Qi Ming's always shy and indifferent expression finally changed slightly at this moment.
There was a smile of interest on the corner of his mouth, "It's interesting!"
The sword in his hand was raised slightly, and he slashed lightly in the air, not facing Qin Jiu.
But unexpectedly, Qin Jiu's fist style was brought to the other side.
With a loud bang, the bluestone floor of the arena was blasted with a spider web of cracks.
…
There was a complete silence in the arena.
The spiritual fluctuations and coercion from Qin Jiu's punch just now made their scalps tingle.
"Then... aren't those people from the unknown sect of Qingtian Realm? How could they be so strong?"
"If that blow hit me just now, I... I'm completely powerless to resist."
…
Qin Jiu's punch was deflected, and he wanted to attack again, but Qi Ming's second sword had already arrived.
This second sword was not a horizontal slash or stab, but a slight circle.
But it was such a circle that made Qin Jiu blush suddenly.
Because at this moment, his front, back, left, and right are all sword lights, and he feels that there is no way to retreat.
Just when Qi Ming's sword was advancing layer by layer, it was about to attack Qin Jiu.
Chu Moli's voice sounded slowly, "Old Five."
Before he finished speaking, Qi Ming suddenly felt his elbow being pulled by something, making him unable to move.
As soon as he looked up, he saw a tall and beautiful woman, holding a needle and thread in her hand, and her slender fingers flicked away.
And what grabbed his elbow was the silk thread wrapped around him by Ling Yusheng.
When were these threads wound up
He didn't know it at all
While Qi Ming was surprised, Ling Yusheng had already snapped his fingers, and dozens of silver needles flew towards Qi Ming with lightning speed.
Qi Ming wanted to bend over to dodge, but he couldn't bend because of the silk thread wrapped around his body.
At the critical moment, he had to take a step back to avoid the attack.
…
Under the arena, many people gasped.
"They, they actually forced Instructor Qi Ming to move a step."
"The Hunyuanzong disciples formed a sword formation just now, and more than 20 people attacked together, but they couldn't make Qi Ming move a little bit."
"Who is this Xiaoyaomen? Why are one and two so strong?"
…
These shocked onlookers didn't know that the attack of the six members of Xiaoyaomen had only just begun.
Qi Ming had just escaped Ling Yusheng's attack, broke the thread on his body, and was about to raise his sword to attack.
Chu Moli said again: "Xiaoqi."
"It's ready!" Luo Yu showed a bright and lovely smile, and flicked his fingers in the air.
Qi Ming was wondering what tricks they had.
Suddenly, countless birds fell from the sky, completely blocking Qi Ming's sight.
Almost at the same time, a dense swarm of little mice also appeared on the ground at some point, and got into Qi Ming's clothes.
If you look carefully, you will find that these little birds and mice are not real birds and mice at all, but lifeless puppets.
Luo Yu's forehead was slightly sweaty, and his face was pale, but the movements of his hands did not stop at all.
A trace of panic finally appeared in the movements of Qi Ming's hands and feet.
He suddenly burst out the spiritual power in his body, shaking away the bird puppets and mouse puppets around him.
But before he regained his keen insight, two mighty sword lights roared towards him.
The figures of Leng Yumo and Yun Ruohan overlapped and changed in the void.
The sword lights of the two superimposed on each other, but it was not an ordinary one plus one, but a complete fusion.