What is the speed at which the flying sword falls?

Take Chen Xia as an example.

Five thousand miles per second.

It was so fast that no one could react, including Qiong Qi, who was still stepping hard on the big yellow dog's head.

Time is slow, millions of flying swords are superimposed on one sword, and they are slashed quickly and violently, adding up two by two.

This caused the blow Qiong Qi suffered to be even more powerful. The flying sword struck his body, bursting out with a vast sword light.

A figure in green clothes was reflected in Qiongqi's eyes, and a powerful protective divine light erupted from his chest, constantly counteracting the sword light.

clang!

The flying sword bounced away, fell a hundred meters away, and hit the ground.

Qiong Qi's figure retreated a thousand meters, slipped out of the ravine, stomped his feet hard, crushing the ground, stabilized his body, and looked at the sudden figure in green clothes with gloomy eyes.

The crowd around them was silent and did not dare to speak. They all knew that the real fighting stage was now coming.

Chen Xia stood next to the big yellow dog, exhaled and asked softly: "How much did you steal?"

The big yellow dog gasped slowly from its blood-stained head, and whined feebly: "One plant... one plant."

Its claws were still gently scratching the ground, pointing to a fallen medicinal plant not far away.

Chen Xia glanced at it and saw that it was a priceless white vine flower, a medicinal material that replenishes Qi and blood, adds fragrance and removes color, and is also the medicinal material that big yellow dogs like to steal.

This white vine flower is not even considered a medicinal material, because some monks use it as a cheap spice and pigment.

The big yellow dog never steals anything valuable.

Chen Xia turned his gaze and fixed it on Elder Lei in the crowd. He stretched out his hand and asked directly.

"what happened?"

Logically speaking, this is Elder Lei's medicinal field, and what the big yellow dog stole was also Elder Lei's medicinal materials. What does it matter to these handfuls of Qiongqi?

Seeing Chen Xia waving, the monks around Elder Lei quickly backed away and let Elder Lei out.

The somewhat obese Elder Lei was suddenly at a loss. He looked around in a panic, then quickly lowered his head, wrung his hands, and hesitated to say a word.

"I...I...he...you..."

What Riddler?

Chen Xia frowned, and her already irritable mood became even more impatient.

"This is none of Elder Lei's business." Qiong Qi walked slowly back a thousand meters, casually flicked the dust on his golden robe, looked at Chen Xia, tilted his head, and said with a grin.

"I saw that Elder Lei's medicinal field had a good harvest, so I spent a lot of money to buy it. It is now my medicinal field. This wild dog dared to come to my medicinal field to steal things. It can only be said that it deserves to be beaten to death.

"

When Qiong Qi said this, his smile grew thicker, his head tilted further, and he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.

Chen Xia looked at him with squinted eyes, expressionless, and nodded: "I've been a little busy lately, so you came to me first before I had time to come to you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiong Qi waved his hand and smiled generously: "I'm not busy, so I'll give you a greeting gift first..."

"It's just a pity that you came in such a hurry..." Qiong Qi shook his head regretfully, "Otherwise, this meeting gift could have been even bigger, haha!"

He patted his legs and smiled, and seemed to have tears in his eyes. He wiped them with his hands, his expression full of sarcasm.

Chen Xia didn't pay attention, waved to the back and shouted: "Zhang Daoming."

The short old man ran out immediately and stood next to Chen Xia.

"Can it be cured?" Chen Xia asked, looking at the big yellow dog and Akabane.

"It's easy if you don't die." Zhang Daoming replied, showing that he was still very confident in his own elixir.

"Yeah." Chen Xia nodded, and at the same time stretched out his hand and pointed toward the void in front of him.

Ripples.

The hazy black and white light enveloped the bodies of Big Yellow Dog and Akabane, forcing their injuries forward for thirty breaths.

In other words, it saved most of their lives.

This is the limit of what Chen Xia can do. He can only raise thirty breaths of time to control the monks, and the higher the realm, the shorter this time.

Zhang Daoming stood aside, with surprise flashing in his eyes. He didn't expect that Chen Xia's understanding of time would be so profound, to the point where he could reverse the body of a monk!

The monks who were watching were also very colorful.

"Wonderful." Qiong Qi tilted his head, stretched out his hand to wipe his golden robe, clapped his hands gently, and said with a smile.

"It's really wonderful. No wonder two elders admire you a little. I didn't expect you to have such a skill. I just don't know if you can reverse your own time..."

He sneered again.

"After all, you still have to help yourself survive, haha."

Chen Xia gently pulled the palm of his hand, and the bodies of the fallen big yellow dog and Akabane retreated thousands of meters away.

There is no one else between him and Qiong Qi.

There is a palpable sense of solemnity in the scene.

The monks who were watching hurriedly backed away, and only dared to watch again after reaching a distance of several thousand meters.

This conflict and dispute in the preparatory disciple area was definitely not the intensity between preparatory disciples.

Even formal disciple areas rarely have conflicts of this intensity.

Ranked fifth among the official disciples, Qiong Qi is on the sixth level of the Overturned Sea Realm.

The well-deserved number one among the preparatory disciples, Chen Xia who killed the swordsman with a third-level strength and devoured three million flying swords.

The fight between these two people is definitely a sight to watch.

In particular, Qiong Qi took the lead in attacking and used this extremely sarcastic and provocative method.

There is no other solution between the two except fighting.

Unless Chen Xia can swallow this breath and turn around now, then with the Diao Weng at his back, he really doesn't have to worry about being forcibly chased by Qiong Qi.

But once he did this, Chen Xia was completely ruined, and even his reputation among the preparatory disciples would be greatly reduced, let alone how he would be belittled among the formal disciples.

This is equivalent to someone stepping on you hard with the sole of their shoe, and you have to help others lick it clean.

Will Chen Xia swallow her anger?

The monks who were watching did not dare to draw any conclusions. Based on their limited understanding of Chen Xia, they felt that Chen Xia had never been intimidated or lost in a fight since his debut.

So he shouldn't swallow his anger.

But when they thought that their opponent was Qiong Qi, the monks hesitated and couldn't think clearly.

Chen Xia, who is at the peak of the Mountain Moving Realm, can kill the sword attendants on the third level of the Sea Realm even if there are three million flying swords in the formation.

But Qiong Qi is the real sixth level of the Overturned Sea Realm, which is much better than the third level, not to mention that Qiong Qi is still the seedling of the Great Emperor thousands of years ago, and his talent is not much weaker than Chen Xia.

Moreover, Qiong Qi has never had a defeat since his debut.

My talent is not weaker than yours, and my realm is stronger than yours.

No matter how you look at it, it's Chen Xia's fault.

The cultivators watching were a little hesitant to make a conclusion for a while. Although Chen Xia was at a disadvantage, they really couldn't make a conclusion. They could only say that this fight would be very interesting, and it was a major event in the sea of ​​​​swords!

Qiongqi crossed his arms, tilted his head slightly, grinned an extremely confident smile, and said arrogantly.

"When I first started, like you, I cleared the entire pre-disciple area and fought so hard that no one dared to challenge me, but we are different..."

"You don't have the confidence and courage that I do. Compared to me, you are so plain and ordinary, so..."

He crossed his arms across his chest, stretched them out, and made a crackling sound with his knuckles, grinning confidently.

"I will win and you will lose."

"Puxin man, you're so humble." Chen Xia commented calmly and stretched out his hand.

The golden flying sword stuck on the ground trembled and hung upside down.

It fell steadily into his hand.
Chapter completed!