Qing Songjian's words sounded very arrogant, and even in the ears of others, they thought they were a bit excessive.
"When strong men fight, they fight for the first opportunity. Even if they give up even half a move, they will fall into a disadvantage. To use seven moves, the strength gap between the two sides must be very large."
"Throughout the past hundred years, Qingsong Sword is definitely one of the top five in the fourth holy war platform's combat power list. He also has the strength to win in higher-level holy war platforms, but giving up seven moves is probably too much!
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"The three swords of Suihan are all crazy, otherwise they wouldn't have such a name that seems to be otherworldly."
Qingsongjian saw the coldness in Sun Ning's eyes, and smiled lightly and said: "How can I, Qingsongjian, be such a person, and my golden words can be like child's play? Why, isn't it enough for you to give me seven moves?"
Having said this, a sarcastic look appeared on his face, and he said coldly: "If even seven moves are not enough, then in this battle, just admit defeat without fighting. This sacred and solemn Holy Fighter King, Holy War God
You are absolutely unworthy of your fame and position."
Qingsongjian's remarks again provoked bursts of cheers from the onlookers.
At this point, most people feel that this Qingsong Sword, one of the three swords of Sui Han, is too arrogant.
But the other two people standing in the stands, Lingzhu Sword and Plum Blossom Sword, would never think so.
Of course they knew that Qingsongjian was aloof by nature, but not arrogant.
The reason for such a statement is actually because, once the Qingsong Sword Intention and Qingsong Sword Formation that he has practiced for many years are unfolded, it will be like a river flooding endlessly. What he is best at is the all-pervasive attack with subtle flaws. If his state of mind is slightly unstable, the final
It is easy to be taken advantage of by Qingsong's sword intention.
Qingsongjian was obviously deliberately irritating Sun Ning.
The three of them have lived in seclusion in Lingyin Peak for many years, and they are very relieved about this old friend and buddy, as well as the other two.
Qingsong Jian was very confident.
He looked at Sun Ning quietly.
Like all young geniuses, this person is super powerful, sharp-edged, and arrogant. This is what he likes. Since he is still a boy, it means he is young and energetic, and he can be provoked by a few words, and he is the easiest to be fooled.
He was suppressed by the Qingsong Sword Intent that he was so proud of.
He could almost expect that after he said this, Sun Ning would be very angry, so angry that he directly refused the offer of seven moves. For a young genius, being looked down upon in such a way is absolutely unforgivable.
What's more, this is a challenge to the solemn position of Holy War God, and Sun Ning cannot allow himself to do this.
That’s just right!
This is Qingsongjian's wishful thinking.
But the next moment, what Sun Ning said made Qing Songjian frown slightly and his expression changed slightly.
"You want me to do seven moves? Then I won't be polite."
Sun Ning said quietly: "I'll take advantage of this time to hit you with seven punches!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Sun Ning soared into the sky like a big bird. A violent wave of air gathered around him, and a terrifying power was formed in the blink of an eye.
The onlookers looked up one after another and saw the young man in green shirt in the sky, crisscrossing the clouds and mist, with his traces disappearing, like a black dragon, cruising across the sky.
Seeing that Sun Ning could even agree to accept seven moves, many people secretly sneered. They felt that although this person had a great reputation, he did not have the courage to be a peerless strongman. But when they saw this moment, they all became moved.
At this moment, Sun Ning was indeed no different from a majestic blue dragon!
Qingsong Jian's eyes narrowed slightly, leaving him no time to panic as his mind was completely attracted by the strong sense of danger.
"The first punch!"
As soon as Sun Ning finished speaking, there was a loud bang in mid-air, and with a powerful punch, he rolled up a huge black python-like energy, and struck the Qingsong Sword from a high position.
Qingsongjian's expression changed again.
The power contained in this punch, for some reason, gave him a sense of fear. It was as if this power did not belong to the common people, but came from the immortals in the upper world.
Since Sun Ning was told to do seven moves, of course he couldn't resist or resist.
But the terrifying power of this punch made Qingsong Jian not dare to be careless at all. He spread out his body and tried his best to avoid it. Only then did he realize that giving up seven moves to such an opponent would be a disaster.
boom!
Sun Ning punched the Holy War Platform, causing the Baizhang Battle Platform to tremble. At the same time, he even tried his best to avoid the Qingsong Sword, which was already on the outside of the attack circle, and his blood was boiling.
Although this punch did not hit him, the aftermath of the punch, even if it only caused less than half of the impact, still caused him a lot of trouble.
"This man is young and only has the second level of Xuanmen cultivation. How can he possess such terrifying magic power? It is like a surging river, extremely thick. Even most of the Nine Tribulations peak masters are not as good as him!"
With just one punch, Qingsong Jian felt Sun Ning's true strength, and he was truly frightened and frightened.
Plum Blossom Sword in the stands was also moved by this, and said worriedly: "No! This little thief's cultivation is more tyrannical than we expected. Third brother may have been fooled by him!"
She seemed to have forgotten that from beginning to end, Qingsongjian was the one who deliberately set the trap, but Sun Ning did not get into the trap as they expected.
The higher the level of martial arts and cultivation, the finer the differences and the more obvious the differences. Even those who are active in the Fourth Holy War Stage have cultivation levels above the Nine Tribulations Wonderful Realm and are the backbone of the entire Great Sage World.
His strength, but his eyesight and insight, are not as good as Plum Blossom Sword, Palace Master Niyang, Lord of the West and other veteran figures in the world.
They could see that Sun Ning's punch was very powerful, but almost no one could see how much of a threat it posed to Qingsongjian.
However, the Western Lords and others were shocked to discover that Sun Ning's boxing skills were absolutely to the point where they could pose a death threat to Qingsong Sword.
"What you call letting me do seven moves turns out to be escape! In this case, I can give you a thousand moves!"
Sun Ning's cold and somewhat mocking voice sounded quietly. His voice was still as calm as before: "But, it doesn't matter! No matter you give in or not, within seven punches, if I can't
If I beat you up, I, Sun Ning, will lose this battle!"
"Second punch!"
Sun Ning punched again in the void.
Same posture, same moves.
But the roar the punch made when it was activated was obviously much louder than before.
Its power is obviously more powerful.
The power of the black python's fist was about 30% greater than before.
boom!
A terrifying punch hit the holy war platform. As the tremors became more intense, Qingsong Sword fled in a hurry. The terrifying pressure and power made him almost spit out blood in discomfort.
But Sun Ning's third punch came immediately without stopping at all.
Still the same posture, the same moves.
But the power of this punch is actually much greater than the first punch! (To be continued)