Everyone was shocked, as if they were caught in a stormy sea.
"What a majestic fighting spirit! What kind of freak is this kid that can actually fight against the Emperor's ray of fighting spirit?"
Even the two saints at the back looked shocked at this time. This was the first time they had lost their composure like this! "Could this kid really be able to touch the statue of the Great Emperor?
Are we going to lose at his hands?"
They looked at each other, a hint of disbelief flashing in their eyes.
As Sons of God, although they are very arrogant, they are not stupid.
Such a majestic fighting spirit emanates from Qin Ming. Even their dignified Holy Son is far from capable of doing this! Let alone confront the emperor's fighting spirit! This is an incredible feat! "
He is indeed Qin Ming! The man I like will not lose to others."
Queen Huiyue had a look of pride on her face.
"How much power does this guy have?
It’s like the sky’s the limit.”
Princess Mingyue whispered, "If I lose to such a freak, it's not a loss for me."
She was very happy. The more powerful Qin Ming was, then it would be natural for her to lose to Qin Ming.
Didn't you see the two His Highnesses, the Holy Son, just standing there and staring?
I originally thought it was a stage for the competition between the two saints, but unexpectedly, in the end, the person standing on the stage was an unknown person from a remote place.
At this time, Qin Ming was still fighting against the Emperor's wisp of fighting spirit.
The emperor's angered fighting spirit could not directly cause effective harm to Qin Ming, but constantly oppressed his spiritual will, trying to force him to retreat and surrender.
However, with the blessing of the mysterious stone tablet, Qin Ming became stronger than imagined. Not only did he not give in or bow his head, but he became more courageous as he fought, and his fighting spirit came back! "Emperor Panwu, since you are in charge of the battle,
You probably don’t want your successor to compromise in front of your majesty, right?”
Qin Ming gritted his teeth and walked forward step by step, gradually approaching the statue.
The panwu fighting method that he just learned earlier is now being practiced continuously on Qin Ming's body, evolving into various battle phantoms.
Finally, they merged into one! Boom! The majestic fighting spirit was like an explosion in the void.
Qin Ming has practiced the Panwu War Technique to a great level. In terms of combat skills, he is comparable to a great master! The distance of thirty feet seems to be easier to walk than before. In less than an hour and a half, he has already crossed this distance.
distance.
As Qin Ming arrived at the foot of the statue, Emperor Panwu's fighting spirit gradually subsided.
Just like the waves of the sea, after a night of wind and rain, everything is calm.
Qin Ming gently stretched out his hand and touched the statue of Emperor Panwu.
From it, a ray of fighting spirit slowly overflowed and integrated into Qin Ming's body.
This is the spiritual inheritance of Emperor Panwu. There are no techniques or secret techniques in it, but Qin Ming feels as if his spirit has been sublimated.
The God Refining Technique quickly started to work, allowing Qin Ming's spiritual will to improve again, like crystal thread, tough and thorough.
To the outside world, Pan Wu's fighting method has been cultivated to great perfection.
Internally, Qin Ming's spiritual will has been sublimated.
It can be said that Qin Ming's talent in combat has almost reached perfection! He seems to have touched a ray of the law of battle! Just like Emperor Panwu, who can become the incarnation of Tao, Qin Ming also touched a ray of it.
the realm of laws.
This was an extremely clever use of power! He sat cross-legged and began to comprehend, slowly digesting what he had just received.
The phantom of the cave spirit appeared next to Qin Ming, and a hint of joy flashed in his eyes: "This person is actually more outstanding than all the descendants of Emperor Panwu!"
Not far away, the Holy Son of Nine Heavens and the Holy Son of Chaos saw this scene and were so jealous that they almost went crazy.
"The inheritance of Emperor Panwu only belongs to us, how could it be taken away by others?"
Their hearts are roaring.
These two saints were still moving forward hard, and finally reached the white line, which meant that they had passed the test.
No one was surprised by this result.
It is a certainty that the two holy sons will pass the test.
But the problem is that reaching the white line is only the goal pursued by ordinary people.
But as the proud sons of heaven, one among billions, it would be a shame if they just stop here! "Keep moving forward, we can also touch the statue of Emperor Panwu!"
The two saints continued to walk forward at extremely fast speeds, and entered within thirty feet of Emperor Panwu.
Boom! Like a silent explosion, it exploded in their hearts.
The two of them groaned at the same time, staggered, and almost fell to the ground.
"Is it so difficult?"
The faces of the two of them were very ugly.
"This majestic fighting spirit makes even us feel very strenuous. How did that kid get through?"
There wasn't much time to think about it, the arrow was on the string and I had to shoot.
They gritted their teeth and continued to move forward.
However, after walking about ten feet, they felt that they could no longer hold on.
Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths. The two powerful saints had tried their best and were about to reach their limit.
The Holy Son of Chaos was the first to be unable to hold on, and was knocked back ten steps by the majestic fighting spirit. He had no choice but to admit defeat.
Only the Holy Son of Nine Heavens was left, still standing there, fighting hard against Emperor Panwu's wisp of fighting spirit.
"Impossible. I am the Holy Son of Swordsmanship. I have a clear sword heart and extremely strong willpower. There is no way I can lose!"
The Holy Son of Jiutian gritted his teeth and still refused to admit defeat.
He was really powerful. Under such circumstances, he could still continue to walk forward and walked another five feet away.
But in the end, the limit has been reached and no further progress can be made.
Poof! He spurted out a mouthful of old blood, fell to the ground sluggishly, and was transferred out by the spirit of the cave.
"Failed?"
Everyone looked at this scene blankly.
"The two Holy Sons, their Royal Highnesses, were defeated by an unknown warrior?"
"Who is that kid?"
"After this battle, if word spreads, this kid will be famous all over the world!"
"Defeating two Holy Sons, this is a supreme honor.
Although this is just a competition of martial arts will, it is enough to brag for a lifetime."
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens and the Holy Son of Chaos stood up from the ground. Although they must have passed the test, they were not happy at all at this time.
"You win, you can walk five feet further than me!"
The Holy Son of Chaos said.
"Despite this, I don't feel any happy place."
The Holy Son of Nine Heavens looked at Qin Ming, with a complicated light shining in his eyes.
Ever since I was a child, I have never experienced such a setback. This is a huge blow to the Holy Son of Jiutian.
"Even if it fails, so what?
I have also experienced many failures in my life!”
"My sword heart has been continuously sharpened and become stronger amidst these countless failures!"
"This battle will also become a whetstone and make me stronger!"
Jiutian Holy Son's eyes gradually became firmer.
When the Holy Son of Chaos saw this scene, he sneered: "Failure is not terrible. What is terrible is that you were defeated by an ant-like figure!"
When the Holy Son of Nine Heavens heard this, he almost vomited blood.
The sword's heart, which had just been firmed up, now seemed to be broken.