Zhuang Yinghao felt the cold air around him, and couldn't help but tremble a few times like convulsions.
He slowly opened his eyes and couldn't help but look at the scene in front of him with horror on his face.
But he saw that he was surrounded by a huge sword array in the center, surrounded by phantom swords shining with cold light.
The tip of the sword was pointed at Zhuang Yinghao. The closest distance was no more than an inch. Zhuang Yinghao could clearly feel a substantial, biting chill coming from the sharp sword.
The cold meaning penetrated deep into his bone marrow through the tip of the sword. The unspeakable coldness invaded from his limbs and bones to his whole body, making him freeze on the spot.
With each breath, Zhuang Yinghao's chest felt the cold air coming from the tip of the sword, and there were several soft chissing sounds in his ears. The clothes on Zhuang Yinghao's chest were scratched, and the clothes on his arms and thighs were also scratched.
The sword energy split.
The onlookers could no longer see Zhuang Yinghao at all. Looking from where they were sitting, they only felt that Zhuang Yinghao looked like a hedgehog with swords all over his body at this moment.
Thousands of densely packed sharp swords, layer after layer, circle after circle, wrapped around that country boy, completely engulfing his figure.
Even though they were just sitting on the viewing platform, from such a long distance away, the onlookers still felt chills and shivers all over their bodies, and their scalps felt numb.
It's really weak to have a sword hanging over one's head. Look at that idiot Zhuang Yinghao. At this moment, he is completely hanging a sword over one's head. Swords and swords can kill people.
Too scary!
Some of them had not heard of the little monster Qin teaching a group of cultivators in the square before, but most of those who had not experienced this just regarded it as a joke.
A little monster who has reached the peak of her potion journey also has a strong talent for swordsmanship. Her swordsmanship skills are also higher than those of countless people. Is this possible? Is this true?
But now, in the eyes of everyone, Qin Xiaoyao slaps them hard in the face with facts.
Everyone wanted to cry. People are really incomparable to each other. They were filled with tears. The huge gap made people want to hang themselves.
Hearing is false, seeing is believing, now no one dares to despise the little guy in front of him. A Guiyuan-level pharmacist with strong swordsmanship skills is a highly respected existence wherever he goes.
There are also some people who are quick-thinking and quickly transmit the news they learn to their families and sects through various channels.
His mind was racing so fast that he already thought: The Yun Clan, which has been dormant and depressed for hundreds of years, is about to rise!
With a smile on his face, Ni Tian stretched out his hand and randomly moved thousands of sharp swords in an array. These were obviously just illusory sword shadows condensed with spiritual energy, but under Qin Xiaoyao's bare hands, they were clearly like
It is a real sword hanging in the air.
It can be seen that this little monster has reached the pinnacle of control over spiritual energy.
In just one breath, thousands of phantom sharp swords separated to both sides, leaving a passage that could only allow one person to enter or exit.
Only then did everyone get a clear look at Zhuang Yinghao, who was wrapped in a sword circle.
The boy had already been paralyzed on the ground in fear, sweating profusely, muttering to himself, and looking shabby in rags.
Ni Tian swayed and lifted Zhuang Yinghao up with one hand.
Zhuang Yinghao was so frightened that he had no fighting spirit. He was only thinking of survival. He kept shaking his trembling body and begged for mercy loudly, "I admit defeat, I admit defeat! Let me go."
At this time, his heart was full of bitterness and regret. He extremely regretted that he had dared to speak out loudly before, causing Qin Nitian to admit defeat. No wonder Qin Nitian's expression was so calm at that time, with such disdain in his eyes.
With his current strength, if Qin Nitian really wanted to kill him, he could take his life away in just one breath.
Ni Tian raised his hand and touched Zhuang Yinghao's dog head, nodded with a smile and said, "Since you have given up, I won't beat you to death. You go ahead."
After saying that, he threw Zhuang Yinghao away and let him fly in the air for two seconds before falling to the ground with a bang.
The onlookers couldn't help but sigh: Girl, are you really okay with being so cruel?
Zhuang Yinghao stood up with fear on his face, glanced up and down, and found that his hands and feet were all there, and his body was intact. Then he breathed a long sigh of relief and bowed respectfully in the direction of the sky, "
Thank you very much for not killing me."
The male host walked up quickly and announced quickly, "No. 1, Your Excellency Qin Nitian wins!"
"The next show..." The male host's eyes were fixed on the large crystal screen, and something strange suddenly appeared in his eyes. He paused before saying, "No. 1, No. 273!"
"Wow!" The thunderous roar that originally erupted on the field was completely silenced in an instant, and the surrounding area suddenly fell into silence.
Everyone looked at Qin Nitian standing in the center of the arena with strange expressions.
Just as Ni Tian was about to put away the thousands of phantom swords and leave the venue, he suddenly heard the host announcing "Number One" again, and subconsciously looked up at the large crystal screen.
Sure enough, it was her number plate, which was quietly appearing on the fourth line of the screen, indicating the upcoming fourth set of competitions.
Ni Tian silently stood back on the spot, standing in front of the thousands of sword shadows. With a wave of his hand, the phantom swords formed by thousands of auras were arranged neatly, one by one "standing" in a very orderly manner.
Behind Ni Tian, the sky and the sun are blocked, and everything you look at is the shadow of a sword.
With a clang, everyone's jaws hit the ground again.
My dear, why don't you take back these thousands of phantom swords? Is this appropriate for you to hang them behind you like a big thorn?
Sword cultivation is all about cultivation. As long as you are not a fool, you will know that any move will consume the spiritual energy or elemental power in the body!
Ni Tian controls thousands of phantom swords, and the amount of spiritual energy consumed by such a big move makes people want to die within minutes.
With such intense and long-term consumption, are you really not going to run out of spiritual energy?
After most people release a big move, they quickly either adjust their breath or rest for a while. They have never seen a god like Qin Xiaogui, who releases a big move, keeps the big move still, and happily chats with the host.
Let’s talk a little bit, is this still something that one person can do?
This monster, why didn't God accept her on behalf of them?
No. 273 ran up to everyone's sympathetic, pitiful, and saddened eyes, and looked at the child opposite, standing in front of thousands of phantom swords with tears in his eyes.
As soon as Ni Tian saw the person coming, he suddenly raised his little hand and raised it slightly.
Thousands of vibrations buzzed at the same time, and the cold sword tip glowed with white light, aiming at No. 273 standing opposite.
"I, I, belong to the Qin family, Pang Pang, Pang Branch! Qin Qin Qin, Qin Xiangheng." The child burst into tears and asked weakly, "My dear, Miss, can I admit defeat?"