"Come on, if you can defeat me, what does it matter if I stay!"

The powerful aura rose to the sky, breaking the pressure of Qin Qingshan's clothes in one fell swoop.

Yes, Qin Qingshan's ranking is still one place behind the Holy Star, if even Qin Qingshan can't be defeated, then even if he returns to the Tianxuan Domain, most of them are not the opponent of the Holy Star, so what's the difference between rushing back and not going back?

"Kind, let me see, what capital do you have?"

An incomparably cold artistic conception permeated from Qin Qingshan's body, and the temperature around him dropped sharply, and even a layer of ice flowers formed on the ground.

The artistic conception of ice.

What Qin Qingshan comprehended was the artistic conception of ice.

Airplanes!

An icy sword shot out from Qin Qingshan's body, extremely cold, and slashed towards Lu Ming.

Lu Ming grasped the void in the palm of his hand, and a spear condensed, and stabbed forward.

This shot only contains two artistic conceptions: wind and fire.

Rumble!

The sword and the gun collided together, full of energy, ice and fire, and the wind howled.

Click, click, click!

Those ironclad sergeants, their bodies moved, standing in a row, their bodies were filled with the light of the Dao True Yuan, which completely neutralized the scattered energy.

Qin Qingfei's body retreated extremely quickly, avoiding the momentum of the rapid shot.

And Feixue, Lianbu lifted lightly, floated back a few steps, and avoided the four rounds of energy, a pair of beautiful eyes, staring at the field.

As for Qin Qingfei's eighth uncle, he moved back two steps slightly, blocking those strengths.

After the roar, Lu Ming and Qin Qing's shirts did not move at all.

"It turns out that I have comprehended two artistic conceptions, which is a bit interesting, take me one more move, Aoxue Ice Knife Slash!"

Qin Qingshan snorted coldly, and an even more powerful sword burst out, slashing towards Lu Ming.

This is completely a knife ray condensed with the true element, cold and piercing, where the knife passes, snow-white ice crystals appear in the space.

This knife is stronger than the previous one.

Rumble!

At this moment, Lu Ming was surrounded by flames, and in the flames, with a trace of lightning, beyond the lightning, the wind was howling.

Wind, fire and thunder, three artistic conceptions erupted at the same time.

"True Dragon Strike!"

The dragon's groan sounded, and a three-color true dragon flew out, colliding heavily with the cold ice blade.

Suddenly, the artistic conception was pervasive, and Zhenyuan was sadistic.

On Qin Qingshan's side, a cold wave permeated, and a thick layer of ice crystals formed on the ground.

On Lu Ming's side, the artistic conception of three colors was raging.

This move is again indistinguishable from victory or defeat.

"Three artistic conceptions!"

Qin Qingshan's face was extremely gloomy.

And Qin Qingfei, Feixue and the others were dumbfounded.

Lu Ming's strength was beyond their expectations.

"Yes, you can make me serious!"

Qin Qingshan's voice sounded, his palm glowed, and a battle knife filled with incomparably cold appeared in his hand.

"Is it just serious?"

A sneer appeared at the corner of Lu Ming's mouth, and the wind and thunder spear appeared in his hand, and the surging battle intent rose up, and a spear shot shot into the sky.

"Eight slashes in the snow!"

Qin Qingshan drank lightly, his body brought a gust of cold wind, and he came towards Lu Ming, and the snow-white and icy knife light slashed out from Qin Qingshan's hand, and when the first knife was cut out, the second knife was slashed out, and then the knife was cut out.

Knife after knife, the power is terrifying.

At this moment, the true yuan in Lu Ming's body also boiled, and the powerful body that had reached the seventh rank also erupted, and with the three artistic conceptions, it turned into a brilliant spear and bombarded out.

Boom! Boom...

The two figures collided together, the sword and the gun bombarded wantonly, and the sky and the earth, under the collision of the two, all vibrated slightly, as if they couldn't withstand the bombardment of the two forces.

The two fought from the ground to the sky, and exchanged dozens of moves in an instant.

Whew!

Immediately, the two separated and stood on either side of the void.

Qin Qingshan's eyes were extremely gloomy, and the murderous intent was like a storm.

He, the peerless Tianjiao of the Eastern Wilderness Thousand Proud List, has always been the only one who has surpassed others and defeated others.

Now, Lu Ming actually challenged him with the cultivation of the Martial King's ninefold peak, and he couldn't simply win.

If these are spread out, his reputation will definitely be greatly reduced.

He could not bear this.

Therefore, he decided that today he would not only stop Lu Ming, but also his life.

Only by beheading Lu Ming can his reputation be saved.

"Kill!"

Qin Qingshan roared, and his breath was even better.

Airplanes!

But at this moment, the altar of the cross-domain teleportation array not far away was filled with brilliant light, and countless rays of light converged in the air, forming a huge whirlpool.

In the whirlpool, the light flashed, and a figure suddenly appeared on the altar.

This is a man who looks to be in his thirties, with long hair and a gray gown casually worn on his body, and a large wine gourd hanging from his waist.

Thundered!

Just as this man appeared, the whirlpool in the sky, instead of disappearing, shook violently and roared violently.

"Nest, didn't you just steal an egg from you?

The man muttered.

But the next moment, from the whirlpool, a violent roar sounded, and the claws that had been densely covered with scale armor poked out of the whirlpool and grabbed towards the man.

The man's figure flashed and flew off the altar.

Touch!

The claw slammed into the altar, the altar roared, and then it exploded directly, turning into a splash of rubble.

As soon as the altar shattered, the vortex shrank rapidly.

In the whirlpool, there was an unwilling roar, and the claw covered with scale armor also retracted and disappeared.

"Oh, the cross-domain teleportation array is destroyed, it looks like you're going to rush by yourself, I thought I could be a little lazy?"

The middle-aged man muttered in his mouth, picked up the wine gourd on his waist, and took a few sips.

At the scene, everyone looked at the man dumbfounded.

Who is this man? Why did he suddenly appear, the key is that because of him, the cross-domain teleportation array was destroyed.

"How so?"

Lu Ming's pupils dilated rapidly, which was difficult to accept.

The cross-domain teleportation array is destroyed, how can he go back?

Half a year has arrived.

"Someone destroyed the cross-domain teleportation array, take it down!"

Qin Qingfei's eighth uncle suddenly reacted and let out a hysterical roar.

He was in charge of the cross-domain teleportation array, and now that the cross-domain teleportation array was destroyed under his nose, he could not escape punishment.

The hundreds of sergeants at the scene moved, surrounding the prime-aged people, and hundreds of powerful auras converged, terrifying and terrifying.

These hundreds of people, the worst is also the six-fold cultivation of the Martial King, there are more than fifty people, all of them are Dacheng kings, this force converges, even if it is the peak king, they must retreat in shock.

However, the man in the prime of life didn't seem to see it, so he picked up the wine gourd again and drank it with a grunt.

"Say, who are you? Why do you want to destroy the inter-domain teleportation array of the Emperor Heavenly Divine Palace?

Qin Qingfei's eighth uncle scolded.

(End of chapter)