"Brother Qin, or I will come."
Han Lei gave Qin Shaoyang a worried look.
He vaguely remembered that during the Battle of the Rift Valley three months ago, Qin Shaoyang's cultivation base was nothing but the Five Heavens.
On the opposite side was the Centurion of the Purple Night Legion, and his strength was absolutely impressive.
Qin Shaoyang didn't answer Han Lei, stepping out, the fire of pure sun appeared frantically.
"The Eighth Heaven Realm, Eight Heavens?"
Han Lei couldn't help exclaiming, looking at Qin Shaoyang's back and slapped his tongue again and again.
In three months, he and Qin Shaoyang had been separated for only three months, and Qin Shaoyang's cultivation actually broke through the realm of the triple heaven.
What has he experienced in this short period of three months
"No wonder you are so rampant, it seems you do have rampant capital."
Cheng Jie raised the corner of one side of his mouth, swept his long knife, his aura suddenly climbed, like a purple thunder and lightning with the thickness of his thumb appearing all over his body, it turned out to be three points thicker than Qin Shaoyang's spiritual power.
"The Ninth Heaven in the Tongtian Realm! A centurion turned out to be a warrior in the Nine Heavens in the Tongtian Realm?"
"This purple thunder and lightning is the purple thunder technique of the rumored Helian family?"
There were bursts of exclaims from the Benlei mercenary group, all of them shocked by the strength that Cheng Jie showed.
There was a sneer at the corner of Cheng Jie's mouth.
"I am the centurion of Marshal Helian's guard regiment. I am placed in the Purple Night Legion. It is half a level higher than an ordinary centurion. If you only regard me as an ordinary centurion, it is too much. It's a little naive."
The Guard Corps, that guarded the marshal's camp and guarded its safe existence, each of them was carefully selected from hundreds of thousands of soldiers.
Not only must there be absolute loyalty, but the strength must far exceed that of ordinary soldiers.
"There's a lot of nonsense. If you want to fight, just do it, don't get fucked."
Qin Shaoyang fished out his ears and looked at Cheng Jie rather boringly.
Cheng Jie's expression turned cold when he heard Qin Shaoyang's words. That posture clearly didn't take him seriously.
"Very well, I'll see how hard you can be."
Cheng Jie let out a low cry, and a wave of air burst out under his feet, and his whole body shot towards Qin Shaoyang like a flying arrow.
The long knife was startled, soaring upwards, rolling up countless Razers.
"Brother Qin be careful. It is rumored that the purple thunder technique of Helian's family is accompanied by hemp to avoid poison. Don't insist on it."
Han Lei couldn't help but exclaimed to remind him of Cheng Jie, who was on the verge of coming up with a killer move.
Fighting warriors of the same realm, a major criterion that affects the outcome is the strength of the spell.
As for Helian’s Purple Thunder Mind Method, it is rumored that it is not only the stubborn and domineering person, the meridians of the whole body will fall into numbness, and the spiritual power will not be able to operate smoothly.
This powerful purple thunder technique alone is very difficult to entangle, and now on the cultivation base, the opponent has even overwhelmed Qin Shaoyang.
This battle is quite disparity.
"Batian Jedi."
Qin Shaoyang drank in a low voice, and his shocking power suddenly burst out of his arm.
The fire of pure sun adhered to it, and the hot fire fist blasted out wildly.
The crimson fire collided with the purple thunder, bursting out a terrifying aftermath.
In the aftermath, Cheng Jie's long knife cut out again, rolling up layers of thunder, and his power soared by three points again.
"This cut is the end."
Cheng Jie sneered at the corner of his mouth, the first cut was only for getting close, and the second cut was the ultimate move.
At such a close distance, he did not believe that this young man could stop the sudden explosion of the sword.
"Chang."
In the flames, the blade of the broken sword was suddenly provoked, and violently collided with the cutting blade.
Cheng Jie, who was in the middle of the air, shook his body amidst the sound of metal humming, and flew upside down in mid-air for a week to counteract the dark energy.
He looked at the broken sword in the hands of the boy in front of him in disbelief.
The sharp sword just now caused a chill in his heart.
This young man is a master of kendo!
However, before he calmed down his horror, Qin Shaoyang leaned against the ground and rushed towards him with a sword.
The sword breaks through the sky, the sword goes against the sky, the sword splits the universe.
Shura Sword Jue's fierce sword power cut out one after another, and every time the sword fell, it curled up all the flames.
Every sword is also straight to the point.
Clang, Clang, Clang.
Cheng Jie was forced to retreat again and again in the continuous sound of the collision of swords and swords, and for a while, he was suppressed without any chance of attack.
"Haha, Brother Qin did a great job,"
"Go on, Brother Qin, cut that guy over.
There was a cheering voice from the Benlei mercenary group. Looking at Qin Shaoyang, who was completely in the upper hand in the battle, many mercenaries rolled up their sleeves directly, wishing that it was themselves on the battlefield.
"What a strong sword technique! I didn't expect Brother Qin's swordsmanship to reach such a level."
Han Lei in the crowd was also stunned, and only from the few swordsmanship Qin Shaoyang had just used, he could see how powerful Qin Shaoyang's talent was.
Han Lei had studied swordsmanship for ten years, but he knew that compared with Qin Shaoyang, his swordsmanship was not enough.
This can be compared with those old guys who have been immersed in kendo for 20 or 30 years.
But at this time, no one in the scene could appreciate the terrible Qin Shaoyang swordsmanship more than Cheng Jie.
Every sword cut in Qin Shaoyang's hands brought him endless pressure.
It seemed as if a huge boulder weighing a thousand catties was pressing on him, and there was no room for breathing.
"The lead of a thousand thunders, turn Ting into a switch, break it."
Cheng Jie suddenly drank, and the purple thunder snake around him suddenly turned into countless electric light balls. The light balls collided with Qin Shaoyang's sword and exploded in an instant.
Qin Shaoyang's figure flew backwards from the aftermath, and his body made a long trajectory on the ground.
The clothing on his chest, the bombarded scorched black swath, faint purple thunder and lightning attached to it.
"Boy, your weird flames and fierce swordsmanship are really enough to make me stunned, but that's it. Now you have hit my purple thunder. The meridians of your whole body will fall into numbness. trembling."
"There are many thunder methods in the world, but the purple heart thunderball technique of the Helian family is considered to be at the level of grandpa. You are not wronged."
Cheng Jie, who reluctantly used this method, smiled confidently even though you were pale.
This secret technique was once rewarded and practiced by Marshal Helian.
However, it was unexpected enough to kill the opponent.
Originally, Cheng Jie thought that he would only use this trick when he faced the strong of the Huazong Realm.
But he didn't expect that his strongest secret skills would be forced out by a young man whose cultivation base was not as good as his own.
"Damn it, after all, it was overshadowed by this Helian family's purple thunder spell."
Han Lei clenched his fists tightly, his eyes filled with regret.
Qin Shaoyang's performance was amazing enough, but after all, it was still a step away.
"Unfortunately, the technique that Cheng Jie used just now was too sudden. I am afraid that the low-level warriors of the Huazong realm will not be able to react for a while."
"Hey, I didn't expect that this guy even learned the secret skills of the Helian family."
The people of the Benlei Mercenary Group clenched their fists in excitement. It seems that today is inevitably captured by the Black Cavalry.
But they didn't have the slightest complaint against Qin Shaoyang in their hearts. They asked themselves, if they were allowed to fight this Cheng Jie, they would have been killed ten back and forth at this moment.
"Hey, if your purple heart thunderball technique is grandpa-level, then my trick is at least ancestor-level!"
The corner of Qin Shaoyang's mouth was frivolous, and he slowly got up. A touch of blue thunder emerged from all over him.