The shouting and cursing in the field gradually subsided.
The Nine-turn Divine Spear is the unique skill of the Zhao family, and Zhao Wumin is aloof and domineering.
Therefore, on weekdays, very few people saw him take action, and even if he did, he never took action on such an occasion.
You must know that now, outside Longyuan, at least a thousand people have gathered, openly or secretly, and it can be said that they are in full view of everyone.
Moreover, Zhao Wumin is quite famous in the world, so many people in the field are looking forward to this battle.
Even if we leave aside Zhao Wumin, just having the blood of a fierce god is enough for everyone to put aside everything and pay attention to this battle.
However, after the first battle, there seemed to be nothing obviously special about the power of blood.
Apart from some changes in his body, his combat power seems to be just that.
To put it simply, in the eyes of these people, there is nothing particularly outstanding about Qin Tian today.
After more than a dozen rounds, the field was filled with turbulent air waves and howling winds. It was very intense, but it was just ordinary.
"Mr. Zhao, is that all you have?"
Seeing the stalemate between the two, the old man, who was called the old madman outside the court, said: "If we continue to fight like this, aren't we afraid that it will damage the Zhao family and the reputation of your nine-turn magic gun?"
"If it really doesn't work, Mr. Zhao might as well give up and let me take action myself!"
boom!
After saying these words, the atmosphere in the venue suddenly intensified, and gun lights shot up into the sky.
In an instant, murderous intent and billowing dust and smoke spread out in all directions!
Immediately, after only three rounds, Qin Tian, who seemed to be evenly matched just now, was beaten back step by step.
It was obvious that Zhao Wumin had held back before, or in other words, he was deliberately testing Qin Tian.
Now, after more than a dozen rounds, the temptation is over, and even if the old man doesn't say anything, he is ready to take action.
Qin Tian was well aware of this and had been prepared for it. However, even so, he was still forced to retreat by Zhao Wumin.
After more than a dozen rounds of testing, Qin Tian also had a certain understanding of Zhao Wumin's strength.
However, for Qin Tian, there is not much insight, only two words: very strong!
boom!
Qin Tian was forced back with one blow, and Zhao Wumin took advantage of the victory to pursue him.
The spear in his hand turned into a wild dragon, sometimes swooping down, sometimes looking up to the sky and roaring!
Waves of sharp blasts of wind resounded throughout the entire venue. This battle was finally a bit exciting.
Devil's Palm!
The Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Gate!
Taoist Thirty-Six Mudras!
Thunder fist!
Broken wind legs!
Ghost fans are following!
"..."
The powerful attacks were continuous, and Qin Tian was unequivocal and used all his strength.
It seemed that everything was dangerous, but in fact, Zhao Wumin's attack did not hurt Qin Tian at all.
"Wow!"
"This kid really has something, right?"
"Yes, even if you put aside the bloodline of the fierce god, it is quite terrifying to have such fighting power at such an age."
"It's really extraordinary for an ordinary person to practice so many martial arts skills."
"Ha! You don't really think that Qin Tian only relies on the blood of the fierce god, do you?"
"This boy is the master of the God King's Palace and the descendant of the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Sect..."
"Moreover, not long ago, I reached deep into the heart of the Flower of Darkness and single-handedly destroyed the Flower of Darkness..."
"Wow!"
"What?"
"Is he the one who destroyed the Flower of Darkness?"