Seeing the two people facing each other, the disciples standing on the stone platform below stood on tiptoe and looked at each other, they had also heard of the conflict between the two, plus Lin Shichen died under Qin Tian's sword. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info no matter what, with the arrogance of the prince of Qin Zheng in the past, he will definitely not be able to swallow a breath. At the same time, Qin Tian's previous methods all showed his own strength, and this may not be a dragon fight. It's a close fight, but it's destined to be an often incomparable battle. Thinking of this, everyone's faces showed excitement.

Even the inner disciples who were watching from a distance showed a little expectation on their faces. Which is stronger and which is weaker?

"Gathering like like?" The scholar had a slight smile in the corner of his eyes, and his gaze swept lazily over An Yu and Qin Zheng. Muttered: "Does this sentence mean to scold the green demon baby for being stupid? If my comprehension is acceptable, it should be like this." ”

Silly women and silly green demon babies.

Although the scholar's muttering was a little thin, Qin Zheng, who was standing under him, could hear it clearly, his brows furrowed deeper, his face was slightly cold, and the domineering aura surged out of Qin Zheng's body.

This aura is vaguely stronger than the Seven Sins, and has even reached the peak of the Spirit Emperor's third order.

Bang!

Qin Zheng's feet kicked out suddenly, his body was like a predatory goshawk, his sword slightly touched the ground, and as Qin Zheng swept out, a series of red flowers and deep sword marks spread out.

Until the moment when Qin Zheng was less than a few zhang away from Qin Tian, his slightly hanging long sword was raised violently, lifting the snow floc all over the ground, this snow floc rolled wildly, and there was a sword aura lingering on the top of the snow floc, sharp as a blade blowing towards Qin Tian, but Qin Zheng's sword was hidden in the snow floc in the sky, and a little cold star directly locked Qin Tian's eyebrows.

The power of a sword is still like the momentum, and Qin Zheng vividly embodies his strength in every move.

Qin Tian looked at Qin Zheng who was rushing straight forward with a calm face, and took a step forward slightly, the true qi in his body was completely surging and rushing, and one after another fierce sword qi surged out all around, tearing apart the snowflakes that shot out from the sky. Qin Tian's calm eyes fell on the sword in the wind and snow, the peak of the Spirit Emperor's third order, is it very strong?

At least when fighting Qingfeng, Qin Tian had seen a sword style that was even more terrifying than what he was in front of.

Exhaling slightly, Qin Tian's eyes looked at Qin Zheng who was galloping towards him coldly, and he did not retreat at all, since he wanted to choose to win Langya, then Qin Tian would choose the most shocking and outrageous way to defeat all opponents in a devastating way.

In the blink of an eye, Qin Zheng's body seemed to form a parallel line with the ground, seeing that Qin Tian's sword was still slightly hanging to the ground, Qin Zheng's eyes were even colder, his dignified Western Qin genius swordsman, how could he have been so despised, but a sneer appeared in his heart, only to see that the original strong aura on his body became more turbulent at this moment, and there was a vague fourfold vigor of the Spirit Emperor.

Laugh at!

This is the real strength of him, the prince of Western Qin.

The sword was like a long rainbow, and the sword qi that lingered on the sword skyrocketed with Qin Zheng's breath, and almost in the blink of an eye, it spit out a few inches, and pointed at Qin Tian's throat at a speed faster than lightning.

This guy wants to seal his throat with a sword!

Seeing Qin Zheng's breath soaring, Bu Yunhan's face couldn't help but change slightly, especially Qin Tian's majestic and immobile figure made her palms oozed sweat. No matter what this guy does, if he doesn't use his sword again, or if he retreats, this sword will definitely pierce his throat. Even Li Muchen's brows were raised, what is this little guy doing?

Some disciples were even able to encounter the bloody scene that was about to appear, and sighed with great interest. Could it be that in front of the fourfold Emperor of the Spirit Emperor, Qin Tian had lost his previous edge and was afraid?

It's not for everyone to look forward to in vain.

Shout!

In the midst of countless shocked and uncertain gazes, Qin Zheng's mighty sword cut through the wind and snow, and it was already in front of Qin Tian in an instant, and even the slightly cold sword light was reflected in Qin Tian's pupils. However, Qin Tian's eyes did not panic in the slightest, as if he hadn't seen the sword light in front of him, he was calculating.

Calculate the distance between each other, calculate the trajectory of this sword stab.

Until the cold wind blew his face alive, Qin Tian's figure swung to one side like a swaying catkins, and his white-skinned sword fingers suddenly drew a series of phantoms in the void, as if slow and urgent, and flicked on Qin Zheng's sword body in a thousand moments.

Bite!

The fingers of the sword qi lingering collided with the sword body, and there was a sound of gold and iron resonating, and the sword qi on Qin Tian's fingertips cleverly tore apart the sword qi on the sword, and Qin Tian's sword fingers opened together, and he immediately caught the sword.

Boom!

Qin Zheng's galloping figure suddenly stopped, and the mighty long sword in his hand seemed to be frozen, stiffening in vain.

Qin Tian had a bright smile on his face, raised his eyes slightly, and said softly: "One finger!"

Qin Tian's sword finger flicked on Qin Zhengjian's body again, and his figure dragged out one after another, and the sharp edge reached Qin Tian's fingertips, which made Qin Zheng's eyes shrink dramatically, and at the same time, the terrifying power from the hilt of the sword also made him secretly frightened......

The sword light was dazzling, and the snow was slightly cold.

The sword light like a cold mang's training seemed to be frozen, stiffening in mid-air with a red phase master.

Countless stunned gazes drifted slightly upward, stopping at the blade of the sword, two slender and white sword fingers with a bit of dazzling eyes.

Bite!

The crisp sound of gold and iron clash sounded piercingly, and Qin Zheng only felt that there was a huge shock in the tiger's mouth, and even his right arm was a little numb.

Afterimages dragged out in Qin Zheng's eyes, Qin Zheng's eyes flickered, his feet suddenly kicked back and retreated, and at the same time, his body leaned down slightly, his stiff long sword was like an old man who had been unshackled, trembling slightly, and the majestic strength was so strong that Qin Zheng's right arm surged out, Qin Zheng shattered the strength contained in Qin Tian's fingertips in one fell swoop, drew his sword and withdrew a few zhang, widening the distance between him and Qin Tian.

Single-handedly picking more than a hundred swordsmanship halls has never been defeated, Qin Zheng is not comparable to Lin Shichen in terms of his eyesight, reflexes, or strength.

"One finger!"

It was like the sound of the biting cold wind in the cold winter of the lunar month, spreading out in the wind and snow.

Qin Tian's figure was like this fluttering snow, following Qin Zheng closely, his sword finger slashed diagonally across the air, and the sharp sword qi lingered on the sword finger, revealing its edge, like a sword ray, dragging out a dazzling cold light in the void of mid-air, like a star falling from the sky.

Sword Finger!

With the cultivation of the third order of the Spirit Emperor and the realm of pure fire, Qin Tian didn't know how powerful this finger was.

It's just that Qin Tian once forcibly shook the Spirit Emperor's five-fold Qingfeng with this finger, and even left a blood hole in his shoulder.

Wow!

In the clouds, Qin Tian's figure is like a sharp sword across the heavens and the earth, the edge is exposed, and its sword finger is the blade of this sword, and the snow on the huge stone platform is reversed. The sword qi swept out in a criss-cross.

Qin Zheng had only stepped back and sensed this sharp edge, he had known a month ago that Qin Tian had a finger technique of a ground-level spiritual technique in his hand, but he had never expected that when Qin Tian displayed this sword finger, its power would be so terrifying. The air around him seemed to be pressing against him under this finger, and there was a feeling of suffocation.

One finger!

Do you want to defeat yourself with one finger? Qin Tian, you are too underestimated. In terms of cultivation, I, Qin Zheng, are better than you, and as for spiritual skills, I also have ground-level spiritual skills. Originally, this spiritual skill was only intended to be used against Mu Ya, and it seems that it can only be used against you first.

In an instant, countless thoughts flashed in Qin Zheng's heart, and the long sword in his hand did not stagnate at all, and the sword body glowing with cold light shook. Zhang Xu's sword qi burst out to the tip of the sword, and with a snort, he cut a sword mark on the snow.

"Imperial Dragon Sword Momentum!" In a flash of sword qi, Qin Zheng's long sword stabbed at Qin Tian who was sweeping straight forward with an indomitable ferocity, and the sword body shook slightly, like a substance-like afterimage one after another, just like countless dragons poking out of the clouds. Until the moment when it was less than half a meter away from Qin Tian, these afterimages suddenly converged together, if it was a dragon before, the whole long sword was like a dragon at this moment. And Qin Zheng is the master who controls the dragon, and the piercing sonic boom is like a melodious dragon moan, endlessly.

Under the gaze of countless eyes, the two figures swept towards each other like lightning. Qin Zheng's sword in his hand was like a dragon's roaring sword, lifting the snow on the entire stone platform, so powerful. made countless outer disciples dumbfounded, even if it was the Seven Sins, it was not unjust that he was defeated in the hands of Qin Zheng. And the inner disciples who were watching were also in an uproar, this sword was an extremely terrifying sword even among the inner disciples. However, Qin Tian's sharp finger is also secretly frightened, which is stronger and weaker?

The dazzling sword light continued to expand in Qin Tian's black pupils, perhaps it was from the royal spiritual skills, this sword can be described as extremely domineering, vaguely with the momentum of dominating the world, but these momentum did not make Qin Tian retreat at all, although this sword was terrifying, but Qin Zheng failed to show its true power, under Qin Tian's keen eye, he could see that Qin Zheng's control over it was limited to entering the house at most.

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The sword qi that was swallowed by the sword fingertips surged again, and Qin Tian's gentle face quickly rose a little coldly, his right arm was as straight as a sword spine, and the white sword finger was in the Dao Dao's expectant gaze, which also carried the edge of the sword that broke through everything, and it crashed down with the galloping sword light.

Your sword is like a dragon, and I will slaughter it with one finger.

Clang!

In an instant, the shrill sonic boom of the clash of gold and iron sounded again.

Countless slush splashed between the two, and countless people's hearts jumped out of their throats, and they got up, clenched their fists, and their eyes did not move. Until an instant, a figure suddenly retreated between the two.

Qin Zheng, the retreating figure is him.

Qin Tian's figure followed closely behind like a shadow, and the sword qi reached the white fingertips, drawing an elusive trajectory, and the points fell on Qin Zheng's sword body one after another.