With the blessing of the eighth level of the human realm, Uncle Zhang's sword strength was greatly increased, which was not comparable to the power of the body, and it reached three times that of Xiong Qi!

This is the advantage of the internal Qi Realm and the Gang Qi Realm, and physical fitness exceeds the limits of the physical body in all aspects.

With such powerful power, even though Mr. Zhang is not proficient in the art of light body leaping and sword skills, it is average, but whether it is body movement or sword speed, it exceeds 30% of Xiong Qi.

Such a gap can be said to have an absolute advantage.

But the difference between a master and a third-rate mediocre man is that one is in heaven and the other is in the earth.

The master's use of force, whether it is leveraging or unloading force, is so wonderful that a little bit of force can be used as a tenth, and his own strength can be perfectly exerted. This is far from comparable to people like Uncle Zhang.

Therefore, although Uncle Zhang took out his sword like the wind and kept leaving Xiong Qi all over his body, he had not stabbed a single sword after so long.

Of course, if you stab, you can decide the outcome with one sword!

Because of the powerful qi cover, Uncle Zhang is invincible. Therefore, although Xiong Qihua doesn't hold back and can't hit it no matter how hard he hits, he still keeps his eyes on me and chases him.

As long as you continue to waste, the final victory will definitely belong to you!

Uncle Zhang has no doubts about this.

If you keep your hands for a long time, you will lose. He doesn't believe that his opponent can keep this slippery and keep his hands safe. He will definitely reveal his flaws and give himself a chance to determine the world with one blow.

Sure enough, after he used the serial killer move from the Qingmumen Sword Technique again, the golden figure on the opposite side stepped on a rock on the ground, and his ankle slipped slightly, causing his body to lose its center of gravity at this moment.

‘Brush’

Uncle Zhang was overjoyed when he saw this and immediately used killer moves, instantly firing hundreds of swords, pointing at the enemy.

‘Swoosh’

Just as Uncle Zhang rushed forward quickly and the sword swung countless sword lights, Xiong Qi suddenly leaned on the ground, avoiding his sword slash. At the same time, he rushed forward from bottom to top.

This position is exactly what Mr. Zhang cannot reach after he draws his sword, and is also one of the flaws in his swordsmanship.

After fighting for so long, Xiong Qi's martial arts attainments have long known the flaws in the swordsman Zhang. In the past, there was no way, even if he grasped the flaws, he could not break the protective energy, but this time it was different.

‘Woooo’

A creepy sound of breaking through the air came from the air. Xiong Qi's long sword of bronze essence and iron in his hand moved forward and pointed directly at Uncle Zhang's eyes.

Mr. Zhang rushed forward with all his strength. With his sprint speed and Xiong Qi's full strength explosion, the combined speed is amazing?

It's just a real lightning speed!

With such a fast speed, the two sides were close together. Even Uncle Zhang from the Gangqi Realm could not react in time and was immediately hit.

‘Puff’

Carrying Xiong Qi's sword with all the strength of more than 4,000 jin, he broke through the weak Qi shield in front of Uncle Zhang's eyes and stabbed into his eyes.

"ah!"

Uncle Zhang's eyes turned dark, and a sharp pain came, and he immediately let out a shocking cry.

If your eyes were stabbed by a long sword, you would naturally be blind.

The defense of the Qi shield near the eyes is only half of the rest, which means that three thousand jin can break the defense!

Fortunately, there is a qi shield that blocks most of the power. When the sword pierces into the eyes, its strength has been greatly reduced and it cannot penetrate deeper. This is just blindness.

Otherwise, this sword would be enough to pass by and Uncle Zhang would die on the spot.

‘Brush brush’

Just as Uncle Zhang screamed, the milky white Qi mask outside his body quickly faded. Xiong Qi seized this opportunity, pushed his sword out, and removed his hands and feet with lightning speed.

At this point, Mr. Zhang had no limbs.

He was so seriously injured that Uncle Zhang could not maintain the qi mask, and he was lying on the ground and screaming.

The sword was stationed on the ground, Xiong Qi held the sword with both hands, and looked at Uncle Zhang who was crying bitterly on the ground with sweat.

The scene just now happened in a flash. Although he had a lot of plans, it was still not easy to seize the opportunity and kill one blow.

Staring at Uncle Zhang who was rolling on the ground and shouting bitterly, Xiong Qi looked fierce and was about to swing his sword again to completely defeat the other party.

But just as he raised the sword in his hand, his eyes turned and did not slash it down. Instead, he quickly took action and hit Uncle Zhang's acupoint, so that he could not move or make a scream.

Then, Xiong Qi's body shook and fell down.

Judging from the situation, it seems to be a situation where both sides suffer losses.

...

As the breeze blew, the smoke and dust on this battlefield gradually dissipated, revealing the bumpy ground, and the leaves and branches floating around.

On a mountain a hundred miles away, a swordsman in green robe held a sword in one hand, stretched out his head and looked at the battle with an anxious look on his face.

The previous battle was too fierce, and both sides chased for dozens of miles, rolling up smoke and dust in the sky. Even as a master of the Great Perfection of the Internal Qi Realm, he could not see clearly what was happening inside.

"What's wrong? Why is there no sound? Who won? Did Uncle Zhang kill that evil thief?"

The Aoki Gate disciple looked nervously, wondering what the final result was.

He was really scared of being killed just now. Seeing his brothers around him fall down one by one, he finally couldn't help but escape from the battlefield.

But when the commander of this sect is fighting against the enemy, it will be difficult for him to leave without hesitation. Therefore, he has been waiting for the result here.

In his opinion, if Uncle Zhang wins in the end, he will naturally come forward to congratulate him and help restrain the battlefield. With the fierceness shown by the enemy before, Uncle Zhang will probably not blame his escape.

On the contrary, if Uncle Zhang is defeated, then he will have to run as far as possible. The hard truth is that he will return to the master's sect to seek help earlier, right?

After waiting nervously for a long time, the smoke and dust on the battlefield were blown away by the wind, the disciple saw the situation on the field clearly and saw Uncle Zhang, who had no limbs in the middle.

A hundred miles apart, although his eyesight was amazing and he could only look at it roughly, it was obvious that Uncle Zhang was dead.

"Uncle Zhang died? That evil thief killed Uncle Zhang?"

The disciple was frightened, but then he found something was wrong.

All the Aoki Gatemen were dead, but the evil thief was gone. He counted the corpses on the field, and thirteen of them were added!

Obviously, the evil thief was dead too!

"Has the evil thief and Mr. Zhang died together?"

The disciple muttered to himself.

This is obvious, but he still dared not step forward.

It was not until after waiting for half an hour that the thirteen corpses on the field were motionless, and it was only then that everyone was sure that they were all dead.

"All dead?"

The disciple of the Aoki Gate showed an incredible look. Then, he didn't know what he thought of, so he quickly urged his internal energy, went down the mountain in the air, and flew towards the battlefield.

This time, I was the only survivor. The news must be informed of the master, but of course, the brothers and uncle Zhang’s relics must be taken back.

In addition, it doesn’t matter how many pills you have brought with you, brothers and sisters, and the ones you carry with you, right?

If they have any personal treasures, it is reasonable to keep them on their own?

besides……

While flying in the air, the disciple stared at Xiong Qi's corpse.

"'Qianjun Vajra Body', and the great-achieved Qianjun Vajra Body, how many pills should I sell in the black market?"

With excitement and unspeakable thoughts, this Aoki Gate disciple flew to the battlefield quickly.

"Uncle Zhang died so miserably!"

When he arrived at the center of the battlefield, the disciple stood in front of the 'corpse' that was not covered with all his limbs, and said sadly to himself:

"Uncle Zhang, do you have anything on you that needs your disciple to take back for you?"

After saying that, the disciple leaned down and reached out to Uncle Zhang's arms.

At this moment, he found something was wrong. Uncle Zhang seemed to be not dead yet, his eyes could still move, and he was looking at him calmly.

'brush'
Chapter completed!