Cheng Cheng and Li Qingjun sat on one side, holding their chins together.
Under normal circumstances, a person wielding a stick will only give people two kinds of feelings, either he is brutal and violent, or he is a fool.
But Qin Yi's feeling of pointing with a stick is very free and unrestrained. It feels similar to others pointing with a sword...
Perhaps it’s because the stick made of magma in your hand is very special. The flames are steaming, and you can feel the heat wave coming from a long distance away. The feeling of being bathed in flames and scorching heat is very aura of a demon, which is particularly frightening.
.
I don’t know how Lu Longting felt when he faced this stick... This thing was afraid that it would scorch if touched.
Of course, the toughness is probably average. The reason why it was not cut off by Lu Longting's sword is because of the protection of Gang Qi.
But still so handsome...
"Qin! You are at the end of your game, and you are still pretending here. I'll meet you!" A man spread his wings like a roc and rushed toward him.
"Brother, be careful!" someone in his formation exclaimed in shock.
"Boom!" Just as this person was rushing towards him, a wall of fire came out silently. He was caught off guard and rushed into the wall of fire. When he passed through, it was already as hot as charcoal.
Qin Yi's flames were always so silent, not even a single casting action could be seen.
The scary thing is that the power is not low at all.
The strength of the flame not only depends on the practice, but also depends on the nature of the flame. Of course, the Fengchu monk cannot use the Samadhi Fire, which complements each other. Qin Yi's practice is coupled with the Suzaku Flame, which can be seen at this stage.
The strongest fire attribute.
Everything you learn is a magic weapon, believe it.
"I told you before, I'm more than just a martial artist!" Qin Yi waved his stick, and a coke man flew out of the island without any resistance.
"Who else!"
The remaining contestants all stood up: "Do you really think you are invincible among your peers?"
There were a total of eight sects participating in the competition. Qin Yi killed two of them in a one-on-three fight. Lingyun Sect has stopped taking action since Tai Puzi. Apart from Wandao Immortal Palace and Penglai Sword Pavilion, there are actually three other sects.
Nine opponents.
Three of them are plotters.
To be honest, Qin Yi really didn't pay attention to the others. At this time, his attention was focused on the three members of the Planning Sect. Even Zheng Yunyi, who was probably the weakest among them, he did not dare to ignore.
These people are too shady, and they don't know what weird things will happen. And Qin Yi always has a feeling in his heart that the Planning Sect should not be so low-key on this matter. It is really just taking advantage of this trend.
Just some small calculations without any follow-up plans?
It doesn't look like them anymore.
What's more, they should have a good idea of Qin Yi's combat prowess, and the current situation should have been predicted by them...
"Whoosh!"
The light of a magic weapon lights up.
Qin Yi withdrew his mind and did not dare to be distracted. He had better focus on dealing with the opponent in front of him, otherwise he might really capsize in the gutter.
These people are not weaklings... Even if their own strength is average, the magic weapon is the sect's heritage, and the light of the magic weapon in front of them is already at the peak of Tengyun.
Looking up, he saw a treasure that looked like a cloth bag. A strong suction force came from it. Qin Yi found that he couldn't stand still and flew towards the cloth bag involuntarily.
Collection magic weapon?
Qin Yi stamped his feet heavily and stepped into the ground.
The lava surged up, and Qin Yi seemed to be unaware, his legs rooted to the ground and stopped.
The opponent smiled and said: "Stop struggling. You have exhausted too much and do not have enough strength to resist. Why don't you admit defeat honestly, so as not to be put in a bag and embarrassed... Huh?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Qin Yi's body quickly grew taller and larger, and in just an instant he became a ten-foot giant that was almost as tall as Gongsulu's Gundam.
"..."
The magma mace in his hand turned into a giant pillar-like stick in a flash.
"Is it rough? Is it big?" Qin Yi grinned and swept the giant stick across.
The tiger roared, magma splashed, and flames filled the sky.
The man was horrified and wanted to dodge, but a picture scroll suddenly appeared at his feet. In the picture, a monkey's hand stretched out and dragged him to the spot.
"boom!"
Another person screamed and was filmed flying off the island.
The whole place was silent.
How many people has Qin Yi beaten away...
All the magic weapons are useless, the offensive ones, the restrictive ones, the soul-collecting ones, all of them have been completely cracked.
"Senior Brother Yin, Senior Brother Gongshu... I heard that you have competed with this guy before? How did you survive?" In the Ten Thousand Dao Immortal Palace Formation, a new disciple wiped his cold sweat and looked at the giant Qin Yi in the field, his face
There were twitching expressions all over the face.
Yin Yigu Gongshu Lu: "...We don't know, maybe he is a ghost now."
They are also wiping sweat.
Although this guy was strong back then, he was not this bad. What happened to him in the past year and a half after he was called away by a snake?
Qin Yi shouted: "Where is the Planning Sect?"
Zheng Yunyi smiled slightly: "We are all our own people, why are we fighting with you? Isn't it a good thing that the Ten Thousand Dao of Immortal Palace can be recognized? Let's admit defeat."
Qin Yi was stunned for a moment.
The whole audience was stunned for a moment. If the scheming sect didn't come out, Qin Yi would have defeated everyone?
Every sect is holding back a wave of dissatisfaction. Qin Yi has obviously used up all his cards and ammunition. If the planning sect takes action, they have a great chance to kill him, but they shrink back like this?
It would be great if they could still appear on the stage. Anyone could challenge Qin Yi, but there is no one left... not one of them!
"No, there are still people!" The Wuji Sect scholar shouted: "Where is Fairy Li from Penglai Jiange!"
"Yes, Fairy Li of Penglai Jiange has not taken action yet!"
Li Qingjun had just eaten some melon and choked on his words. His cheeks were bulging and he stared at the scene.
Many people stood up and shouted: "Can Penglai Jiange also admit defeat?"
In the midst of the turbulent crowd, Li Qingjun swallowed a mouthful of melon and said speechlessly: "Actually, it was at this time that Qin Yi was defeated. His original intention of using the traditional immortal martial arts of Wandao Immortal Palace to conquer the world's heroes has been achieved. At this time, he
Does winning or losing affect the meaning?"
There was a moment of silence in the field, and someone said angrily: "We can't let him show off his power like this. Is there really no one in the world? Can you, Penglai Sword Pavilion, stand watching?"
So now, it's just a battle of spirits. These people are all considered "the proud ones of heaven", but they really can't stand the feeling of one person beating everyone down, and the suffocation in their hearts can't be released!
Someone must defeat Qin Yi. At this time, it no longer matters whether the original intention of this battle is achieved or not.
"In that case, I'll take action." Li Qingjun smiled faintly.
Everyone was overjoyed.
Judging from the fighting prowess Li Qingjun had shown before, Qin Yi, who was at the end of his strength at this time, really might not be able to defeat her.
Qin Yi also returned to his original size and stood quietly in the field watching Li Qingjun approach.
Li Qingjun's speed is still very fast, and his posture is still cool, as if he is stepping on a white horse or walking on a shooting star.
In just an instant, he approached Qin Yi, but Qin Yi seemed to be really exhausted and didn't even raise his hands to defend himself.
Many people stood up, looking forward to the scene where Qin Yi was shot down by Li Qingjun.
The next moment, Li Qingjun ran into Qin Yi's arms.
Qin Yi hugged her hard, lowered his head and kissed her. Li Qingjun closed his eyes and raised his head to greet her warmly.
The eight disciples: "???"
Penglai Jiange: "..."
The entire audience was stunned, so quiet that there was no sound of breathing.
Daqing, what you mean by this is to compare whose kissing skills are better between the two of you? Or to compare who will be suffocated to death first?
Lava spewed to the left and right, and waves sounded everywhere. In the middle of the venue, a man and a woman embraced each other, kissing each other until the sky was dark, as if there was no one else around. In the intertwining of blood and fire, there was incomparable romance and beauty.
Qin Yi felt really happy and filled with unprecedented pride.
In the Penglai sword pavilion, the uncle shook his head slightly and remained expressionless. Lu Longting and Chu Jiantian all covered their heads. All the disciples in the pavilion were scratching their heads, feeling as if they were hallucinating.
In Wandao Immortal Palace, Yin Yigu asked Gong Sulu: "Where did you say it before? Will he lick it?"
Gongsulu was expressionless: "Needless to say, I already know how his reputation became like this..."