Asura God

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Chapter 82

"There is no trace, Wan Jian is empty!"

Qin Ming forcibly lifted the ancient sword against the fierce sword, and the sky was boiling.

Wonderful and shocking.

Sword Qi is unmatched, once again annihilating all the knife air, dissipating the Kuroshio, and even more open the iron knife.

However, Tieshanhe was not affected at all, and the Vietnam War became fiercer. Holding the iron knife in the tumbling, the man-knife was united and killed Qin Ming again. The speed is getting faster and faster, and the sword is getting more and more fierce. His dark eyes lock on Qin Ming, his expression is blank, and he is attacking again and again. There is cold light everywhere, no people are visible, only the fierce scalpel is shaking.

Qin Ming was even more fearless, surging with war, his blood was boiling, his sword was chopped, his howling and crackling sounds kept coming out.

fighting! Go forward!

This is the fight he longs for!

The top of the mountain was sinking, and the sword air and the sword air cut the mountain top completely.

The sky's rays were dazzling from outside, and the fierce black air was cold and biting.

The fierce confrontation and the fierce offensive, not only Qin Ming and Tieshanhe cling to madness, but the parties watched the battle with passion, and cheers came one after another.

This is the battle of the Eight Sects Tea Party.

wonderful! Wonderful!

Not only many warriors in Lingwu Realm sighed to Furu, but even many powerful men in Xuanwu Realm were impressed. It is indeed a genius cultivated by the Eight Sects. It is too powerful.

Those Wangfu eyeliners are busy recording, these disciples are too strong, and they must be closely followed in the later period.

Qing Ge and Ye Luozhan frowned, paying close attention to the battlefield on the top of the mountain. They are two talented cultivating talents. They are very strong, and there is no doubt that they can play such a momentum, but watching the beard exudes endless fighting. Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, they think they are missing something. It is a kind of determination and madness. It is a kind of self-confidence and wildness. It is a kind of tenacity that is mad for martial arts.

In the fierce black air, in the sky and the sword, Qin Ming once again picked out the "Sword of Mountains and Rivers", the ancient sword fell like a giant mountain, and the torn mountain tops buzzed and sank. However, Tieshanhe did not dodge, people Like a sword, he doesn't have any fancy moves, but it looks like endless mystery. His offensive is open and close, but he hides thousands of murderous powers.

The sword and sword collided again. They were all against each other between electric light and flint. It looked normal, but there was an unspeakable depression in an instant. Intertwined with Kuroshio forms a wonderful and gorgeous scene.

Both Qin Ming and Tieshan River were blasted out by the Zhen. They kept coughing for blood, such as dead leaves falling on the ground, and all turned out from the top of the mountain after landing. But the eyes of the two were exceptionally bright. They twisted their waists at the same time in the mid-air, steadily landed on the mid-mountain, rushed at full speed, and rushed into the air the moment they rushed to the top of the mountain.

Iron sword vs. ancient sword!

Qin Ming to Hong Tieshanhe!

The sound of cricket was endless, the two were fighting fiercely, the dark blades pierced the sky, and the fierce black gas seemed to be rushing in the sky, raging in the sky. Qin Ming refused to be outdone, the ancient sword moves continued to be performed, the sword is bright, cold, dazzling, thousands of glorious, gorgeous but horrible, every sword swept out is enough to break the barrier!

Fierce battles continue. In the sword tide and Jianmang, Qin Ming and Tieshanhe fought fiercely for hundreds of rounds, unable to distinguish between victory and defeat.

Evenly matched! It is hearty!

This fierce battle is not only a passion for watching from outside, but Qin Ming and Tieshanhe are also fierce thrills to fight.

The eight disciples secretly tortured, nervous for them, and they were all concerned about the development of the fighting situation. They knew that Qin Ming still had a killing move, which was the terrible Shura complain. They even believed that Tieshanhe had secret skills. Both were looking for the best time, and they were looking for the subtle flaws of their opponents in the fierce battle.

Mu Cheng punched his fists secretly, his face was gloomy. He was really unacceptable. Qin Ming, who was still despised by him a month ago, showed such amazing brilliance at the Eight Tea Tea Party. Live his name. Is this really Qin Ming?

Disciples such as Li Nian are also dying, and Qin Ming is so strong. In Qingyunzong, the entire scorn was laughed at, and in Wuling City, eight were noticed. Such an extreme contrast is really unacceptable. The people they once despised became their irresistible existence.

A Qin Ming made thousands of disciples of Qingyunzong's new generation a joke.

Ling Xue suddenly remembered the words that Qin Ming said when he entered Wuling City. I want to be in the top five!

At that time, it felt like a joke. He said it casually. Now thinking about it, that day he had already made a decision.

The fierce battle on the top of the mountain lasted for half an hour. Qin Ming and Tieshanhe were covered with blood. When the sword and sword moved, in addition to the sound of a thunder, billowing sword gas, and sword awn, a great pressure was formed. The capillaries of both skins were crushed, and they didn't know how much blood was spit out. It's just that their personalities are too tough, and no one will be shaken because of this, an endless situation!

People who don't know the situation think they have deep hatred.

However, for Qin Ming and Tieshanhe, the greatest respect is to bring down the other side.

The swords struck each other, and the iron sword and the ancient sword were shocked at the same time. It was not how fierce the offensive was, but the fracture of the bones of the two hands at the same time, and blood was flowing.

Dayan's ancient sword whistled and flew out of the mountain top, inserted at the foot of the mountain.

Ling Xue was the first to move forward, guarded beside the ancient sword, and stared up at the top of the mountain.

The iron knife of Tieshanhe was forcibly controlled in mid-air, and tossed back again, hanging high above his head.

The crowds of the mountains and the mountains are quiet, looking at the mountains nervously. Is it necessary to decide the winner? The sword of Tieshanhe is not able to compete with the flesh. To fight against Tieshanhe is to contend with himself and the iron sword. Qin Ming lost the ancient sword, does it not mean that he is falling behind?

"Unless there is another secret move, Qin Ming will lose." Yang Yi and other disciples of the Ling Lingzong eyebrows attention. Qin Ming can win two of his masters with Shura's grudges, and may not win Tieshanhe.

Qin Ming and Tieshanhe stood on both sides of the top of the mountain, wheezing and breathing heavily, covered with wounds and covered with blood, all like fierce beasts, giving them a very violent momentum.

"My soul is the sword soul, and my body is the sword body. I am the sword, the sword is me, everything in the world is my sword." Tieshanhe's voice is hoarse and low, like the sound of a hell, the blood of the wound, all over his body The blood stains all floated magically at this moment, converging into thin blood, and rushing into the floating sword.

Suddenly, an invisible gas field shrouded the top of the mountain, and the pieces of gravel and dust in the crumbling ruins were all suspended and emptied, revealing murderous power, as if to be turned into thousands of blades.

At this moment, the eight suzerains are all paying attention, this should not be the martial arts of Qingyunzong, this is the most powerful secret technique inherited by the Tie family.

What should Qin Ming do?

The outcome may be decided.

Qin Ming's heavy gasp could feel the overwhelming pressure of the sword. Rather than flinching, he revealed a stronger sense of war.

It's stabbing! !!

Qin Ming's whole body stirred up electric lightning, scurrying around in various parts, but, in the depth of the thunderbolt, a ray of black gas pervaded, wandering in the fierce electric lightning, and more and more, almost covering the whole body, lightning Intertwined with dark mist, strong light and dark mixed, a cold air permeated the top of the mountain.

His hands were clasped, tightening like eagle claws, and slowly held on his chest. A ray of black gas poured from his hands and gathered in the middle, like a little whirlwind, spinning fiercely.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet, and a cold and murderous voice spread for a long time, all the eight disciples under the mountain felt the chill of the cold, and their hairs were rising.

"It's so murderous!" Both Guo Shantong and Xia Xingluo are discoloring. They have experienced it, but it is certain that the day is not as scary as it is now.

Oh oh ...

There seemed to be a faint tidal wave between heaven and earth, like the sound of wind and the sound of a shout, remote and misty.

"Kill !!" Tieshanhe suddenly roared, took the lead in attacking, spooked speedily, his body was incredibly fast in an instant, his hands joined together and rushed towards Qin Ming.

The audience was shocked, as if they saw an illusion, Tieshanhe turned into a sword, the light was shining, and it was split into Qin Ming. Of course, he can't really be a real sword, it is a wonderful manifestation, and it is the prototype of future magical powers, which has caused some hallucinations, but it is enough to explain the horror at this moment.

At a high altitude, the sword screamed fiercely, and a mountain-like coercion emerged, dragging the long black tide and splitting it towards Qin Ming. The thousands of rubbles on the top of the mountain all exploded, densely packed, and all turned into swords.

As if a stone caused a thousand layers of waves, the whole mountain top was boiling.

But on the edge of the riot, at the end of death, Qin Ming was completely fearless, his eyes were bright, his hands suddenly held up, and the fierce black wind vortex fluttered, showing a small knife, real and unreal, but giving heart A sense of danger, as if a seed of death was bred there, many shuddered.

"What's that?" The eight disciples moved in succession, and they could best feel its coldness and killing thoughts at close range.

The eight lords frowned, this knife is unusual! Qin Ming surprised them again.

"The name of the sword, Shura!" Qin Ming burst into drink, and the black sword struck instantly, as if breaking through time and space. The cold chill made people tremble with their souls, and the biting murderous energy hit the whole body of Tieshanhe.

The last hit is success or failure.

The audience was silent, the needle drop was audible, countless people widened their eyes, forgotten everything, and even many martial arts were frowning and paying attention.