Murong Bao's sword shadow followed. Faced with such a terrifying sword, Qin Tian did not panic at all, because he saw a bright silver phoenix shadow running through the sky, carrying endless cold current, and the cold current passed by
Everywhere, the originally turbulent void became still, and the brilliant ice crystals spread, containing a heart-stopping danger.
Qin Tian's eyes were filled with a little solemnity. Looking at the roaring silver phoenix silhouette in front of him, the terrifying slashes of Murong Bao's sword were all frozen.
Under Qin Tian's gaze, the silver phoenix shadow collided fiercely with the giant sword that came down. Suddenly, the sound of the sword that shook the world suddenly became silent. The two collided, and there was no sound.
There was no roaring sound, and there was not even any energy storm. Everything was sealed by the endless cold current. Together with Murong Bao and the giant knife in his hand, the world turned into a world of ice.
"This magical power of artistic conception is not simple..." Qin Tian murmured softly. The cold current raging around him not only contained terrible energy fluctuations, but also contained a kind of extremely cold power. That kind of extremely cold power instantly
In a moment, the world can turn into a world of ice.
Even when Murong Bao faced such a terrifying cold current, his entire body was frozen, along with the spiritual energy in his body.
Naturally, Qin Tian would not let go of such an opportunity, and the Weeping Blood Sword in his hand swept out again.
puff!
Blood spurted out, and Qin Tianqi's Blood Sword swept across and directly flew Murong Bao's head away, staining the sky with blood.
Seeing this scene, Murong Tongfang's soul trembled, and a look of fear filled his entire face. The fluctuations in his cultivation level that had soared in his body gradually aged at this time, and returned to the same level as before, half a step to the second level of the King Realm.
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Turning around, Qin Tian looked at Murong Tongfang.
Meeting Qin Tian's gaze, Murong Tongfang's scalp felt numb. At this moment, his intestines turned green with regret. What's the use of dignity and face? If he was asked to make a choice again, he would surrender to the other party without hesitation.
"I am willing to surrender..."
Murong Tongfang exclaimed, deeply afraid that Qin Tian would take action, and now he just hoped that it would be too late to surrender.
"Kill him."
Qin Tian said calmly.
"Die to me."
Mo Buhuo on the side had long been prepared to take action. As soon as Qin Tian finished speaking, Mo Buhuo took action. The dragons and elephants roared together, and their blood energy surged to the sky. Murong Tongfang was defeated with an almost overwhelming attitude. Murong Tongfang could only hold on for a few breaths.
, was beaten to death by Mo Buhuo with random punches.
As Murong Tongfang died, everyone watching below erupted in earth-shattering cheers, especially Yuwen, who looked extremely excited. Just now, he originally thought that he was going to die at the hands of the corpse cultivators. Fortunately, the master finally broke through and ended.
He even swept through the ranks of zombies with an invincible attitude.
Killing the king with one sword, this shocking scene reappears again.
But this time, four half-step kings were killed.
Almost at the same time, everyone's eyes were all looking at the figure in the void, with indescribable enthusiasm.
Qin Tian was dressed in blood clothes and stood in the wind and snow, with an indifferent expression and deep eyes. His black hair danced wildly in the wind, and he had an indescribable grace. He was like a peerless king, looking down at the world... The sun was setting in the west,
The sky is stained with blood.
Qin Tian stood tall in the sunset dressed in blood-stained clothes. He was as rich as jade and majestic. His originally thin figure gave people the feeling of towering like a mountain, and there was a unique aura that moved people.
Mo Buhuo came out of the air carrying Murong Tongfang's body. Looking at the majestic young man in blood-clothed clothes in front of him, his eyes showed a little wonder. Although he had witnessed the grace of Qin Tian's sword before, he saw Qin Tian's sword again.
Kill the half-step king
At that scene, Mo Buhuo still had an indescribable shock in his heart. He had practiced for so many years and had never seen anyone who could do this as a seventh-level practitioner of the King's Realm. Even the evil masters in their Hongmeng could rarely do it.
to this point.
It is conceivable that if this matter spreads, it will definitely cause shock in Dongxuan and the whole world will be shocked.
"Brother Ximen's swordsmanship is really amazing. He killed three half-step king-level practitioners in one day. His talent is only that. Even I am not inferior to those saints in my Hongmeng."
, if you step into the realm of a half-step king in the future, then you are destined to be an invincible half-step king and be honored by the emperor!"
Mo Buhuo sighed from the bottom of his heart. He had been completely impressed by Qin Tian's grace. It was a pity that this was an era when swordsmanship was declining. If this son had been born in an era when swordsmanship was prosperous in ancient times, he would have been a scornful figure for all eternity.
Supreme Being.
Qin Tian's eyes were neither happy nor worried, as if what he had killed before were just some ants, and he said: "Brother Qin, you are ridiculous. The reason why these people died under my sword is because they were too careless, and I caught them by surprise."
, if we really have a head-on confrontation with him, I will definitely lose."
The state arises from the heart. Because the heart has the intention to kill, the state has the intention to kill. It is the state of killing.
The fifteenth sword is the ultimate in the killing-only realm, and the realm is no longer just born from the heart, but the heart is born from the realm. The power of the fifteenth sword is naturally terrifying, and it can be called an invincible existence.
However, Qin Tian knew that this sword was not invincible in the true sense. The reason why he could kill half-step kings with one sword was because those people were unprepared. If those people had been wary of the fifteenth sword in advance, in their hearts
With heavy defenses deployed everywhere, Qin Tian would not kill them so easily.
Of course, Qin Tian would not take the initiative to reveal this.
Mo Buhuo has been practicing for so many years, and he has the ability to observe people's thoughts and words. He can tell that the latter said these words from the heart instead of pretending to be modest. This made him sigh and feel weak.
age, this age should have
They should be young and frivolous, especially those young supremes in Dongxuan, who are not extremely arrogant. However, Qin Tian in front of him could not see any arrogance on the face whose childishness had not completely faded away, only
Silent as water, and the abyss as calm as the sea.
"It's a pity..."
Mo Buhuo suddenly sighed in his heart, and looked at the Weeping Blood Sword in Qin Tian's hand. The Weeping Blood Sword was about three feet long, and its whole body was covered with rusty rust. It looked a little bloody and bright red due to the bleeding.
There was a trace of blood on the sword tip, but it disappeared in an instant. There was no doubt that this was an evil sword. Since a person like Qin Tian had such a sword...
At first, Mo Buhuo felt a little confused, but now he understood that this man's character was so evil and wanton and decisive in killing, which was very suitable for this sword...