"Why talk so much nonsense with the dead?!" Auwu yelled in a thick voice, his strong body already rushing out, "I prefer to flatten his sharp nose first!"

The sword of victory took turn, and the enraged lion attacked first!

Ou Wu had already prepared this plan, and he wanted to grab this first credit. Although he now regards Qi Lang as his best friend, there is also competition between friends. Over the past three or four years, Owu has seen one battle miracle after another for Qi Lang, and although he has been the beneficiary of those miracles, it has also dealt a blow to the pride and pride of the Gondwana descendant. But now, he has earned the approval of the Sword of Victory, he has possessed a peerless weapon that is the envy of thousands of warriors, and he must prove his strength, make himself proud, and honor his best friend and best competitor!

"Tiger Roar!" "Ao Wu used his original trick as soon as he made a move, "Die, you scoundrel!"

It was an upward slash, with all his might, as heavy as a mountain! The sword of victory brought up a piece of silver light seemed to be enough to split the dark clouds in the sky, and the wind brought by the sword momentum was even more blowing!

Woo...... Woo!

It was as if the tiger had just stepped out of the col and stood on the huge rock in front of the stream, and let out a roar of commanding the beasts!

A powerful sword was struck, and Qi Lang was also shocked. He didn't expect that Ouwu's strength had reached such a level, although the strength of this sword could not be compared to Quill's furious thunder, but just looking at this gust of wind was enough to blow the enemy's eyes, and that rare sword qi could already shoot two or three meters away.

Qi Lang secretly weighed himself, if he and the despicable Thom switched positions, he himself could take the powerful sword head-on, the only thing he could do was to withdraw and dodge, temporarily avoiding the edge.

But Thom didn't seem to pay much attention to this sword, as if it wasn't a beginner's all-out blow, but just a slightly taller child who angrily wheeled a wooden club.

Thom's reaction made Qi Lang secretly suspicious, because he had secretly judged Thom's spiritual power level, and he could be regarded as a mid-level martial artist, and even if he was slightly stronger than Ao Wu in terms of combat level, don't forget, the weapon in Ao Wu's hand was the Sword of Victory! It was a holy weapon in Ah Wang's mouth, a peerless divine weapon that was as powerful as the Sword of Honor. With the help of this super weapon, Ou's combat power can be upgraded to another level!

Could it be that he also has the ability to suppress the spiritual power in his body?

Sure enough, a cruel smile appeared on Thom's lips. The spiritual power in his body exploded in an instant!

He's powerful, powerful beyond imagination!

He was a high-level martial artist, and he looked like he was about to advance to the level of a beginner-level Douzun. He had been holding back, just waiting for the opponent in front of him to reveal his true strength, and now, he had clearly seen the strength of this stout and most threatening opponent, the junior martial artist, the junior martial artist whose strength had been strengthened.

The sword in his hand was raised. It was just an ordinary steel sword, but under the urging of his powerful spiritual power, that steel sword actually flashed with even more dazzling white light!

Boom!

Two swords intersect, and the wind stops!

Owu was shaken back seven or eight steps, and stood there shaking his head vigorously, as if the loud noise had happened in his head, which caused him to be dizzy for a moment, and for a moment he could not regain his will.

But Thom also had a look of surprise on his face. Although he had only withdrawn one step, and he had the absolute upper hand in this purely power contest, he noticed that the steel sword in his hand had collapsed. If the opponent's true strength was only a beginner-level martial artist, such a loss would definitely not occur.

He narrowed his eyes, looked at it carefully, and immediately found the answer: "It turns out that you idiot also has a good sword." It's not going to be the legendary Sword of Victory, is it? It's a bonus, it looks like Tom Orlando will soon be able to get a promotion, and you wonder if this epee will be exchanged for the rank of Major from King Billy?"

"Do your sweet dreams!" Ou Wu rushed forward again, the heavy sword wheel was more fierce, and the sword light emitted was more refined!

He was already completely enraged! This was the first time that Ou had faced such a formidable opponent since harvesting the sword of victory, and he could not tolerate the name of victory being shattered like this. What right does the scoundrel in front of him have to make such a mockery of the victor, he has become a dead corpse, and he should be splashed with blood on the spot under the light of the holy sword, and his ugly soul should be thrown into purgatory, never to be turned over!

It should be said that this attack of Aowu is majestic and full of momentum. But Qi Lang saw the problem in this - the power of the Sword of Victory was too little! Qi Lang had truly seen the tremendous power of the Holy Sword, and in the two times against the enemy Sirio and the enemy Vignesh, the dazzling light of the Sword of Honor had suppressed the opponent and could not move, so he struck a single blow, slicing the throat of the tiger-headed Baji, and breaking Vignesh's Red Dragon Greatsword in two.

But Ouwu's swords did not make the sword of victory shine with that incomparably divine brilliance, he only swung out sword qi, and did not completely awaken the aura of the holy sword. It seems that although he has gained the approval of the sword of victory, he has not yet fully grasped the essence of victory.

In this battle, Owu is afraid that it will be dangerous!

Qi Lang's judgment was accurate. Over the next few moves, Thom had already begun to notice the difference in his weapon, avoiding a head-on collision with the heavy sword as much as possible. And as a high-level martial artist, he has an absolute advantage in body speed. Ou began to be overwhelmed, and Thom almost succeeded in several sneak attacks after a few false attacks, and more of his sword moves fell into the air.

This one-sided battle could not continue, otherwise the Hope Legion would have lost a valiant general before it reached its intended location.

"Stop, Owu!" Qi Lang shouted, drew Joanna's beautiful long sword, jumped into the battlefield, and stabbed three sword lights with a flick of his wrist, forcing Tom back two steps, and grabbed Owu's arm.

"I need you to give me this scoundrel. Qi Lang winked at Owu, "Because he has committed so many crimes against us yellow people, I guess I'm the best person to flatten his nose." ”

Ou Wu knew that Qi Lang was relieving himself, because his strength was about to run out, and the spiritual power in his body was now only enough to perform the stunt of a fierce tiger roar, if a blow failed to receive results, he would only be able to rely on simple arm strength to deal with the enemy, and Thom, the opponent, was not inferior even in strength.

"Be careful, if not, we'll be on board!" he gasped.

This elm head is now a little enlightened, and he actually knows how to take advantage of the advantage in numbers. And this advantage Qi Lang is of course also very clear, there are now three junior martial artists on this team, and two fierce bronze beast pets, that villain Thom is destined to escape the tragic end of the annihilation of the whole army, but before everyone rushes up, he still wants to try his true strength, and also wants to see if there is any new progress in the development of martial arts after being promoted to a martial artist.

"Beast-like thing, I hope your guts didn't give you up!" Qi Lang pointed the long sword in his hand at Thomp's nose, and the huge red stone in the gauntlet flashed with pink brilliance, "Come, before you roll down to hell with your notoriety, see how the flames of purgatory will burn you to ashes!"

"Arrogant boy!" Thom grinned and scratched at the bush of yellow hair on his chest, "You're dead!!"

He screamed, jumped to his feet, raised his sword in both hands, and preemptively launched the attack with overwhelming momentum.

Airplanes!

The cold sword light carried the terrifying sound of splitting the wind, and struck down in the air!

However, this sword missed, only a crack one or two meters deep was cut in the ground, and Qi Lang had already disappeared.

He didn't disappear, but floated up, levitating in mid-air at a height of seven or eight meters!

Just a second before the sword momentum struck, Qi Lang had already pulled all the spiritual power in his body into the virtual pipe, merging with the internal qi in the dantian, running rapidly. As a result, his speed increased even faster, almost faster than the naked eye could capture. After flashing the opponent's sword aura, he was already floating up with just a tap of his left foot on the ground.

The soldiers of the Hope Legion had seen Qi Lang's hand, but they generally believed that it was an unusual manifestation of the impact of spiritual power when they were promoted, and no one expected that the original ability had taken root, and their commander could now break through gravity at will.

The exclamation rang out, and it was not only from their own camp, but even the remnants of the Tiger Cavalry of more than thirty people couldn't help but exclaim!

It was a divine skill, a divine skill that had only appeared in the legends of the East! Although they had conquered and plundered in the Eastern Realm, and fought against countless Eastern warriors, they had never seen such a magical scene with their own eyes. But in the midst of the eye-opener, a sense of foreboding had already risen in their hearts - it seemed that the oriental freak highlighted in the Imperial proclamation was indeed a god-like figure, and Lieutenant Thom did not think he could take advantage of it.

However, Qi Lang knew the difficulty he was in at the moment: his flying skills were nothing more, because the spiritual power in his body was not strong enough to be retracted freely, and although he looked extremely majestic floating in the air, if the opponent seized this opportunity to launch a continuous attack, it would be difficult for him to respond accordingly. However, the reason why Qi Lang chose to take this risk was to disturb the opponent's mind in a very short time, and his next lightning strike was the key to winning and losing!