A group of warriors seemed to feel that Qi Ming's stepping on the stone wall of the artistic conception was an insult to them.

Immediately, a group of warriors shot at Qi Ming.

One after another, sword light, sword qi, axes, and spears slashed towards Qi Ming, converging into a torrent of steel and pushing towards Qi Ming.

"Get out!"

Qi Ming let out a loud shout, and then a punch burst out.

Bang.

There was an explosion.

The air was blown up, and the converging attacks were shattered.

And at the moment.

Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan entered the range of 1,000 steps from the stone wall of the artistic conception.

"Hmph, this kid still has some strength!"

"What about some strengths, but they are people from the small dynasty, and they really think that they can compare to the top 100 pride of the world. ”

"It's shameless to think about the finale, I want to see how he loses face. ”

“......”

A group of martial artists hated Qi Ming and sneered.

Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan's speed was neither fast nor slow, and they kept a constant speed.

Nine hundred steps.

Eight hundred steps.

Seven hundred steps.

Six hundred steps.

Five hundred steps.

"This speed can't even be compared to me, and I still want to comprehend the artistic conception, which is simply wishful thinking. ”

"A small dynasty is a small dynasty, and it's not small if you don't have the ability!"

"Just this ability, I still want to finale, and I don't pee and look in the mirror. ”

“......”

Seeing that Qi Ming's speed was not fast, the warriors showed disdain on their faces, and they all mocked.

It was as if they could taunt and win.

But.

Their complexions quickly changed.

Because.

Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan came to three hundred steps unconsciously.

And the speed is not reduced, and it still maintains a constant speed.

"Hey, that's interesting!"

Ling Tianxiao, who ranked ninety-ninth on the Hundred Pride List, showed a hint of playfulness on his face and said in surprise.

"Ghost Moon, how many steps do you say these two can get closer!"

Ma Anhe also became interested and said to Ghost Moon.

"I don't know!"

Ghost Moon's face was still calm, and she couldn't see her joy or anger.

Two hundred and ninety steps.

Two hundred and eighty steps.

Two hundred and seventy steps.

Two hundred and sixty steps.

Two hundred and fifty steps.

......

Two hundred steps.

Gradually, everyone's eyes were attracted by Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan, and they began to close their mouths, speechless in shock.

Because.

Although Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan's speed was not fast, their speed did not slow down in the slightest.

At their current speed, they can at least step close to the artistic conception stone wall for a hundred and fifty steps.

This is something that many people can't do.

A person from a small dynasty where birds don't can do this.

This made their faces suddenly dull, and their complexions were a little difficult to look at.

"But then, I can take a hundred and fifty steps!"

A warrior said with a little sour on his lips.

One hundred and ninety steps.

One hundred and eighty steps.

One hundred and seventy steps.

One hundred and sixty steps.

One hundred and fifty steps.

Quiet, the scene was silent, silent, and the needle drop could be heard.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan.

Although Yi Qingxuan's speed slowed down a little, Qi Ming's speed still did not decrease, which made it difficult for them to accept.

They were speechless.

Ling Tianxiao, Ma Anhe, and Ghost Yue also put away their contempt and began to face Qi Ming and Yi Qingxuan.

One hundred and forty steps.

One hundred and thirty steps.

One hundred and twenty steps.

One hundred and ten steps.

Yi Qingxuan's speed is getting slower and slower, and he can't walk anymore.

But it doesn't matter.

The important thing is that the speed of the chorus has not slowed down, but it is still at a constant speed.

Everyone was shocked.

Their breathing stagnated, and they felt like a bomb had been dropped in their heads, leaving their heads blank.

"Martial Soul Present!"

Yi Qingxuan gradually felt struggling, and could only snort.

The voice fell.

Two martial spirits appeared on Yi Qingxuan's body.

One is a six-petal demon lotus martial soul of the sixth grade of the Xuan level, which is pitch black all over, exuding terrifying demonic power.

One is a ground-level first-grade nine-petal demon lotus martial soul, which is pitch black all over, exuding terrifying demonic power.

As the two martial spirits emerged, the momentum on Yi Qingxuan's body rose infinitely, and soon reached an extremely terrifying point.

With the power of the martial soul, Yi Qingxuan hurriedly took a few steps forward.

Boom, boom, boom.

Step by step.

Finally.

Yi Qingxuan took ten steps and reached one hundred steps.

Bang.

There was a loud bang.

Yi Qingxuan's body erupted with a fierce artistic conception, rising into the sky, soaring into the sky, stirring the nine heavens and clouds to change color.

"Oh my God, it's the artistic conception, I didn't expect this princess of the Heavenly Demon Dynasty to have such qualifications!"

"The Heavenly Demon Dynasty is a medium dynasty, I didn't expect a Tianjiao!"

"I'm afraid this princess will become a sweetheart, and all the celestial prides will compete for marriage!"

“......”

A group of warriors looked at Yi Qingxuan and began to discuss.

But before they could react.

Silently approaching a hundred steps in unison.

Now.

Ling Tianxiao, Ma Anhe, and Ghost Yue's eyes narrowed almost at the same time, bursting out with a complicated gaze.

Qi Ming even stepped close a hundred steps.

This was not what they expected, and it seemed to be what they expected.

It's incredible.

"That's a fake! The boy also took a hundred steps. ”

"It can't be a mistake!"

"Look at that kid who doesn't have any artistic conception, it's obvious that this kid must be cheating. ”

"It must be so!"

“......”

When the warriors saw the vision, they all showed suspicion on their faces and guessed.

But Ling Tianxiao, Ma Anhe, and Ghost Yue's faces became more and more solemn.

They seem to guess something.

The three of them looked at each other, their eyes full of shock, and they couldn't hide it at all.

This can only explain one reason, that is, Qi Ming may have already comprehended the artistic conception.

Thinking of this, all three of them gasped.

The children of a small dynasty have already comprehended the artistic conception, which makes them a little difficult to accept.

Now.

After Yi Qingxuan comprehended the artistic conception, he was no longer able to support it, so he could only explode backwards and retreat.

And Qi Ming took a few steps again.

Boom, boom, boom.

Ninety steps!

The chorus began to slow down, but not much.

Eighty steps!

Boom, boom, boom.

Seventy steps!

"How is this possible?"

Syllable!

Smack!

Bang Bang Bang!

The people who mocked Qi Ming just now felt like they had been slapped in public, and they snapped.

They desperately want to find a crack in the ground to get into.

Everyone kept their mouths shut, wanting to see how far Qi Ming could go.

Sixty steps!

Fifty steps!

This moment.

The speed of the chorus became turtle speed, or it stood still.

"It seems that it is still a little difficult, and I have to use my hole cards, but I don't know if I can make the sword intent break through to the second grade. ”

Qi Ming had a faint smile on his face, thinking in his heart.

Forthwith.

A sky-high sword intent burst out from Qi Ming's body, extremely powerful, as if it could tear the heavens and the earth, pierce through the nine heavens, and turn the world upside down.

This sword intent is extremely powerful and powerful, more than twice as powerful as the artistic conception that others have just comprehended.

At this moment, everyone's faces changed drastically, and their faces were full of incredulity.

Ling Tianxiao, Ma Anhe, and Ghost Moon had shocked faces and frightened eyes.