The huge sword in the air fell like a mountain toppling, and the air around it seemed to be drained away, emitting a huge scream.

The spiritual power suddenly rose, and the outer disciples on the sidelines were blown so that they almost couldn't stand on their feet, and everyone's faces changed greatly.

"Unexpectedly, with the cultivation of the pinnacle of foundation building, he sent out a blow from the fourth layer of Jindan!"

"What a talent this is?!"

"Is this Zhang Ling's real strength?"

"Unstoppable! This sword is unstoppable! ”

"Brother!" Tassel exclaimed, and even she was a little worried.

Uncle has never encountered the fourth layer of Jindan!

"He Daoyou!" Mo Xiaolan next to her also clenched her fists with a solemn expression.

Ruomei in the distance has a fierce killing intent, if Qin Cultivation fails, she will take action even if her identity is exposed.

"Good time!"

Everyone was discolored, but Qin Gengqian shouted, his arms covered his head, and the muscles of his whole body were so strong that they were almost torn by his clothes.

At this time, the huge sword was already above his head.

Under the giant sword that was several feet long, Qin Gengqian looked so small, as if he was going to be crushed into dust in the next moment.

In an instant, all voices were gone, and everyone was fixed on the greatsword and the people below it.

Rumble!

The tip of the sword, which was wider than a person's body, finally pierced Qin Geng's body, making a loud noise.

For a while, the ground trembled, the dust was flying, and the wind was blowing!

The hair of the people around him was blown on end.

When the dust gradually cleared, he saw that Qin Geng's arms were against the huge sword tip, and he didn't take half a step back.

The giant sword and the flesh and blood body are actually in one place!

An unnatural flush appeared on Zhang Ling's face in the air, obviously using this move was not a small load on him, he let out a loud shout, and pointed like a sword, pointing down.

The greatsword trembled, trying to crush down.

Qin Gengyun also shouted, his feet sank into the ground half an inch before he stopped retreating, his arms struggled to rise, and he slowly raised the giant sword up.

Bang bang bang!

The clothes on his body exploded, revealing the explosive steel muscles, and the hormones exploded, and the female disciples around him were dazzled.

"Wow! It's big, it's hard! ”

"I really want to touch it!"

"This is a man!"

The tassel was also stunned, mom, my uncle's muscles have become bigger again.

Mo Xiaolan's cheeks were slightly red, and it was the second time she had seen Qin Gengyun shirtless.

Recalling that when I first met him in Narrow Rain Alley, he was dressed in a simple cloth coat, and he couldn't even afford a decent robe, and he sat in front of the night stall on a snowy night, with a thin figure and a pale face.

Compared with the muscles at the moment, the courage is incomparable, like a different person.

can make him have such a big change, it's all the credit of Qiu Daoyou.

So my choice is right, Akimichiyu is the most suitable person for him.

A smile appeared on Mo Xiaolan's face, and a pair of clear eyes reflected Qin Geng's strong and brave figure at this moment.

Rumble!

With a loud bang, the huge long sword was actually pushed back by Qin Gengyun, flew back into the air, kept shrinking, and finally turned back into a normal-sized cloud scroll sword, which was caught by Zhang Ling.

At this moment, Zhang Ling's face was pale, and the hand holding the sword trembled slightly, the blow he had just prepared for Zhao Zhen, but he didn't expect to be forced to use it on He Zhiqiu's body.

And even if he forcibly used this trick, he couldn't defeat He Zhiqiu.

Now he urgently needed a moment to recover the spiritual power surging in his body.

However, in the next moment, Qin Gengqian had already appeared in front of him, and there was an iron rod in his hand.

This kind of iron rod is a common low-grade magic weapon of Huashen Peak, that is, a magic circle is drawn on the stick, which increases the power a little bit.

It is far inferior to an immortal weapon like the Cloud Scroll Sword, but at this time, it was lifted high by Qin Geng, who was covered in steel muscles, and there was a sense of oppression from the gods and demons.

Wei Shouyuan's eyes on the high platform froze: "How can you know that Qiu is so keen?" ”

The outer disciples didn't understand this, but the few peak masters present naturally understood.

Zhang Ling's cultivation is outstanding among this group of disciples, but his experience in fighting is still shallow after all.

When facing disciples of the same realm, he naturally had an advantage.

But this He Zhiqiu is different, he has obviously experienced a life-and-death duel, and his fighting experience is not comparable to ordinary disciples at all.

Zhang Ling is like a good student with excellent character and learning, and He Zhiqiu is a wild man who is a halfway monk.

Zhang Ling's fighting method was a glance, but He Zhiqiu did not play cards according to the routine, and he had a keen sense of smell, and saw that Zhang Ling was in a hurry to recover at the moment, so he seized the opportunity and did not give him time to recover.

Qin Geng's iron rod smashed down, and Zhang Ling hurriedly raised his sword to block.

The Cloud Scroll Sword is an immortal weapon, so he is naturally not afraid of this kind of inferior magic weapon, but Qin Gengqian doesn't care about so much at all, he just keeps smashing it.

Zhang Ling wanted to distance himself, but Qin Gengqian didn't give him a chance at all, and chasing after him was a wild hammer.

The current situation is like in Qin Geng's previous life, where a ranged mage or archer was close to the berserker and couldn't escape at all.

For a while, the shadow of the stick flew over, and the two of them were very lively in the air.

A group of outer disciples looked up and watched the two great gods fighting in the air as close to each other as pawns in the market, not at all the chic and elegant that a monk should have.

Especially He Zhiqiu, who was bare-chested and waving a stick, laughed back, like a pig killer.

Even Senior Brother Zhang Ling, a fluttering master in white, was taken crooked by him, and he burst into cheers from time to time while swinging his sword, playing himself like an ordinary swordsman in the mundane.

"Poof!"

Tassel suddenly laughed:

"My brother is so bad that he's going to kill someone else."

Mo Xiaolan also had a smile on her face, much more relaxed than just now.

They all saw that the current Zhang Ling was already at the end of the crossbow.

And he was also very aggrieved, Zhang Ling should still have a lot of killing moves, but he was chased and beaten by Qin Gengyun at close range, and he didn't have time to get back angry, so naturally he couldn't use his tricks.

At this moment, he can only be pulled into the close-quarters combat that the monk disdains the most, like a proud white swan being pulled into the quagmire, its wings covered in mud.

I can't do it at all, can I not be aggrieved?

"Ahh

Zhang Ling's face turned red, he shouted, and he swung his sword to forcibly force Qin Geng back, but he was bullied up, and the cloud scroll sword slashed on that strong chest, rubbing a burst of sparks.

Then a stick struck Zhang Ling's head.

All of a sudden, everything stopped.

Zhang Ling stiffened for a moment, rolled his eyes, and fell straight from the air, slamming heavily to the ground.

Hands and feet still seem to be twitching.

Someone curiously stepped forward to check and exclaimed:

"Senior Brother Zhang is foaming at the mouth!"

"Rubbish!" The corners of Wei Shouyuan's mouth twitched, Zhang Ling was his most optimistic disciple of the outer gate, and he originally planned to bring him into the inner door after the big competition in the outer gate.

Just now, he even wanted to snatch Ruomei from Danxia Peak and make Zhang Ling a Taoist companion.

At this time, Wei Shouyuan suddenly remembered that Ye Xiyue had just said that Zhang Ling might not be able to be a Taoist companion with any female disciple.

Suddenly, there was a burst of heat on his face.

Where did Ye Xiyue find such a little monster?

(End of chapter)