Among ordinary people, there are many who can win, but few who can afford to lose.
When you have the upper hand, you will be incompetent when you are alone. When you are at a disadvantage, you will accuse your opponent of cheating. This is not the demeanor that a strong person should have.
Such a person is not worthy of Xia Qingchen taking him seriously.
"Watch the move!" He raised his arms and quickly formed six runes in front of him.
The runes are filled with the brilliance of blood, showing a somewhat ancient appearance.
He grabbed six runes with his hands, raised his feet and exerted force, and people shot out like springs.
His body skills can reach up to 1,900 feet in one step, which is almost the same as Xia Qingchen!
At the same time, blood-colored air surged around the body again, and it was a bit stronger than before.
This time, Danqi became serious and used all his strength.
When the strong wind hit, Xia Qingchen stood as steady as a rock. When the opponent's martial arts attack came, he once again punched out his fists in an ordinary way.
The difference is that not only does he use all the powers of his body, he also releases the ghostly roar contained in the star power!
In an instant, the sound of ghost crying was loud, as if countless lonely ghosts were crying together.
A strong mental attack that makes people feel frightened and confused.
Shark Yin and Shark Lang have been practicing spiritual martial arts for a long time, and they are still not able to beat the sound of ghost roars, let alone the sound of a single attack.
The moment he lost consciousness, fear emerged in his heart, and he forgot to take action for a moment.
When masters fight, victory or defeat often lies in the breath.
Xia Qingchen's palms were imprinted on the blood-colored airflow, and in an instant, he broke open the front of it again, and then hit Shanqi's chest.
Amidst the loud noise, Shan's chest dented slightly, and he flew backwards at a faster speed and fell heavily to the ground.
The six runes between his palms quickly dimmed and disillusioned like smoke before they had time to be used.
The crowd fell silent, looking at Shan Qi who had fallen on the ground, his eyes glazed over.
One move, another move.
If the blood energy was broken last time because Dan Qi was slacking off or Xia Qingchen was cheating, could it be the case again this time?
Xia Qingchen calmly retracted his fist, calm as autumn water: "You are probably not worthy of my deceit."
Why do you need to cheat when someone can solve it with just one palm?
Shan Qi was a little confused and couldn't believe that the Blood Emperor's invincible body, which he was so proud of, was vulnerable to the opponent's hands.
Feeling the stunned, surprised, and disbelieving looks from all around, Danqi got up in anger, opened his mouth and roared: "You are looking for death!"
With a move of his hand, the broad sword stuck on the edge of the cliff flew into his hand with a clang.
Standing alone, he held his sword and struck Xia Qingchen with murderous intent filled with shame and anger.
"Stop!" King Zhongyun's expression changed slightly and he yelled quickly.
This is a discussion, not a fight to the death!
But both he and the head of the Ye family were far apart. Even if they sensed something was wrong, they had no time to stop them.
The only one who has a chance to stop it is Chen Guang, who is responsible for hosting the competition.
He is not far away, and if he is willing, he can intercept Shan Qi.
But, he didn't, but stood aside and watched.
There was even a little bit of expectation in his eyes, expecting Shan to chop Xia Qingchen to death with a knife.
"Ah!" Danqi jumped up in a rage, and chopped down from top to bottom like a mountain bearing down on him.
Before the sword fell, the ground was pressed with strong winds.
The power of one blow is comparable to the mid-to-high level of Xiaoyue's third round.
It is extremely rare for someone who has only recently broken through to the third level of Xiaoyue to have such strength.
Xia Qingchen's clothes were swinging wildly, but his eyes were filled with plainness: "That's all."
When the opponent slashed him with his sword, Xia Qingchen's hands were like lightning and he pulled out the Dayan Sword.
With one strike of the sword, the seemingly mighty and domineering black giant sword actually broke into two pieces. Each of them grazed Xia Qingchen's shoulder blades, flew past, and plunged into the ground.
It should be noted that the ground is condensed from the special energy of the human emperor's tomb and is extremely hard.
However, at this moment, the broken blade of the black knife was inserted deeply. The sharpness of the broken blade can be imagined.
Shan Qi was stunned, wondering if he was dreaming.
That black knife was forged from a meteorite from outside the sky. It was hard and extremely sharp.
It came from the hands of the Great Tomb Keeper. On the day when the city was connected, the Great Tomb Keeper said that if you look at the mainland and the sea, there is no one in the world who can break it.
It is no exaggeration to say that it is the hardest sword in the world.
Now, it's actually broken into two parts?
While he was confused, Xia Qingchen, who was very close, raised his hand, slapped Shanqi hard on the cheek, and whipped him around: "Is this your arrogance?"
When they first met, Shan Qi spoke out and refused Xia Qingchen and the people from Linlang Island to gather.
Later, when the mainland side strongly requested to participate in the discussion, he said that a bunch of losers were wasting his time.
In the end, he didn't even bother to fight Xia Qingchen.
What now?
In fact, there is nothing to be arrogant about.
"You're looking for f*cking death!!!" Shan Qi was slapped and was so angry that he exploded.
He had always been the only one who looked down on others, the only one who could slap others, but now he was slapped by others.
Moreover, it was in front of the prodigies, elders and Yuan Lord from the mainland and Linlang Island!
This kind of insult could cut Xia Qingchen into pieces without even realizing it!
But as soon as he finished speaking, Xia Qingchen struck out with another palm.
Danqi let out an angry roar and attacked with both fists.
However, Xia Qingchen, who seemed to be weak, humiliated himself and had far more strength than his opponent. With one slap, his two fists were deflected and slapped hard on his face.
There was another crisp sound, and Shan Qi was whipped around in a full circle!
"How loud does it sound?" Xia Qingchen's eyes were filled with disdain, and he raised his hand and slapped her again.
Shan Qi resisted again, but Xia Qingchen was helpless and was whipped around again!
"Trash! With such little ability, you still have the nerve to act arrogantly with me!" Xia Qingchen has never been an unreasonable person.
Only people like Shan Qi who like to trample on others will never show any mercy.
Another slap came down, sending Shan Qi spinning in circles.
"What the hell..."
"You he……"
"you……"
In the dead silence, Shan Qi, under the dull gazes of pairs of pairs, was like a puppet spinning on the spot, being slapped repeatedly by Xia Qingchen.
After ten consecutive slaps, Shan Qi finally realized the huge difference between himself and Xia Qingchen.
After spinning once and about to stop, he roared angrily and forcibly twisted back to prevent being slapped again.
While retreating, he yelled: "I want you to be broken into pieces..."
However, during the roar, Xia Qingchen stepped forward like a phantom and slapped his big mouth hard, causing blood to spurt from his mouth.
This stroke lifted Shan who was retreating, causing him to stagger and fall to the ground.
Xia Qingchen took advantage of the situation and stepped on his chest. Under the hard pressure, the crystal plane below made an overwhelming clicking sound.
One of his lungs was severely compressed, and he even spit out a mouthful of blood.
He tried to pry Xia Qingchen's legs apart with both hands, but no matter how hard he exerted his strength, Xia Qingchen was as motionless as a mountain and trampled on her feet to death.
Xia Qingchen looked at Shan Qi indifferently, who was trampled under his feet like a dead dog: "That's all!"
From the beginning to the end, I only see an arrogant attitude, but not the strength.