The whipped star chain silver whip was like a flying and ferocious python, grinning its teeth and biting Qin Tian crazily.
Every time it swings, the air is trapped, making a sonic boom sound.
Because the speed is too fast, the afterimage of the last wave is still in the air, and the next attack has arrived. So from a distance, what the Star Envoy holds in his hand is not just a star chain.
But two, three, four...
In the end, Qin Tian's men were almost surrounded among the flying silver snakes.
Countless silver light chains were flying against his body.
This silver chain of light, against the backdrop of the lights, looks very dazzling and beautiful. However, everyone present knows how dangerous it is.
Every light refinement is like a bloodthirsty poisonous snake.
If Qin Tian cannot escape even once, what awaits him will be either death or serious injury.
It can be said that Qin Tian at this moment is dancing on the tip of the knife. A steel knife cuts off a flower of swords, and Qin Tian is at the core of the flower of swords.
The strange thing is that Qin Tian has been dodging from the beginning to the end. He put one hand behind his back and danced on the tip of the knife. His posture looked cool and leisurely.
Those star chains that looked like dancing fire and silver snakes, although crazy, could never touch a corner of his clothes.
Yueniang and the black-clad bodyguards from the Dong family around her were all feasting their eyes. They marveled at Qin Tian's ease, and at the same time they knew deeply that one minute on stage was worth ten years of work off stage.
Qin Tian's every dodge and every dashing movement must be supported by profound skills.
They raised their heads and stared at the battlefield without blinking. They gradually forgot that this was a dangerous challenge and regarded it as a performance, with a look of longing in their eyes.
It is almost parallel to the top of the mountain and is separated by more than ten meters. Dong Fangfang in the attic opposite is also fascinated by it.
When Xingshi and Qin Tian fought so hard, she could hardly help but clap her hands. In her eyes, this was a dance that had been rehearsed for a long time and carefully choreographed.
It is really unique, eye-opening and a feast for the eyes.
Until she heard someone chanting sutras behind her, she turned around and saw Liang Hong with his hands clasped together, his eyes closed, and a pious look on his face.
"Old man, bless me, please bless me. Brother Tian must not lose... bless God to win..."
"Amitabha, Immeasurable God, Jesus God, Brother Tian will definitely win..."
Dong Fangfang reacted and was so angry that she kicked the bench made by Liang Hong. Liang Hong was unprepared and screamed, falling to the ground along with the chair.
"Fangfang, what are you doing?" He looked at Dong Fangfang in confusion.
Seeing Liang Hong's embarrassed look, Dong Fangfang held back her laughter and said proudly: "Little follower, keep your eyes open, your brother Tian will lose soon."
"Look, the Star Envoy is about to use his special move."
After she finished speaking, she looked at the ring in the distance again, put her hands on her mouth to form a trumpet, and shouted loudly: "Come on, Star Envoy!"
"The Star Envoy will win!"
"Why are you all so stunned? Shout with me, the Star Envoy will win! Qin, you will definitely lose!"
"Why don't you surrender obediently and kneel on the ground to beg my aunt for mercy?"
After hearing Dong Fangfang's words, those from the Dong family on and off the field did not respond immediately.
Anyway, Yueniang, who was standing on the edge of the competition arena on the top of the mountain, blushed, but she couldn't scream.
In a fight of this level, for her to yell from the side was not only disrespectful to the occasion, but also disrespectful to herself.
The martial arts masters from the Dong family at the foot of the mountain also had the same idea.