The Qisi people frowned, looked at the legendary woman, and said calmly: "My Daqi Dynasty has changed to a new emperor. Logically speaking, we are not enemies."
"Maybe we will have a common enemy in the future, but we may not understand the affairs of allies, such as the affairs of your Great Qi Dynasty." Zhao Miao glanced at the Qisi people sarcastically, and then looked at him again. Su Qin beside him said: "At least for now, I can neither let him fall into your hands nor let him fall into Zheng Xiu's hands."
The Qisi man took a deep breath, stopped his body, and said: "I have always wanted to learn Zhao Jianlu's brilliant move, and the situation is fair at this time."
He is one of the strongest cultivators in the Great Qi Dynasty at this time, knowing that this battle is inevitable, and he will not procrastinate.
Everyone knows that Mr. Zhao Si's natal sword was lost on the Weihe River outside Changling, and he just went through a fierce battle, lost a lot of vitality, and suffered serious injuries. In his opinion, the fight between the two sides is fair.
He thinks so, but Zhao Miao doesn't think so.
Although it is true that she has lost her natal sword, she has her own perception, and her realm has not diminished. Zhao Jianlu competes with others and never takes advantage of others.
So she just raised her eyebrows, looked at Qi Si and said: "Please, sir."
The Qisi man looked at her proud eyebrows and understood what she meant, but he was not pretentious, just nodded slightly, and with a thought, a piece of ashes flew out of his neckline.
His body is covered with many spiritual bone pendants. To practitioners from other dynasties, the many bone instruments on his body can only make him look barbaric and weird. Bones are all magic weapons that Daqi practitioners fear. Several of them are unique in this world and cannot be found anymore.
The ashes that flew out from his collar were a finger bone, which came from a strange beast in the deep water of the abyss.
After a natural but mysterious or extremely coincidental transformation, the rest of the bones of this underworld beast decayed, but this phalanx became the center of that abyss, and nine out of ten of the yin in that abyss Qi gathered in this amputated phalanx.
In Daqi's practice world, this amputated phalanx is called Mingshui relic.
As the name suggests, when the true energy of the Qis people poured into this finger bone like a volcanic eruption, this originally inconspicuous ashes burst out with a palpitating and disturbing violent aura. Just like the resurrection of the ghost beast, a cloud of black air with a radius of several hundred feet appeared above the graveyard. This vitality was deeper than the night.
In the next instant, countless streams of black water began to pass through the world in front of the Chiss.
The battle between powerful practitioners pays more attention to breaking moves. Under the teaching of the old master who is as famous as Wang Jingmeng, the practitioners of Zhao Jianlu forged iron in front of the stove all the year round. Day after day, they feel the fire and the world. The combination of all things, while tempering one's own sword embryo, also naturally used the world's fire intent to the extreme.
The real essence in their bodies is the strongest real fire in the world.
Underworld water can extinguish any flame in the world, even if it cannot completely extinguish the real fire transformed by the real essence of Zhao Jianlu practitioner, at least it can greatly reduce its power.
As long as the strength of the same seventh realm is reduced by a few percent, it will not be difficult for the Qisi people to deal with it.
Mingshui is the coldest water in the world, and it is also the heaviest water in the world.
When thousands of black water streams appeared in the world where she and the Qisi people were, for Zhao Miao, the world around her became heavy and cold.
"Good magic weapon."
She first gave a sincere admiration.
The preciousness of this magic weapon comes from the non-replicable spiritual material. This kind of power that makes her feel cold to the bone is really amazing. However, her next sentence was: "What a pity."
There was a bang.
A blazing fire illuminated thousands of dark waters, and also illuminated the night sky.
The crimson fire illuminated every clump of weeds in this cemetery, making it impossible for the Qis people to open their eyes.
At this moment, she directly turned into a scorching sun.
The true energy in her body gushed out from the sea of qi and turned into red real fire, but it did not leave her side to fight against the dark water that shuttled back and forth, but wrapped around her body layer by layer.
She turned into a blazing ball of fire.
In the next instant, she stepped out in one step and arrived in front of the Qisi people.
The fireball violently shattered hundreds of streams of water in front of the Qisi people. The crimson real fire collided with the black dark water, but there was no evaporating sound like that when water and fire meet, but it made a sound like ice crystals breaking. crisp sound.
Among these crisp sounds, there was an even crisper sword cry.
For practitioners, this sound can even be described as "clean" and "pure".
The Chiss frowned deeply.
In the firelight, the wrinkles on his forehead were as clear as a knife.
Zhao Miao held a crystal sword in her hand.
This crystal-cut sword is condensed from real fire, and it is more crystal clear than all the red gemstones in the world, but at this moment, what the Qisi people can't understand is that there is a strong natal aura on this crystal-cut sword.
Zhao Miao's natal sword had been lost on the Weihe River. This truncated crystal sword has a sword shape but no real sword embryo. It should be just the remnant of her natal vitality in her sea of qi, just like the remnant soul of her natal sword.
Regardless of any practice theory in the world of practitioners, the power of such a crystal sword is naturally not the same as that of the real natal sword. However, in the perception of Qisi people at this time, this crystal sword seems to have been infused with Something new, extremely powerful in his perception.
It is also clear that the sword intent of this sword goes forward without looking back.
In other words, Zhao Miao poured all the victory and defeat into this sword.
She only thought of this sword, one sword will determine the outcome.
These thoughts flashed through the Qissian's mind for as long as the light flickered.
The fire was too dazzling, and he still couldn't open his eyes, but he still stood where he was, without taking a step back.
Only a master of his level can truly understand that when fighting with a desperate sword like Zhao Jianlu, who can only advance without retreating once the sword is drawn, and loses momentum when retreating, it is impossible to have any chance of winning.
His hands naturally fell to his waist.
There are also many spiritual bone artifacts hanging around his waist.
What he held was a magic weapon made of a long hollow leg bone.
This leg bone comes from Feng Peng, a giant bird that has long been extinct. This giant bird is the ancestor of summoning the wind from the nine heavens. Many practitioners in the world use the method of wind art from the study and understanding of its power.
This leg bone is also only a small section, but it is also about three feet long. When he held this magic weapon in his hand, the true energy in his sea of energy, including the long-saved ones, had not been used for countless years. Some of his breath also rushed out frantically and injected into this magic weapon.
Inside this magic weapon, countless tiny cyan cyclones immediately formed.
The Qisi man held the leg bone and stabbed towards the sword in Zhao Miao's hand.
To be more precise, it was set in the past.
This hollow leg bone became a scabbard in his hand, which was put on the sword.