned around and left.

Hua Feifei could only watch this young man in red armor leave, his pulse energy was not bottomless, if he wanted to make a comparison, his pulse energy reserve could only be regarded as an acre of pond, and Lian Qingzong had obviously reached the point where it was like a river.

The man in the grass who reached out and grabbed the energy potion bottle got up, it was the big mark, and there was the qin qin next to it.

Dabiao took the energy bottle and watched Lian Qingzong leave, and then gave the energy recovery potion bottle to Qin Qin, Qin Qin's hands had been wrapped in clothes by Dabiao to cover the wound, although the clothes were oozing with blood, but she still quickly took the bottle of energy and turned around and walked in front of Hua Feifei, and then stretched out and handed it to Hua Feifei.

"Uh-huh......" is like a little girl who holds candy to please her like a lot of people, she hides her other hand behind her back, and she suddenly feels that her injured hand is so ugly.

Hua Feifei lowered her head and looked at the energy restorative on the bloodstained palm, then picked it up, drank half a bottle, and handed it to her.

Fu Qinqin withdrew her hands behind her back, trying to hide her wrapped hands, she shook her head, signaling that she didn't need to.

He tried to hand it to Dabiao again, but the latter spread out his hands to indicate that he was okay and that he could not use it.

Hua Feifei thought about it and closed the bottle again, then put it away, and picked up the silver finch that had been broken off in his hand, it was a little uncomfortable, the silver finch was not a weapon of superior quality after all, in its silver blade, the fracture was scorching black, which was forcibly torn off by Lian Qingzong's extremely domineering pulse energy.

It seems that he can only buy another sword.

Even the Fire Cloud broadsword behind Qingzong is quite domineering, and the material is also extraordinary, and it is already the biggest limit that Yinque can take his sword.

If you face a super-extraordinary level powerhouse like the God of War, without a first-class weapon of extraordinary quality, you will naturally not be able to compete with the opponent's domineering and powerful pulse energy.

"Let's buy another handful." Qinqin looked at Hua Feifei and looked at the broken silver finch in her hand in a daze, and couldn't help but comfort her.

Hua Extraordinary did not speak, and fell into deep thought.

"Otherwise, find a craftsman to forge ......," Qinqin suggested again.

But before the words were finished, Hua Feifei let go of his hand, and the silver finch in his hand fell, to Qinqin's surprise, the silver finch with only half a knife turned into a pile of silver powder at the moment it fell, and fell to the ground in a slump.

If it weren't for the extraordinary veins that could be maintained, maybe the shape of half a sword would not be left, Fu Qinqin didn't know how to comfort the man in front of him for a while.

The madman walked to Hua Feifei's side and watched Lian Qingzong and Jiang Lao disappear into the woods.

"I'm looking for a new knife." The madman suddenly stroked the machete that had followed him for many years.

"I'm looking for a new sword too." Hua Feifei looked in the direction of the forest where Lian Qingzong had disappeared.

Obviously, both of them have the same goal, of course, that's just an object they need to transcend, but it's not the end, it's just a direction.

"You can come to me." The madman retracted his gaze, looked into the distance, and said with great firmness.

There are many meanings of this sentence to find him, you can ask him for help, you can find him to compete, you can find him to deal with Lian Qingzong together, you can become friends and drink together, he feels that he should not continue to be lonely like this, he needs friends like him, and he needs a whetstone with the same aspirations.

"Okay." Hua Feifei nodded.

The madman nodded, making Hua Feifei a friend, then put the machete on his shoulder, and then turned his head towards the village with his head held high.

Hua Feifei also turned around, and Dabiao and Qinqin came to him to look at the situation in the village over there.

The battle over there is also gradually coming to an end.