Dragon Blood and Martial Soul

"Feng Qili is at the sixth level of the Yellow Pole Realm, with strong strength."

"Chu Qianye's martial arts cultivation is only at the fourth level of the Huangji Realm. The gap between the two is not small."

Most people are not very optimistic about Chu Qianye, only a young man in a python robe who is also sitting in the corner has an indescribable curvature of his mouth.

"His Royal Highness the Eighth Prince, do you think Chu Qianye can draw his sword?" In the huge viewing platform, a young man with a feather fan, looking at the ring, half guessed, "This Feng Qili is not weak, and it has been a long time. After the battle, he shouldn't lose to Chu Qianye."

The boy with a deep gaze said: "Don't use martial arts cultivation as a measure of the strength of a martial artist. Martial arts cultivation is only part of the strength of a martial artist. Enlightenment is the most important thing. Chu Qianye can go all the way to the present. Because, as well as his sword intent. He has such a terrifying sword intent at the age of eighteen or nineteen. If he guessed correctly, he should learn from Jian Batian. Only that old monster can teach such a terrifying disciple."

The young man with a feather fan was very surprised. He didn't expect that he would give Chu Qianye such a high evaluation.

"His Royal Highness, this young man is worthy of deep friendship. He is a powerful arm of the crown prince."

The mang-robed boy did not take the stubborn words, but said to himself: "My emperor brothers, only my seventh brother has the most strength to compete with me for the crown prince. He clings to the Xu family, and it does have a headache."

"When this ring is over, you entertain him, remember, this kind of cultivation genius can't rush for quick success and make quick gains, you must do what you like."

The young lupin nodded gently.

"I will let people investigate now."

The mang-robed boy stared at the ring, gently turned his jade pull finger, his eyes were deep, and he nodded lightly.

"Draw the sword." Feng Qili said seriously.

Unfortunately, Chu Qianye was already unmoved.

"Roar!"

Feng Qili was angry and roared, his bones all over his body slapped and muffled, while he was holding a black gun, stepped on the sole of his foot, and then slammed forward.

As far as the spear was reaching, a faint black glow passed by, along with the slight distortion of the void!

"Sky Splitting Spear Art, a top-ranking yellow martial skill!"

When Feng Qili used the marksmanship, the sharp-eyed people immediately recognized the marksmanship.

The spear slammed into Huanglong and ran towards Chu Qianye's front door.

Such a terrifying attack, no matter how strong Chu Qianye's cultivation is, he will inevitably retreat, otherwise he can only greet him with a sword.

Seeing such a thunderous blow, everyone secretly guessed.

Chu Qianye awakened the martial soul, and profound energy flowed out quickly following the chakra.

"Leading sword seal."

Chu Qianye's heart moved, and the war sword in his palm was still chopped out with the scabbard. Everyone saw three or four war swords in a daze, and went straight to Feng Qili.

"Snapped!"

Feng Qili was knocked out, and the gun with terrifying power rushed towards the spectator. Everyone showed a panic expression.

Among them, most of them are high-ranking officials and wealthy people. They come here to watch the game for entertainment, but not to take their own lives.

Just as the spear was thrown out and smashed into the viewing platform, a slightly hunched figure appeared, and his skinny palms protruded from his sleeves, violently producing a terrible suction force, attracting the spear to his side. .

"Guardian of the Arena!"

When all the warriors saw this person, their hearts were stunned.

The old man looked hunched, but no one dared to take it lightly.

Chu Qianye was also secretly surprised. The old man in front of him didn't have the slightest aura in his body, just like an ordinary old man.

Naturally, he would not think so, the pressure exuding from gestures was like pressing the top of a huge mountain, breathing and profound energy became slightly stagnant.

The old man faintly swept towards Chu Qianye, showing an expression of appreciation.

He has been guarding this fighting arena for nearly a hundred years, and he has watched many battles in secret, except that he has never seen Chu Qianye like this. He is a trick from start to finish, and his body has never moved.

He could see that the main reason why Chu Qianye was able to do this was his sword intent and mysterious technique.

Many people may have overlooked this, but he did not!

Chu Qianye fought for eight games in a row, and the profound energy in his body should be consumed extremely quickly, but he felt that there was a faint suction force around Chu Qianye's body at any time, seizing the profound energy between heaven and earth, swallowing opponent's strength.

What an overbearing technique is this, it seems that the entire Chishui County can't find such a person.

Who is this boy and from whom?

Chu Qianye didn't know what the old man was thinking.

The old man appeared and left soon.

The fourth stage of the Yellow Extreme Realm, defeat the sixth stage of the Yellow Realm?

Many people took a deep breath.

Chu Qianye has fought eight games in a row, and he hasn't lost the battle.

Feng Qili clutched his chest and got up with difficulty. His expression was quite ugly. From beginning to end, he didn't even touch the corner of Chu Qianye's clothes.

"How could this be..."

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He stared at Chu Qianye, who was standing upright, feeling extremely bored. He didn't see how Chu Qianye waved the scabbard, the three-handed physical sword print, and he caught him off guard.

"Feng Qili couldn't force him to use his sword. This guy is terrible. How old is he and how can he be so strong?"

The seventh prince in the corner also showed a solemn expression on his face: "This kid's sword intention state has at least reached the small extreme position of perfection, and may even be the middle extreme position."

At this moment, Xiaoya was also very shocked. Chu Qianye's strength exceeded her expectations.

"How is this possible, in the realm of Jian Yi, the strength actually surpasses the level two martial arts cultivation base?" The young man holding a feather fan was shocked.

"You are wrong. Although his sword spirit level has reached the minimum level of consummation, this is not his greatest reliance. Haven't you noticed it? He looks the same up to now, and the profound energy in the Qi pool seems to be completely depleted. The eighth prince said with venomous eyes, "Chu Qianye's physical body is comparable to the sixth level of the Yellow Extreme Realm, and it also has high-priced exercises and martial arts. Feng Qili was unjustly defeated."

The man with a feather fan twitched his mouth slightly.

"There is no flaw in the slightest, all recruit and defeat the enemy!"

"It's worthy of being a disciple of Jianhou Mansion, worthy of the name."

If they hadn't witnessed it with their own eyes, I'm afraid they would not believe it.

The ninth warrior is a woman in a green shirt, holding a soft jade sword, which is thin and full of killing.

This woman stood in front of Chu Qianye, carefully observing Chu Qianye's every move, trying to find any flaws, but soon she was disappointed, Chu Qianye looked calm and stood quietly in the middle of the battle platform.

She moved with lotus steps, and the soft jade sword brought a cold glow, rushing to him as fast as lightning, fierce and accurate, and with a cold sword aura.

Chu Qianye finally showed a serious expression.