In the sky, the young man's figure stood upright, gazing sternly at Zuo Qing, the third genius of the Longwu Empire.
But there was a calm and unhurried smile on his face.
"It's okay to have a good fight, don't regret it after you die!" Zuo Qing stepped out at the same time, and two figures stood in the void.
Hun Yi sneered, without any fear, and asked: "Are you sure you dare to suppress me until we have the same cultivation level as me?"
"Hmph, you're a man, you keep your word, do you think you can beat me at the same level?" Zuo Qing shouted coldly.
Hun Yi said seriously: "I don't care if I can defeat you, I just want to know, are you sure you can keep your promise?"
"Hmph, if I use the power of surpassing your cultivation, I will lose this battle." Zuo Qing didn't say it too fully, he just said that he would lose.
Of course, in Zuo Qing's own opinion, he will not lose.
"Do you think you lose?" The young man sneered, but suddenly he said seriously: "A battle is a life and death showdown. Since you want to challenge me, you must be prepared to be killed. I have only one request for the battle. No one from the Longwu Empire is allowed to interfere.
The battle between us is a life and death battle!"
The fight is a life and death battle.
Hun Yi's voice was not loud, but it was particularly loud under this moonlight.
Everyone in the crowd listened to his words with moved expressions. Fighting was a life and death battle, and the young man's aura was not weaker than anyone else's.
Although this young man had a casual attitude in Wangyue Pavilion before, people have seen another side of him. Fighting is no joke. If it is a duel, it is a life and death duel. In some aspects, the young man has a very high level of consciousness.
This time, it was Zuo Qing's turn to be dumbfounded.
A life and death battle?
"Why don't you dare? People from the Tianfu Empire are not allowed to interfere in this same battle!" Zuo Qing can become the third person in the Longwu Empire. Naturally, he has real strength. Even if he suppresses his cultivation, he must not underestimate it.
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But for some reason, when Prince Wu heard the young man's request, his unpleasant premonition became stronger.
However, thinking about Zuo Qing's strength, he felt a little relieved. No matter how strong this young man was, he was only at the level of King of Martial Arts. Even if he killed Xiao Yunzhi, who was in the realm of martial arts, Zuo Qing was still a talented young man who had created miracles.
"Please tell me any last words you have." Zuo Qing's words echoed between heaven and earth.
Facing the arrogant young man, his heart was full of anger.
Hun Yi smiled coldly: "If you have anything else to say, tell your companions quickly, because you won't have a chance next."
Zuo Qing was furious when he heard this: "You are too arrogant, I will make your life worse than death!"
The murderous intention is awe-inspiring.
Scene downstairs at night, two countries and one person, starting with a sword.
The crowds of the two empires stood above the battle sky of Wangyue Pavilion and witnessed the beginning of the battle before them. After the agreement, both sides had no scruples anymore. The palms of their hands were filled with vast power. Wherever the sword came, it would destroy everything.
The young man is black and haohao follows the wind, his black clothes and sleeves are green into the night, his silhouette is completely different, swords and clouds fly across the sky, and a battle of geniuses begins.
The sword in Hun Yi's hand stirs up the darkness, and the blade of the sword attracts the wind and clouds, or shows the creation of darkness. The two people confronting each other work at the same time, which actually affects the resonance of the mountains, thousands of stars ring together, and the starry sky is actually moved by it.
The sword comes out to kill, the style shows no mercy, the sword leaves no name, the soul steps forward and performs the desolate sword technique!
"A sword of desolation!" The shadow of the sword floated, and the phantom suddenly appeared, and the terrifying sword intent permeated the entire Moon Moon Battle Platform. The intent of the sword seemed to be light and ethereal, but in fact it was extremely powerful, forcing Zuo Qing's mind to become confused.
He quickly moved his palms to fight.
"Let's see how long you can resist!" At the beginning of the sword discussion, Hun Yi had the upper hand, and the crowd was amazed, but then they saw the black murderous intent suddenly blooming in the sky above the moon, and the Desolate Sword Technique swung the sword down mercilessly,
The sky is full of sword rain, forming a dark sword light!
The powerful sword light is clearly visible under the moonlight.
"Stop being so arrogant." Zuo Qing shouted angrily, and the power of the true source in his hand suddenly began to circulate. Under the night, a vast power of king-level high-grade martial arts suddenly appeared, and it actually caused the star marks on the sky.
The shout shook, the punch broke through the air, and an unparalleled power swept the ground towards the sword-shaped energy, shaking up a cloud of loess dust. In the dust flying, the power of the fist of all phenomena moved into the soul with a roaring sound.
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"Sudden desolation!" He condensed his energy and shouted, his soul sacrificed the strongest sword technique, and the time and darkness, the stars and the moon intertwined into a flickering sword light.
There was a flash of light in the sword, a thousand steps, and the darkness suddenly changed in the sword light. The crowd could only see the silhouette of the soul in the void, and the sword intention seemed to tear through the void.
The moment the figures intertwined, everything came to an abrupt end.
hiss.
The fight came to a standstill in one round, and the crowd gasped.
The confrontation between swords and palms was just a thought, but it was shocking to watch. The whole process was smooth and smooth. No matter whether it was Hun Yi or Zuo Qing, there was no unnecessary movement. Every move was fatal and left no room for error.
Even Zuo Qing, who had suppressed his cultivation, still had such power.
In the same place, Hun Yi's hand holding the sword was really numb. Once they fought, the two sides were just testing each other and had a deep understanding of each other.
As for Zuo Qing, there was also a storm in his heart, and the sword of this man almost cut through his palms.
"The genius of the Longwu Empire seems to be nothing more than this." Hun looked at Zuo Qing and couldn't help but sneered.
"King Wu, I really want to know how you defeated Xiao Yunzhi. I want to kill you, it will be easy." Zuo Qing also refused to give in.
"Soon you will end up like that person." Hun Yi put away his contempt and looked more solemn than ever before.
It is no longer necessary to test strong opponents.
As soon as he finished speaking, a dark sword light suddenly bloomed behind him. At the moment he opened his eyes, with the force of destruction, he used all the death force in the surrounding area and suddenly opened the dark extreme.
"A sword of darkness?" The crowd stared at the sword spirit behind Hun Yi, all showing horror. This dark power actually brought the fear of death and decay into people's hearts.
What a terrible sword.
The crowd's hearts trembled.
Feeling the extraordinary power of the sword, Zuo Qing suppressed his cultivation and did not dare to be careless. At the moment when darkness fell, a dark red light suddenly appeared behind him, and a huge martial spirit that looked like a child-like imp appeared in front of the crowd.
Martial spirit appears!
Zuo Qing of the Longwu Empire, although the Tianfu Empire does not know what kind of martial spirit it is, there is news that Zuo Qing possesses a rare martial spirit that is rare in the world.
And this guy with childish words and ghostly face is Zuo Qing's martial spirit.
"That guy is dead!" The people of the Longwu Empire were extremely excited.
"I didn't expect that Zuo Qing would directly sacrifice his martial spirit!" Compared to the excitement of others, Prince Wu's eyes were colder. Few people in the empire could force Zuo Qing to use the power of his martial spirit, or perhaps suppress it.
Due to his cultivation, Zuo Qing also felt that the young man was extraordinary.
But no matter what, after the basic martial arts, Zuo Qing's victory was decided.
When the crowd looked at the ghost boy with big ferocious eyes, they felt a creepy feeling that made people shiver down their backs.
The martial souls of both sides have been sacrificed, which means that the battle has entered into a fierce beginning. The temptation of both sides has passed, and there is no room left!
Both sides stood motionless, as if the scene had been frozen.
But darkness bloomed in the whirlpool, and the ferocious ghost-faced ghost boy widened his yellow eyes.
A cold shout, a piercing look, Soul drew his sword in a blink of an eye, and they fought at close range. The sword struck with a clang, and stars were shining brightly. His eyes were filled with silvery brilliance, and the dark sword light suddenly bloomed in death.
However, the moment this shocking and terrifying sword approached Zuo Qing, the ghost boy's head suddenly grew larger again, swallowing the light of the death sword in one bite.
With a grunting sound, the air of darkness and nothingness was spit out from his mouth.
Such a terrifying sword was actually swallowed up by the martial spirit?
The crowd's eyes gradually became gloomy, and even Zuo Qing frowned with a look of horror. The Sword of Death and Desolation was a miracle of the past, and it was impossible for ordinary people to resist it when it was released.
But he was actually swallowed by a martial spirit.
The atmosphere at the scene was solemn, but at this moment, Zuo Qing's lips raised a dazed smile.
Almost at the same time, Ling Yi's voice bloomed in Hun Yi's heart.
In an instant, the kid opened his mouth, and a terrifying sword light flew from his mouth.
"This is?"
The crowd's eyes were cold and they were trembling. Isn't this sword light the unique move of Hun Yi before?
Zuo Qing unexpectedly rebounded with faster, fiercer and more domineering power. Hun Yi trembled and raised his sword. The sword of death burst out with a shocking light: "In an instant, it is desolate!"
The confrontation between Huang and Death, although this was his own skill, still shocked the soul several hundred meters away. The sword light was finally blocked, but it set off a storm in his heart. The other party actually used double
The power was returned to himself.
That weird martial spirit attracted everyone's attention.
Hun Yi's expression was also extremely strange.
At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Zuo Qing. He was indeed the third-ranked person in the Longwu Empire, and his strength was well-deserved.
And Ling Yi's silver eyes seemed to see through Zuo Qing and his martial spirit.
"Why, are you surprised? I heard that you are a peerless genius with three martial arts spirits. Why, don't you let me see your other powers?" Rumor has it that Hun Yi defeated Xiao Yunzhi in the ring and used three martial spirits.
The power caused a sensation in the world.
But no one present had ever seen it, so they remained skeptical.
Hun Yi's expression gradually became gloomy, and the moment he raised his head, a dark sword light suddenly bloomed. The Wu Hun Sword entered its second stage, and the dark sword appeared in his hand.
The crowd's eyes were completely trembling, but they didn't want to miss any detail.
"Strength Martial Spirit!"
Another kind of martial soul power quietly emerged in Hun Yi's body, but Hun Yi poured all the power of the martial soul into his legs and hands.
At that moment, on the battle platform of Wangyue Pavilion, a shocking wave of energy erupted from Hun Yi's feet.
"What is he doing?" The crowd looked at Hun Yi's actions with confusion.
Ling Yi knew what he wanted to do. It was a skill that the main body used to use. But what would happen if it exploded under the increased strength of the martial soul? Even Ling Yi couldn't predict what would happen.
At the moment when the crowd's eyes widened, the magical skill that once symbolized the number one person in Tianzong, Chen Tian, ​​reappeared!
Like a bright light like a shooting star, he drew his sword against the wind, swirled across the sky, and cold stars suddenly appeared. The atmosphere around him changed completely. When the sword light cut through the void, it was dyed with a bloody color.
No one saw clearly how the young man drew his sword. When they came to their senses, Zuo Qing had a hideous blood mark on his chest!
