"I, Boyan, will definitely kill them." The sacrificial elder on the right stared at Mu Qiu.
Holy Son Jinfeng nodded, "Very good, let's take action!"
Hearing this, the sacrificial elder named Sang Qing rushed towards Zuoqiu. With a thought, he condensed a pair of invisible and qualitative armor of thoughts on his body. He held a shining silver shield in his left hand and a three-pointed two-edged spear in his right hand.
Although underground humans do not practice true energy, due to the fact that they also practice body-building techniques, they are powerful and can run as fast as thunder, like an ancient mammoth rushing towards the opponent at full speed.
"I don't know whether to live or die!" Zuo Qiu tightened his right hand, and a scimitar more than four feet long appeared in his hand. The back of the scimitar was thick and thin, and the blade was long and narrow. As Zuo Qiu waved his right hand, the cold light flashed away, and the air suddenly disappeared.
It was cut open and smooth as if it were nothing.
bite!
The first time the two met, they were evenly matched.
"Your opponent is me." Seeing Sang Qing and Zuoqiu taking action, Boyan was not to be outdone. His hands were like casting a net, dancing out phantoms. The next moment, a web of thoughts all over the sky enveloped Mu Qiu.
, layer after layer, strictly.
Old Mu Qiu narrowed his eyes, and the big jade spiral driven by martial arts will spread out, guarding himself in the center, letting the web of thoughts wrap around him.
As for the others, they have been fighting fiercely for a long time. However, in comparison, the underground humans still have the absolute advantage. In terms of long-distance attacks, the underground humans' thoughts are very important. The spears thrown can easily penetrate the weapons of the strong ones in the Star Realm.
flesh, close combat, underground people
The physical strength of human beings is not comparable to that of the strong ones in the Star Realm. They are like humanoid monsters with incomparable strength. However, the people from the outside world are not useless. In terms of combat skills, even the underground humans cannot match them.
Not on the same level at all.
Mo Xian'er's opponents were three underground humans. Unlike the other underground humans, these three people were not in a hurry to take Murong Qingcheng's life. They seemed to have some plan. Since Murong Qingcheng condensed the prototype of martial arts, she has been able to use martial arts will to increase
He has all-round qualities, but when faced with intangible and qualitative ideas, he cannot make a quick decision at once.
"It's an honor for you to die in my hands." Holy Son Jinfeng walked towards Qin Tian step by step, his expression very relaxed. In his opinion, dealing with Qin Tian personally was overkill, killing a chicken with a sledgehammer, but anyway it was
If you are bored, why not have some fun.
Qin Tian couldn't understand the other party's words, but that didn't mean he couldn't see the other party's contempt. He stood motionless, his back straight, like a sword about to be unsheathed. It belonged to a swordsman.
The breath spreads all around.
Holy Son Jin Feng smiled coldly and suddenly raised his hand.
Poof!
The invisible blade of thought scraped Qin Tian's neck, drawing a crack nearly a hundred meters long on the mountain ground. As for why he missed the hit, it was not because the Holy Son of Gold Wind was merciful, but because Qin Tian was killing him and tilted his head.
, narrowly avoiding the attack.
"not bad."
Holy Son Jinfeng curled his lips.
"You also take my sword."
Qin Tian didn't care whether the other party understood his words or not, he unsheathed his sword of destruction in an instant and swiped it from bottom to top, the sword's light shined brightly.
Boom!
After all, Holy Son Jinfeng underestimated Qin Tian. He did not expect Qin Tian's sword to be so fast and unexpected. He had no time to dodge, so he had to lay out an indestructible mental barrier in front of him, which quickly became thicker and wider.
The invisible sword light condensed by the Destruction Sword Intention collided with the mental barrier, and the ground began to collapse and crack. The surrounding broken trees burst into pieces with a pop and turned into fly ash. The Golden Wind Holy Son himself was caught off guard and retreated ten times in a row.
Step by step, the impact of the sword intent was resolved.
With a wave of his palm, Holy Son Jinfeng glanced at his left shoulder. A piece of golden fur there was shaved off, and fine hairs were flying in front of him. His face was very ugly.
"Very good, you finally got me interested. I don't know how you can block the next move?" Jinfeng Shengzi looked a little solemn. Qin Tian was not as easy to deal with as he thought. Of course, he
He doesn't regard Qin Tian as a strong enemy yet, he just takes it a little seriously.
"Golden Storm!"
The Holy Son of Gold Wind opened his mouth and drank, and the air in front of him was immediately driven away, and the blades of thoughts shot out in an irregular manner like a violent storm.
Ding-ding-ding-ding!
The sound of metal explosions sounded, and Qin Tian defeated the blade of thought with one sword after another. Because the sword speed was too fast, it felt like he had struck three or four swords. In fact, he had struck at least seventeen swords.
Each sword will cut away all the blades of thought in a straight line.
"You bastard, die!"
The soil collapsed under his feet, and the Holy Son of the Golden Wind took a step forward. As he took this step, more blades of thought were formed, and centered on a point, they spun crazily, creating a horizontal tornado composed of blades of thought.
, the front end of the tornado was cone-shaped and hit Qintian at high speed.
"Tenraikiri!"
Holding the Destruction Sword with both hands, Qin Tian used the Destruction Sword Intention to push out the most powerful and powerful Tenraikiri. He swung out the sword, as if the heaven and earth were split open, and the horizontal tornado composed of the blade of thoughts split from it and divided into two parts.
Second, make the attack of Holy Son of Gold Wind fail.
"Impossible, how can his sword intention be so strong?" Holy Son Jinfeng finally changed his color. In the Bolan Saint Clan, he had condensed his martial spirit a year ago. Once the martial spirit is 10%, his will is equivalent to the outside world.
The spirit sea realm is powerful, and after using the will and turning it into an idea, the aggressiveness has increased several times.
Times, the martial arts will is definitely not inferior to that of a grandmaster. Qin Tian can block his full blow. Doesn't it mean that the opponent's sword intention is a grandmaster's sword intention. It is simply unbelievable that he has a grandmaster level sword intention in his twenties.
At least in the history of the underground world, such people rarely appear.