What is the speed at which the flying sword falls?

Take Chen Xia alone.

Five thousand miles in seconds.

It was so fast that everyone could not react, including Qiong Qi, who was still stepping towards the head of the big yellow dog.

Time is slow, millions of flying swords are stacked with sword intent on one hand, and they are slashed rapidly and add up to each other.

This led to the blow that Qiong Qi suffered even more powerfully. The flying sword slashed on him and burst out with a vast sword light.

A figure in Qiong Qi's pupils reflected a blue-clothed figure, and a powerful body-protecting divine light burst out on his chest, constantly evading the sword light.

clang!

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

Qiong Qi's figure retreated a thousand meters, slid out of the gully, stomped his feet heavily, stomped the ground, stabilized his body, and looked at the sudden figure in the blue-shirt with gloomy eyes.

The crowd around was silent and dared not speak. Everyone knew that the real stage of fighting was just here.

Chen Xia stood beside the big yellow dog, exhaled, and asked softly: "How many have you stole?"

The big yellow dog's blood-stained head was slowly panting, and he whined weakly: "One...one."

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

Chen Xia looked down at me and said that it was a valuable white vine flower, which replenished qi and blood, increased fragrance and removed color. It was also the most popular medicinal material for big yellow dogs to steal.

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

Big yellow dogs never steal any valuable things.

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

"What's going on?"

Logically speaking, this is Elder Lei’s medicinal field, and the big yellow dog stole Elder Lei’s medicinal materials. What’s the matter with these handfuls of Qiongqi?

Seeing Chen Xia waved, the monks around Elder Lei hurriedly retreated and gave Elder Lei out.

The obese Elder Lei was immediately at a loss and looked around in panic. Then he quickly lowered his head, twisted his hands, and hesitated and couldn't say a word.

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

What riddle man?

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

"This doesn't matter to Elder Lei." Qiong Qi, who had retreated a thousand meters, walked slowly, and bounced the dust on his golden robe. He looked at Chen Xia, his head tilted and he grinned.

"I saw that Elder Lei's medicine field had a good harvest, so I bought it for a lot of money. It was my medicine field. This wild dog dared to come to my medicine field to steal things, and he was beaten to death.

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When Qiong Qi said this, his smile became stronger, his head became more crooked, and he stretched out his bright red tongue and licked his lips.

Chen Xia looked at him with a squinted eyes, nodded and said, "I've been a little busy lately. Before I could find you, you can come to me first."

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

"It's just a pity. You're too anxious..." Qiong Qi shook his head regretfully, "Otherwise, this meeting gift would be even bigger, haha!"

He patted his legs and smiled, as if he was still laughing, and wiped it with his hands, his expression was full of sarcasm.

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

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

"Can you cure it?" Chen Xia asked at the big yellow dog and Akatsuki.

"It's simple if you haven't died." Zhang Daoming replied, and it was obvious that he was still very confident in his pills.

"Yes." Chen Xia nodded, and at the same time reached out and suddenly pointed to the void ahead.

Ripples ripples.

The hazy black and white time enveloped the big yellow dog and Akatsuki, forcing their injuries to the front for thirty breaths.

That is, it helped them survive most of their lives.

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

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

The monks watching were also brilliant.

"Excellent." Qiong Qi tilted his head, reached out to wipe his golden robe, clapped gently, and smiled.

"It's really wonderful. No wonder there are two elders who admire you a little. I didn't expect that they would have such a trick. I just don't know if I can reverse your own time..."

He sneered again.

"After all, I still have to help myself stay alive, haha."

Chen Xia pulled his palm lightly, and the fallen yellow dog and Chiyu retreated thousands of meters away.

There is no one else between him and Qiongqi.

There is a stern and slaughtering intention between the scenes.

The monks watching quickly retreated and arrived thousands of meters away before they dared to watch again.

This conflict in the area of ​​the preparatory disciples is definitely not the intensity between the preparatory disciples.

Even the official disciple area rarely has such intensity conflicts.

He ranks fifth among the official disciples and is the sixth level of the Inverted Sea Realm.

The well-deserved first person among the preparatory disciples, killing the sword servant with the third level of the overthrow sea, and Chen Xia, who swallowed three million flying swords.

The fight between these two is definitely very interesting.

In particular, Qiong Qi took the lead in attacking, using such extremely sarcastic and provocative means.

There is no other solution between the two except for fighting.

Unless Chen Xia can swallow this, turn around and go back now, he will not have to worry about being forced to chase and beat Qiong Qi.

But once he did this, Chen Xia would be completely depressed, and even his reputation among the preparatory disciples would be much worse than before, let alone how formal disciples would belittle him.

This is like someone else stomping you hard with the soles of the shoe, and you have to help others lick it clean.

Will Chen Xia swallow his anger?

The monks watching did not dare to make a conclusion. Based on their short-sighted understanding of Chen Xia, they felt that Chen Xia had never been afraid or lost since his debut.

So I shouldn't swallow my anger.

But when the monks thought that the opponent was Qiong Qi, the monks were a little hesitant and couldn't figure it out.

Chen Xia, who is at the peak of the mountain realm, can cut down the sword servant of the third level of the sea realm even if he has three million flying swords to suppress the formation.

But Qiong Qi is a real sixth level of the Inverted Sea Realm. I don’t know how much stronger it is than the third level, let alone Qiong Qi is also a great emperor seedling thousands of years ago, and his talent is not much weaker than Chen Xia.

Moreover, Qiong Qi has never failed since his debut.

I am not inferior to you in talent, but I am still stronger than you in realm.

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

It was difficult for the onlookers 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 battle would be very interesting and was a major event in the sea of ​​Cangtian Sword!

Qiong Qi hugged his chest with his hands, his head slightly crooked, and he grinned with a very confident smile, and said arrogantly.

"When I first started, I opened up the entire reserve disciple area like you. No one dared to challenge me, but we are different..."

"You don't have the confidence of me and the courage of me. Compared to me, you are so ordinary and ordinary, so..."

Qiong Qi crossed his hands with his chest, stretched out, causing his knuckles to make a thudding sound, and he grinned confidently.

"I will win, you will lose."

"Public and honest man, really put on his head." Chen Xia commented calmly and stretched out his hand.

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

It landed firmly in his hands.
Chapter completed!