"Without a trace for thousands of years, thousands of swords pierce the sky!"
Qin Ming forcibly raised the ancient sword in the face of the ferocious sword energy, and the sword energy boiled into the sky.
Brilliant and shocking.
The sword energy was incomparable, and it annihilated all the sword energy again, dispersed the black tide, and even opened the iron sword.
However, Tieshanhe was not affected at all. The battle became more fierce. He held the iron knife while tumbling, and the man and the knife merged into one, and he killed Qin Ming again. The speed is getting faster and faster, the sword is getting fiercer and fiercer, the dark eyes are locked on Qin Ming, his face is expressionless, and he strikes again and again. There is cold light everywhere, no one is seen, only the blazing light of the sword is stimulating.
Qin Ming was even more fearless, his fighting spirit was surging, his blood was boiling, and he raised his sword to slash, making clanging and cracking sounds constantly.
fighting! Keep moving forward!
This is the fight he longs for!
The top of the mountain is sinking, and sword auras and pieces of sword aura completely split the top of the mountain.
The light soaring into the sky was extremely dazzling, and the black energy was so intense and cold that it bit the bones.
Fierce confrontations and ferocious offensives not only caused Qin Ming and Tieshanhe to fight fiercely, but all parties watching the battle were even more excited and cheered one after another.
This is the battle of the Eight Sects Tea Party, this is the martial arts showdown between the new generations of the eight sects in the Northern Territory.
Wonderful! Wonderful!
Not only many warriors in the Lingwu Realm lamented their incompetence, but even many strong men in the Xuanwu Realm felt endless emotion. He is indeed a genius cultivated by the Eight Sects, he is too powerful.
The palace spies were busy taking notes. These disciples were too strong and they must be paid close attention to in the future.
Qingge and Ye Luozhan frowned, paying solemn attention to the battlefield on the top of the mountain. They are both geniuses trained by the two sects. They are very strong. There is no doubt that they can achieve such a momentum with confidence, but looking at the disheveled people who are fighting endlessly Qin Ming and Tieshanhe thought that they were missing something, a kind of determination and madness, a kind of self-confidence and wildness, and a kind of tenacity that was crazy for martial arts.
In the fierce black air and the swords in the sky, Qin Ming once again picked out the "Shanhe Heavy Sword". The ancient sword crashed down like a huge mountain, and the broken mountain tops buzzed and sank. However, Tieshanhe did not dodge, and people As if he were one with the sword, he didn't have any fancy moves, but he seemed to be endlessly mysterious. His offensive was wide open, but he concealed thousands of murderous intentions.
The swords and knives collided again, and they were all fighting between lightning and flint. It looked normal, but in an instant, an indescribable depression filled the air. The sword and sword light shot straight into the sky, and then collapsed in chaos. The strong light The intertwining with the black tide creates a wonderful and gorgeous scene.
Qin Ming and Tieshanhe were both thrown away. They kept coughing up blood, and like dead leaves falling to the ground, they all tumbled out of the top of the mountain after landing. But their eyes were particularly bright. They twisted their waists at the same time in mid-air, landed steadily on the mountainside, and then rushed at full speed to the top of the mountain. At the moment, they stomped into the air.
Iron sword versus ancient sword!
Qin Ming fights against Tieshan River!
The sonorous sounds were endless, and the two fought fiercely. The dark sword light pierced the sky, and the fierce black energy was like a rushing river tide, wreaking havoc in the sky. Qin Ming was not to be outdone, and continued to use the ancient sword moves. The sword light was bright, the cold light was dazzling, and thousands of rays of brilliance were gorgeous but terrifying. Every sword swept out was enough to break the obstruction!
The fierce battle continued. Amidst the tide of swords and sword light, Qin Ming and Tieshanhe fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, unable to determine the winner.
Evenly matched! It’s even more hearty!
This kind of fierce battle is not only exciting from the outside, but Qin Ming and Tieshanhe's fight is even more dangerous and exciting.
The disciples of the eight sects secretly tortured and were nervous about them, and they were all paying attention to the development of the battle. They knew that Qin Ming still had a killer move, the terrifying Shura Resentment, and they believed that Tieshanhe had a secret technique. Both of them were looking for the best time, and both were looking for subtle flaws in their opponents in fierce battles.
Mucheng secretly clenched his fists and looked gloomy. It was really hard for him to accept that Qin Ming, who was despised by him a month ago, actually showed such amazing brilliance at the Eight Sects Tea Party, making all the sects cheer for him and making the whole city remember him. Live his name. Is this really Qin Ming
Li Nian and other disciples were also in a daze. Qin Ming was actually so powerful. In Qingyun Sect, the whole sect laughed at him, but in Wuling City, eight sects paid attention to him. This extreme contrast was really hard to accept. The people they once despised have become a presence they find difficult to contend with.
One Qin Ming made thousands of new generation disciples of Qingyun Sect a joke.
Ling Xue and the others suddenly remembered what Qin Ming said the day he walked into Wuling City, I want to be in the top five!
It felt like a joke at the time, something he said casually, but now that I think about it, he had already made his decision that day.
The fierce battle on the top of the mountain lasted for less than half an hour. Qin Ming and Tieshanhe were covered in blood. When the swords were drawn, in addition to the thunderous sound, billowing sword energy and sword light, there was also a huge pressure. The capillaries in their skin were crushed, and they spit out countless mouthfuls of blood. It's just that both of them have such tenacious personalities that no one will be swayed by this, and they are in a fight-to-die situation!
People who don't know the situation think they have a deep hatred.
However, for Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, the greatest respect is to knock each other down.
The swords struck each other, and the iron sword and the ancient sword were knocked away at the same time. It was not how fierce the attack was, but the bones of their hands were broken at the same time, and blood flowed freely.
The Dayan Ancient Sword roared out of the top of the mountain and was inserted at the foot of the mountain.
Ling Xue was the first to move forward, guarding beside the ancient sword, looking up at the top of the mountain with frowning eyebrows.
Tieshanhe's iron sword was forcibly controlled in mid-air, tumbling back again, hanging high above his head.
The crowds of people all over the mountains and plains were silent in patches, looking nervously at the mountains. Is it possible to decide the winner? Tieshanhe's sword cannot be competed with the body. Fighting against Tieshanhe is equivalent to fighting against him and the iron sword. If Qin Ming loses the ancient sword, doesn't it mean that he is at a disadvantage
"Unless Qin Ming has another secret move, he will be defeated." Yang Yi and other Tuling Sect disciples raised their eyebrows and paid attention. Qin Ming could win against his two junior brothers with Shura Resentment, but he may not be able to win over Tieshan River.
Qin Ming and Tieshanhe stood on both sides of the top of the mountain, panting heavily. They were covered in injuries and blood. They looked like ferocious beasts, giving people a very violent aura.
"My soul is the soul of the sword, and my body is the body of the sword. I am the sword, the sword is me, and everything in the world is my sword." Tieshanhe's voice was hoarse and low, like the whisper of an evil creature from hell. The blood from the wound was all over his body. All the blood stains magically floated up at this moment, converging into thin blood and flowing toward the sword suspended in the sky.
In an instant, an invisible aura enveloped the top of the mountain. The pieces of gravel and pieces of dust in the crumbling ruins were all suspended in the air, exuding murderous intent, as if they were about to turn into thousands of blades.
The eight sect masters all raised their eyebrows at this moment and paid attention. This should not be the Qingyun Sect's martial arts. This was the most powerful secret skill inherited by the Tie family.
How should Qin Ming respond
The outcome may be decided.
Qin Ming's heavy breathing could feel the overwhelming pressure of the sword. Not only did he not flinch, but he exuded a stronger fighting spirit.
Stab! !
Qin Ming's whole body aroused electric light, scurrying around in various parts. However, deep in the thunder and lightning, wisps of black air filled the air, floating unscrupulously in the violent electric light, and there were more and more, almost covering the whole body. , thunder and lightning intertwined with black fog, bright light and darkness mixed, and a cold air filled the top of the mountain.
He clasped his hands as tightly as an eagle's talons, and slowly held them in front of his chest. Wisps of black energy poured out from his hands and gathered in the middle, like a small whirlwind, spinning fiercely.
The battlefield seemed to be quiet, and a cold and murderous aura spread silently. The eight sect disciples at the bottom of the mountain felt the bone-chilling chill, and the hairs all over their bodies stood on end.
"What a strong murderous intent!" Guo Shantong and Xia Xingluo both changed their expressions. They had experienced it before, but they were sure that it was not as scary as it was now.
Woo woo woo…
There seemed to be a faint wave of sound between heaven and earth, like the sound of wind or shouting, distant and ethereal.
"Kill!!" Tieshanhe suddenly roared violently and took the lead to attack, with strange speed. His body moved incredibly fast in an instant. He put his hands together and rushed towards Qin Ming.
The whole audience was shocked. They seemed to have seen an illusion. Tieshanhe turned into a sword, with a bright light, and struck Qin Ming. Of course, it is impossible for him to actually transform into a real sword. It is a wonderful manifestation, and it is also the prototype of future supernatural powers. It creates some kind of illusion, but it is enough to show how terrifying this moment is.
High in the sky, the swords clanged fiercely, and a mountain-like pressure emerged, dragging a long black tide and slashing towards Qin Ming. Thousands of gravels on the top of the mountain all rose up, gathered densely, and turned into sword gangs.
It was as if a stone stirred up a thousand waves, and the whole mountain top boiled.
But on the edge of the riot, at the end of death, Qin Ming was completely fearless, his eyes were bright, his hands were suddenly raised high, and the fierce black wind vortex dispersed, revealing a small knife, real and illusory, but giving people a heart-stopping feeling. The sense of danger, as if a seed of death was gestating there, made many people shudder.
"What is that?" The disciples of the eight sects were all moved. They could best feel its coldness and murderous intent at a close distance.
The eight sect leaders frowned, this knife is unusual! Qin Ming surprised them again.
"The name of the sword, Shura!" Qin Ming shouted loudly, and the black sword struck out instantly, as if it cut through time and space. The cold chill made people tremble in their souls, and the bone-chilling murderous aura spread throughout Tieshanhe's body.
The final blow is where success or failure lies.
The whole place was silent and you could hear a pin drop. Countless people stared wide-eyed and forgot everything. Even many warriors frowned and clenched their fists to pay attention. Mobile phone users please browse and read for a better reading experience.