"A group of ants are presumptuous as the sons of man, and dare to talk nonsense, and suppress them all." The middle-aged Qin Yu said again indifferently.
After speaking, he looked at Zhang Xiaotian and said calmly, "Junior, I don't want to oppress you, the people of the province, say that Qin Yu deceives people too much, and you should solve the problems between you juniors. Therefore, you and Qin Han directly live and die Fight!".
When these words came out, everyone was in an uproar, your Qin Yu genius, went to fight a life and death fight with an eighth-rank trash, why didn't you feel blushing, but compared to before, it did make a big improvement.
However, Zhang Xiaotian is dead. This kind of people have never seen Zhang Xiaotian make a move. Of course, he has seen Zhang Xiaotian make a move. What can he do? What kind of treasure Qin Han has, but Zhang Xiaotian is poor and white. To death.
"Come on! Trash, don't die all at once, it's good, otherwise it will be too boring." Qin Han said with a joking expression.
Zhang Xiaotian kept silent, and looked at Qin Han who was not far away. Zhang Xiaotian had always looked indifferent, as if he were looking at a dead person, without surprise.
This kind of feeling made Qin Han extremely uncomfortable, and he immediately preempted when he was angry.
A lunge, "Shoo!" Like an iron arrow, he protruded his palm directly and aggressively. The five fingers were joined together to form a sharp claw. On top of it, the crystal spiritual power gleamed with a deadly light.
Going down with a large claw can definitely crack a thousand-year-old iron stone. The sharp claws struck him, and bloodyly leaned towards Zhang Xiaotian's head. This was for a lore!
Zhang Xiaotian stomped the ground fiercely, and the ground thundered and shook. Zhang Xiaotian, like a boat, stepped back slowly to avoid the opponent's first blow, because Zhang Xiaotian didn't want to fight in close quarters for the time being.
"Xuanyanquan!" When fighting, it can be close or far, naturally it is more terrifying at close range. After training, the hardness of the real body fist is comparable to the hardest rock. If you add spiritual power, that power is not Dare to imagine.
Qin Han suddenly knotted his fist marks. The fist marks were jet black, with fiery red flames shining at the edges, and the temperature was terrifying. If the black meteorite hits it, it is all transformed by liquid spiritual power, but it rubs against the air to this point.
Zhang Xiaotian was motionless like a mountain, his palms hit the sky again and again, accompanied by the endless gust of wind blowing away, in which the thunder light billowed and was extremely bright. It is Feng Lei Zhang!
During the collision, "Boom Boom..." like firecrackers exploded, the most intense collision, the light was blazing, if the most brilliant fireworks burst into the void.
After all, Zhang Xiaotian's spiritual power was weakened by more than one factor. The touch point moved horizontally, and the monks could see that Zhang Xiaotian's palm strength was retreating. If things go on like this, Zhang Xiaotian will lose.
"Shoo!" At this moment, Zhang Xiaotian suddenly threw out the white baggage behind his back, and his clothes shook with the hunt.
The person stretched out his big hand like lightning, grasped something tightly, and pulled his hand, "Shoo!" Then, a cold light flashed across the void,
"Shadow Sword!" Extremely particular about the speed of the sword, the realm of Xiaocheng, the shadow of the sword is difficult to distinguish and unpredictable, the realm of Dacheng, the shadow of the sword is superb, without a trace.
Zhang Xiaotian waved the big iron sword at will, and saw that the iron sword was horizontal, and the traces of the iron sword were all over the void, the speed of the sword was dazzling, and this was only the beginning.
With a sword in hand, innately standing in an invincible place, the sword aura tore the air, a smear of invisible sword aura crisscrossed, forming an airtight defense.
No matter how much the opponent's fist marks, he still can't attack.
"No matter how much your defenses are, it will not be as strong as my spiritual power after all." Qin Hansen said coldly.
"Ghost Shadow Hand!" Huang Tier martial arts, if Shadow Hand comes out from the Nether, it is extremely powerful, this is a big killer move.
Huang Lei's whole body was billowing black light quietly blooming, so dark that it made the heart tremble, and the strange aura of the whole person was full. Amidst the surging of the black mist, a dark and ink-like fuzzy spiritual hand emerged, and directly approached Zhang Xiaotian.
Wherever you go, the wind stops and the spirit disappears.
When the two collided, the ghost hand traversed all the way, turning a blind eye to Zhang Xiaotian's sword energy defense.
Zhang Xiaotian naturally felt this weird breath, but he was still indifferent, but his pupils shrank slightly, and he greeted him with an iron sword in his hand.
The wind was blowing, and the clothes were rustling in plain clothes. Everyone felt quite bleak, and some strong men felt like they had broken their wrists. Because everyone felt that Zhang Xiaotian's destiny was soon to come, I am afraid that they would be able to take this move.
"The sunset is red!" Zhang Xiaotian groaned.
Human is still (the other party's ghost hand), so anxiously, a sword slashed out, a beam of light was suddenly born, and the sword light filled the void, extremely brilliant.
"Trash is trash. The power of swordsmanship is good, but it's too early to release!" Someone next to him mocked inexplicably.
Only some discerning and powerful monks discovered the anomaly.
I saw that at the last moment, the iron sword was rampant, and the light of the iron sword lingered, only a trace of red brilliance struggling to support it, like a candle in the wind, swaying fiercely.
Zhang Xiaotian's face didn't have any waves, and finally a confrontation took place, "Kang Dang!" It sounded like iron, ping-pong, and deafening.
The spiritual powers annihilated each other, and it was obvious that Zhang Xiaotian's sword light weakened extremely quickly, and in the end only a little yellow-red shimmer light beating at the blade's edge.
"Look, sure enough! When it comes to the confrontation, I am afraid it will not last a moment." Someone seemed to sigh, more like sarcasm.
"A thin line of sky!" Zhang Xiaotian raised his eyebrows and drank up to the sky.
The sword moves seemed to change. At this time, the sword light had disappeared, leaving only a drop of golden light lingering around the sword.
The feeling of twilight suddenly came to life, Zhang Xiaotian pushed the iron sword horizontally, followed by a slight blow, and the light of the sword was extinguished by the spiritual power of the opponent's ghost hand.
Only, some powerful people found that a line in the hands of the ghost shadow lingering in the black mist, like an eternal existence, although weak, there is an unyielding will, and they want to do their last bit of strength.
At this moment, the setting sun seemed to emerge, leaving only or producing the last ray of light directly across the earth, cutting through the eternity, and breaking the immortality.
Zhang Xiaotian originally wanted to make the last move in succession. Although he was not skilled enough, Zhang Xiaotian had the confidence to reluctantly display it, but did not want to. Zhang Xiaotian had previously slightly used the power of the spiritual pattern seed.
The Iron Sword traversed all the way, looking indifferently, the ghost hand was divided into two, but the remaining prestige was still there.
"Shadowless Sword!" Zhang Xiaotian said, his expression unhappy and carefree.
The iron sword is in his hand, swaying wantonly, slamming across the sky, the sword aura fills the void, the sword light tears the spiritual power, and the ghost hand is finally annihilated in the surging sword aura.
"This seems to be a sunset sword, it shouldn't be! Obviously, Zhang Xiaotian was not proficient enough, but he broke the terrible martial art of Ghost Shadow Hand, and still defeated the strong with the weak, this..." Many cultivators were puzzled.
I don't wait to figure out how Zhang Xiaotian did it, but to see, what makes people even more horrified is that Zhang Xiaotian walks continuously without stopping, and is approaching Qin Han.
"Kill!" Zhang Xiaotian snorted deeply, his tongue bursting like thunder, murderous and touching.
Zhang Xiaotian was cruel, and his whole body was steaming, and the white mist was scattered all over his body. This is pure spirit determination.