Rumble!

Mo Wu fell to the ground with a bang, paralyzed on the ground, his body contracted for a while, and returned to its normal size, but there was a blood movement in his right chest and chest, and blood was gurgling.

"Ahem, cough ......" A coughing sound, spurting out a mouthful of blood mist, Mo Wu's face was extremely pale, and he couldn't see other expressions anymore, he was pierced through his right chest, and his lung lobes were damaged, with the strong vitality of the martial artist, although this injury did not kill him, but it made him lose his combat power.

From the moment of the shot, it was actually a matter of an instant, and one person was cut off, making it too late for people to react.

Geng Gaojian's face looked a little pale, obviously the action just now made him consume a lot, fell to the ground, pulled up the Han sword inserted in the ground, pointed the sword at Zhao Qing, and said.

"You're the only one left."

As soon as the words fell, Geng Gaojian attacked again, and in just the blink of an eye, he had already appeared in front of Zhao Qing.

However, what greeted Geng Gao Jian was the faint blue cold star that appeared at two o'clock, the first cold star was accurately placed on the Han Sword in Geng Gaojian's hand, and the second cold star was on the empty space on the left side of Geng Gaojian.

"Ding...... Ding ......" two crisp sounds sounded, and the Han sword in Geng Gaojian's hand suddenly cracked, turned into powder, and scattered on the ground, and in the space on his left, there was a sound of gold and iron intersoning.

At this moment, Geng Gaojian's face suddenly changed drastically, and his body suddenly retreated.

I saw that the Han sword that was cracked just now was scattered on the ground, and it turned out to be gravel and dirt, and the Han sword just now was obviously composed of these gravel and soil, and the Han sword in his left hand was his real weapon.

It turned out that just now, when no one was noticing, Geng Gao Jian used dirt and gravel to condense an identical Han sword and used it to attack Zhao Qing, but the real Han Sword was hidden by him with a secret method.

Just now, the real killing machine was hidden in the empty space on the left side of Geng Gaojian, if this method was not seen through by Zhao Qing, then with just one move, Geng Gaojian would be able to defeat him.

"Not bad! They saw through my hidden sword. Geng Gaojian looked at Zhao Qing and suddenly showed a smile.

Zhao Qing didn't speak, the black spear in his hand pointed directly at the location of Geng Gaojian, which was originally separated by a distance, but when the spearhead was pointed at him, Geng Gaojian felt a sharp evil wind attacking, and instinctively blocked it with Han Jian.

"Bell ......" Zhao Qing unexpectedly crossed a distance of dozens of meters without the slightest notice of him, and appeared in front of Geng Gaojian's body, attacking not an evil wind, but a sharp spearhead flashing a little blue.

Pedaling ......

Geng Gaojian felt a huge force, retreated dozens of steps, and left deep footprints on the concrete floor of the road, and a burst of fine cracks spread around each footprint, and Han Jian almost got out of his hand, which made him can't help but be cautious, and he didn't dare to be careless.

The spear just now, although it looked ordinary, was Zhao Qing who integrated the martial technique 'Heavy Tiger' into it, and Geng Gaojian, who was caught off guard, suffered a big loss.

On the other side, except for Mo Wu, the elders of the Demon Tiger Sect and Wu Feng are in strength, and it is impossible to distinguish the winner so quickly, and the two groups of people can't help but slow down, and the strength shown by Geng Gaojian and the others is not comparable to others at all.

Therefore, the victory or defeat of Geng Gaojian and Zhao Qing almost played a decisive role.

A little farther away, the old man surnamed Huang and the old man surnamed Liu also stared intently at this side, if the Demon Tiger Sect and Wu Feng had a high and low, then they didn't have to be so embarrassed, what they were afraid of before was that the strength of the two sects was between the two sects, and they would continue to fight, so they didn't have any good fruit to eat.

As for Mo Wu, who was already seriously injured, no matter how unwilling he was, he could only stay aside to heal.

"I underestimate you, you are indeed qualified to fight me." Geng Gaojian showed an extremely solemn expression and said.

Before this, he still had a little contempt in his heart, after all! No matter how talented Zhao Qing is, that is, an 18-year-old youth, he lacks the experience of time, whether it is experience or strength, he cannot be compared with him.

At this moment, it seems that Geng Gaojian is wrong.

"Jizo Sword!" Suddenly, Geng Gaojian shouted violently, and the Han sword in his hand made a buzzing sound, and with a whoosh, it directly sank into the ground and disappeared.

At the same time, under Zhao Qing's feet, a dense sword forest burst out very suddenly, these swords are of different sizes, the big ones are several meters long, the small ones are half a meter long, they are made of sand and stone, they are extremely dense, flashing with a metallic luster, and dense edges penetrate from the ground, the speed is extremely fast, and they have a powerful piercing power.

If it was a little slower, it was estimated that Zhao Qing's body would be pierced into a sieve, but even if he avoided this sudden blow, his body was already high in the air and lost his focus.

This is a very good fighter for Geng Gaojian, I saw him disappear suddenly, and the next moment, holding a giant sword up to 3 meters long, with the momentum of splitting Huashan, he slashed head-on.

Although the giant sword was made of sand and stone, there was a cold light flickering at the blade, and the blade of the sword slashed, and the air seemed to be cut by him, and a thin line of vacuum appeared.

Zhao Qing didn't doubt the power of this giant sword at all, and he didn't dare to hold it up, the spear in his hand shook for a while, like a cold star like a storm, with a strong sound of breaking the air, and the rain hit the plantain like a banana.

"Ding Ding ......" The next moment, the crisp and rapid sound of gold and iron resonance, like a violent storm, sounded continuously.

The moment they met, Geng Gaojian actually slashed out countless swords, each sword was accurately and undoubtedly slashed at the sharp spear tip, it can be seen that his sword skills have reached the peak of perfection.

Although the symphony sound was crisp, the power of the shock that came out was a substantial fluctuation, like a wave, spreading wave after wave to the surroundings, like a sharp edge, where the fluctuation passed, the thing that passed, was suddenly cut apart.

However, the dense sword forest that towered on the ground emitted bursts of light, and the fluctuations that emitted were actually absorbed by the dense sword forest.

Every sword in the sword forest, the light on the edge of the sword became stronger and stronger, and because of the edge, the sword forest suddenly had a chill.

And this kind of chill can actually be gathered on the 3-meter-long giant sword of Geng Gao Sword in a strange way, and the light of the giant sword is getting stronger and stronger, although it is made of sand and stone, but in this case, the giant sword is getting harder and sharper.

The power of the greatsword! It is getting stronger and stronger, but the body of the giant sword is shrinking inch by inch.

"Jizo Sword! Sword Hidden Forest! Lin Zang Sword! "One of Wu Feng's elders, but Wu Feng's predecessor at the helm, saw this scene, his expression was awe-inspiring, and he lost his voice.

"My Wu Feng's long-lost peak swordsmanship has actually reappeared in his hands?" The other elder of Wu Feng showed an excited expression and said.

"The door master has won, as long as it takes nine breaths, the power of this swordsmanship will reach its maximum, with the power of ghosts and gods shocking, and breaking mountains and splitting mountains."

Although the elders of Wu Feng were talking to themselves, they let the people of the Demon Tiger hear them clearly, and with their realm cultivation, they could naturally see that the power of Geng Gaojian's swordsmanship was constantly expanding.

At this moment, the faces of several elders of the Demon Tiger Sect suddenly became gloomy, and there was a faint bad feeling in their hearts, and Mo Wu, who was healing on the side, had just recovered a few moments of dizziness, and it became extremely ugly.

As for the distance, the old man surnamed Huang and the old man surnamed Liu breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there was a result, Wu Feng would be able to completely absorb the power of the Demon Tiger Gate, so as to twist the martial arts power of Guangdong Province into a rope, then for them, Wu Feng was a good destination.

In this situation, Zhao Qing naturally noticed it for the first time, and naturally he couldn't let Geng Gaojian achieve the general trend.

Suddenly, the void behind Zhao Qing suddenly shook, and a mountain-like silver-veined demon tiger suddenly appeared, this silver-veined demon tiger was a spirit condensed by his spirit and spirit, although it was not a tangible substance.

But this demon tiger has condensed into substance, and the hair texture of the silver-veined demon tiger is clearly visible one by one.

"Roar ......" The silver-veined demon tiger let out a terrifying tiger roar, the void suddenly shook, and an invisible pressure crushed down, and the dense sword forest immediately came out with bursts of explosions.

I saw that the stone sword in the sword forest, cracks broke out on the sword body, criss-crossed, like a spider's web, spreading in every inch, and then a handle exploded, turning into powder in the sky.

"Humph! How could my Martial Peak's supreme sword technique be broken so easily? Geng Gaojian didn't care at all.

As soon as his words fell, in the powder in the sky, one after another invisible sword qi pierced the mist and rose to the sky, and then ten thousand swords returned to the sect together.

The giant sword in Geng Gaojian's hand shrank sharply and became the size of a normal Han sword, but this Han sword bloomed with a dazzling light, this light carried a sharp will, piercing people's skin with a faint pain.

"Defeated by my move, you are still glorious even if you are defeated." At this moment, Geng Gaojian showed an extremely confident smile.

"Come on!"

As soon as the words fell, I saw that the other people's swords were one, and they turned into a huge sword qi training, with an incomparably awe-inspiring momentum, crushing it.

At this moment, the momentum of Geng Gaojian actually gave people a terrifying illusion that the whole world was divided into two, not far away, Wu Feng and the Demon Tiger Gate and other elders, under this kind of momentum, their bodies couldn't help trembling slightly, and scars like sharp sword cuts appeared on their skin, and streams of blood overflowed.

Facing Zhao Qing, who was practicing this sword qi, his heart was as calm as water, but his movements did not pause at all, and he rushed forward head-on against that sword qi training.

In the void behind him, the mountain-like silver-veined demon tiger let out a tiger roar that shook the sky, and then! The entire silver-veined demon tiger suddenly exploded, and silver silk threads were revealed, and then, like a torrent, converged towards the spear in Zhao Qing's hand.

The original pitch-black spear suddenly bloomed with silver light, and the whole body was bright, emitting a domineering and abnormal momentum, and there was a faint tiger roar that originated from the soul.

"Demon Tiger Shattered Mountain!" Zhao Qing shouted violently, followed by a violent stab.

It is also the last martial art of the Demon Tiger to shake the mountain, but it is different from Mo Wu's.

"Boom ......" The silver spearhead and the sword qi met each other, and suddenly there was a loud bang.