Tan Zong was startled, and hurriedly blasted towards the shocking war knife that flew out, reached out with his big hand, re-grasped it in his hand, and then quickly landed on the ground.

"Hoo ......"

Seeing such a scene, everyone around him let out a long breath, fortunately, Tan Zong really deserves to be the first master of Daliang, and he is really powerful, and in the face of such a situation, he can escape death.

"Tan Zong, you are the number one master of the Great Liang, but your strength is really ordinary, I don't even need to show the strongest martial arts, it is enough to defeat you! ”

Qin Yi raised his gun, pointed at Tan Zong, and said lightly, with indifference on his handsome face.

His words were undoubtedly like an awl, piercing Tan Zong's heart fiercely.

"Huaxia boy, you have to be crazy...... Sneer......"

Tan Zong roared, as the number one master of Daliang, not only was he not able to kill this kid domineeringly, but he was always at a disadvantage, which had already made him lose face, and now, this kid was still so disdainful of himself, he didn't finish a word, but a mouthful of blood spurted out.

I don't know if I was injured or angry.

Wiping the remaining blood stains on the corners of his mouth, Tan Zong's gaze at Qin Yi became extremely cloudy, and he said word by word: "Okay, I'll let you see the last three knives of the "Thirteen Styles of Dragon Slayer". ”

"Dragon Slaying Thirteen Style-Eleventh Style!"

Tan Zong burst into tears, and slashed the five-zhang long battle knife in his hand at Qin Yi in front of him fiercely, and on the sharp blade, three knives more than ten zhang long suddenly erupted, with a piercing whistling sound, slashing at Qin Yi fiercely, the speed was indescribable, and in the blink of an eye, it was slashed into Qin Yi's chest.

Qin Yi smiled faintly and raised the smoke cloud spear to block it.

"Click!"

The three huge blood-colored swords, the moment they touched the smoke cloud spear, they suddenly shattered, and the huge impact force made Qin Yi retreat a few big steps, the clothes on his body were hunting, and the black hair on his head was all backwards.

"Insect carving skills. ”

Qin Yi raised the gun across his chest, smiled faintly, and said slowly.

The corners of Tan Zong's mouth twitched violently, and the eleventh style of his "Thirteen Styles of Dragon Slayer" actually only took this Chinese boy back a few steps, which was too far from the picture he imagined in his mind.

He couldn't accept such a bad picture!

"Huaxia boy, suffer death!"

Tan Zong, whose heart had already been shattered into pieces, roared, and played the twelfth style of "Dragon Slaying Thirteen Styles", the five-zhang long battle knife, slashed hard, from the previous three huge blood-colored knives, into six, towards the young man in front, breaking through the air.

"Buzz ......"

The smoke cloud spear shook, and the murderous intent was exuded.

The young man held the ancient spear in one hand, and suddenly stirred, and the ancient spear suddenly withered and decayed, shattering all the six shocking swords that came from all together.

Tan Zong's movements in front of him did not stop, the wide soles of his feet stomped fiercely on the ground, and the entire earth shook suddenly, and his huge body burst out with the help of this stomping.

In the midst of the explosion, the world-shattering war knife in his hand slashed out.

The thirteenth style of "Dragon Slaying Thirteen Styles"!

It's also the strongest one!

As he slashed out this knife, endless killing intent filled every inch of space here, as if the entire training ground had become an eternal killing field in an instant, and there was a feeling of breathlessness.

And the blood-colored sword rays turned into nine, and the nine blood-colored swords, as if they were nine blood dragons, roared towards the Chinese boy in front of them, completely submerging him at once, and constantly strangling.

"Haha, Huaxia boy, the thirteenth style of Lao Tzu's "Thirteen Styles of Dragon Slayer", or is it not a small skill of carving insects?"

Looking at the Huaxia boy who had been completely submerged in the nine huge blood-colored swords, Tan Zong laughed wildly, only feeling extremely comfortable, this invincible kid was finally killed by himself.

He knows very well that his "Thirteen Styles of Dragon Slayer", the power of the last style, now, the Huaxia boy is strangled by thirteen blood-colored knives, and it has definitely become a piece by piece, and there will be no second situation.

However, many times, things can go against people's wishes.

Tan Zong's happy laughter came to an abrupt halt, as he saw that the nine blood-colored swords in front of him suddenly shattered and turned into nothingness.

He only had time to open his mouth in astonishment, and a phantom image burst in, and in the blink of an eye, it was in front of him, and he fixed his eyes and saw only a handsome face with a faint smile.

The next moment.

"Bang!"

A bang!

The smoke cloud spear had already swept Tan Zong's body.

In Tan Zong's body, there was a sudden sound of "popping" bones breaking, and his huge body flew directly out of the way only a hundred zhang away, and fell to the ground with a bang, smashing into a dusty field.

"Tan Zong, obviously, the thirteenth style of your "Thirteen Styles of Dragon Slaying" is still just a small skill of carving insects. ”

Exhaling lightly, Qin Yi raised his gun and pointed it at Tan Zong on the ground, condescendingly looking down at Tan Zong on the ground.

Qin Yi's last shot was not lightly swept away, and the bones on Tan Zong's body were broken in more than ten places, but despite this, Qin Yi obviously showed mercy to his subordinates, otherwise, what was lying on the ground now was already a corpse.

Anyway, the purpose of his coming to Daliang this time is to obtain the fire lotus, he doesn't want to make things out of control, once he kills this No. 1 master of Daliang, His Majesty Daliang, I really don't know what it will be like to be angry.

Tan Zong lay on the ground quietly, his face was as white as paper, and his mouth still let out a low roar like a beast, and his red eyes were round, radiating an unwilling light.

At the same time, in a trance, he felt that the Chinese boy standing proudly in front of him in front of him was an Immortal Gu Emperor who had descended here from the extremely distant Immortal Ancient Years, shattering endless time and space, mysterious, tall, and majestic......

What the?

The first master of the beam, defeated!

How is this possible?

Such an ending made everyone in Daliang who had to watch the battle, including His Majesty Daliang, all killed.

The entire training ground, like a huge cemetery, was dead silent, and there was not the slightest sound.

All the people were like five thunderbolts, stunned and unable to move, and they couldn't accept such an ending.

The god in their hearts was actually defeated by a young man from Huaxia in this way, and from beginning to end, the Chinese boy even behaved quite relaxedly, seeming to ...... Not at all yet!

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