"Hey, it seems that Wang Qiming's growth during this period is indeed extraordinary."
Qin Chen's eyes lit up and he looked pleased.
Wang Qiming was able to see through Zhou Xun's offensive ideas in such a short period of time and break them. Then he immediately launched the attack regardless of the remaining attacks, just to be able to find his own rhythm and not let the opponent continue to use it easily. His strength is no longer what it used to be.
Compare.
"What? Zhou Xun's attack was actually broken."
"That boy named Wang Qiming is actually fighting back?"
"What is that boy Zhou Xun doing? He's not just warming up, is he?"
There were exclamations of surprise from the disciples of the Dawei Dynasty, and everyone was quite speechless.
"Hmph, no wonder you are so tough-mouthed. There are indeed a few moments, but it's a pity that there is still a long way to go."
Facing Wang Qiming's attack, Zhou Xun remained calm and calm. He seemed to have already anticipated his opponent's reaction. Before the opponent's sword could reach him, he had already struck out with another palm.
“Mountain and River Palm—Palm the mountains and rivers!”
Boom!
With this palm shot, the entire arena was filled with violent roars. The shadows of the palms were like mountains and rivers, rushing forward, surrounding Wang Qiming, like a giant python, endlessly
shrinkage winding.
Click!
The sword struck by Wang Qiming exploded into pieces. Zhou Xunhe did not pause and continued to strike out one after another. The shadows of his palms rushed forward. With each strike of the palm, the power increased by one point. In an instant, the entire arena appeared.
Endless palm shadows, huge momentum.
He did not rush to defeat Wang Qiming, but worked steadily, step by step, with a ferocious smile on his lips, like a hunting python, entangling his prey bit by bit until death, dragging the opponent into the abyss of despair.
"I saw it, Shanhe Palm appeared."
"This is Wang Qiming's end. Once Zhou Xun's Mountain and River Palm is used with full force, its power will become stronger and stronger, eating away at the opponent bit by bit, without any hope of breaking free."
The disciples of the Dawei Dynasty all laughed, obviously they were quite familiar with Zhou Xun's moves, and they all nodded and commented, while Zhao Lingshan and others had worried faces and clenched their hands.
"That's not necessarily the case." Qin Chen sneered as he listened to the discussions around him.
If Wang Qiming is defeated so easily, then he is not Wang Qiming.
really--
Buzz!
The next moment, an astonishing momentum emerged from the fist shadow that covered the mountains and rivers in the sky. The terrifying aura was revealed. It was like an epoch-making sword. A huge shadow of sword light appeared on the ring, slashing fiercely.
Above the flowing palm shadows all over the sky.
"It's the intention of the sword!"
The warriors' exclamations came from the crowd.
boom!
The huge phantom of sword light fell down, and it moved forward without hesitation, smashing the fist shadows all over the sky into pieces. Wang Qiming, who had been wrapped in the fist shadows all over the sky before, was in a state of embarrassment and seemed to be defeated at any time. He held a black sword in his hand, and walked out step by step with shocking momentum.
His eyes were as sharp as a sword from heaven.
"I didn't expect you to understand the meaning of the sword."
Zhou Xun's pupils shrank, but his expression was not panicked at all. Instead, his aura was rising rapidly, and he struck out with another palm.
"Shanhe Boxing - Mountains and Rivers Artistic Conception!"
Buzz!
Zhou Xun slapped a palm, and the whole arena was turbulent, and there were many phantoms of mountains and rivers. This time, the phantoms of mountains and rivers were not intertwined with the shadows of his palms, but actually appeared out of thin air, moving in a misty and almost disturbing way.
Human perception and sight.
"It's the artistic conception of mountains and rivers."
"Zhou Xun has even mastered the artistic conception of mountains and rivers. This is the highest level of mountain and river boxing."
Such twists and turns of the battle made countless spectators cry out and feel extremely excited.
On the ring, Wang Qiming, who originally had the upper hand due to the appearance of the sword intention, was immediately enveloped in the mountains and rivers again, as if he was about to sink completely.
"Defeat me!"
Zhou Xun opened and closed, and with a roar, his whole body's strength was raised to the extreme, and he struck out the most violent palm.
A terrifying bloodline power bloomed on his body, and at the same time, a ferocious smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were as cold as a poisonous snake.
Wow!
In the void, mountains and rivers appeared, like abyss and prison. Mountains and rivers entangled one after another, like a dream, completely swallowing Wang Qiming.
"That kid still can't escape defeat."
"Hehe, I'm afraid he thought he could win just now."
"too naive."
There were sneers from the crowd in the Dawei Dynasty.
"Wang Qiming is going to win."
Qin Chen chuckled, which was completely different from everyone else's point of view.
Sure enough, things developed in a completely different direction than everyone expected. In the artistic conception of mountains and rivers, Wang Qiming's expression remained unchanged, and a sharp artistic conception continued to condense on the sword in his hand. It concentrated and climbed crazily, as if it had turned into a layer of energy.
The extremely terrifying sword energy suddenly cut through Zhou Xun's mountain and river artistic conception, and then the sword suddenly fell towards Zhou Xun.
Rumble!
A huge sword light spread across the sky and the earth, emitting overwhelming pressure, crushing everything, and crushing it out.
"What?"
Poof!
The protective power on Zhou Xun's body shattered and flew backwards, blood spurting out from his mouth.
"Xiao Cheng Sword Intention, your Sword Intent has actually reached Xiao Cheng, how is it possible..."
Standing up with difficulty, Zhou Xun stared at Wang Qiming. He wanted to say something more, but couldn't. He just kept vomiting blood.
Sword Intent, the weakest one at the beginning, is just the rudiment of Sword Intent, and then it becomes the real Sword Intent. On top of Sword Intent, if one can comprehend certain attributes, it represents a small success of Sword Intent, which is called
Xiao Cheng Dao Yi.
The difference in power between a sword intention with attributes and a sword intention without attributes is too great to be considered logically.
However, the comprehension of attribute sword intent is very difficult and cannot be mastered by ordinary geniuses.
Some swordsmen, even throughout their lives, may not be able to understand the attribute sword intention.
"This guy is obviously only sixteen or seventeen years old, but he actually..."
The crowd was shocked and stared at Wang Qiming.
To be able to comprehend the Xiaocheng Sword Intent at such a young age is unparalleled even in the entire Dawei Dynasty.
It's ridiculous, they also regard each other as despicable pariahs.
If the other party is a pariah, then what are they?
Buzz!
On the ring, two rays of light fell, teleporting the two of them out instantly.
Among them, Wang Qiming naturally succeeded in staying in Ancient Southern Capital, while Zhou Xun was teleported out immediately.
During the whole process, Wang Qiming didn't even look at the opponent, as if he was defeating an insignificant person.
"Damn it!"
But this dismissive gesture made Zhou Xun feel even deeper shame.
Buzz!
After the match between Wang Qiming and Zhou Xun ended, the match in another arena also ended.
Four rays of light landed almost simultaneously, covering the four people on the field.
The next moment, Hua Tiandu and the fourth prince Zhao Wei appeared on the same stage at the same time.
"My opponent is actually him!"
Seeing Hua Tiandu opposite, a look of surprise suddenly appeared on Zhao Wei's face.