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Jueming looked at Qin Hao who was walking up. For some reason, his usually calm heart was a little shaken.

Naturally, he doesn't value the Sword God's inheritance. His master is one of the ten great masters as famous as the Sword God, and the inheritance he possesses is not inferior to that of the Sword God's successor.

However, the Sword God's status is so high and his influence on the world is so great that his descendants have no record of becoming famous in this arena, but once they appear, they are still respected by people all over the world. The best young talents.

This is the general trend. Qin Hao has the general trend from the Sword God. This general trend is the reason why his mood fluctuates.

Jueming recited a Buddha's name softly, looked at Qin Hao, and said:

"Donor Qin, I have long admired your name."

Qin Hao nodded slightly as a return gift.

He didn't bother to say any more hypocritical polite words. The rules of today's Hundred Flowers Banquet were changed because of him, just to suppress the momentum of his rise, or in other words, to suppress the sword god master.

Based on this, Qin Hao could vaguely guess that the disappearance of the Sword God Master might be related to the person behind the Hundred Flowers Banquet.

He didn't believe that anyone could trap the master, and he couldn't detect the hidden secrets with his current abilities.

The only thing he can do now is to crush their plan with an absolutely strong performance.

Qin Hao slapped the sword box with his palm, and Long Yuan Sword came out.

He raised his sword and pointed it at Jueming, and said in a deep voice:

"Are you going to fight or leave?"

Qin Hao's directness made Jueming a little unresponsive, and the people in the audience were also a little surprised.

After all, this is the Hundred Flowers Banquet, and everyone is a person of status. Regardless of whether they fight or not, they will basically exchange greetings. There is no one like Qin Hao.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Qin Hao said calmly:

"If you don't fight, let someone else come up."

Jueming smiled slightly, held the Demon-Conquering Pestle in his hand, raised it slightly, and assumed a fighting posture.

"Please enlighten me."

Jueming said.

Qin Hao raised his sword directly without saying a word.

His sword intention was restrained and completely attached to the Long Yuan sword without any leakage.

Qin Hao's sword was just the simplest straight thrust. It was also a sword technique that he had practiced more than a million times under the training of the sword god master.

Fast, unparalleled fast, this is everyone's first impression of Qin Hao's sword.

Jueming's reaction was not slow. The phantom had already condensed the moment Qin Hao drew out his sword. When the sword tip approached, the golden phantom suddenly clasped his hands together and clamped Qin Hao's Longyuan Sword.

But Jueming's expression suddenly changed, and the demon-conquering pestle in his hand was immediately placed in front of him. A loud sound sounded in everyone's ears, like the bells of an ancient temple, and their expressions could not help but change slightly.

Jueming flew out upside down. After landing, his steps were still unsteady and he took four or five steps back.

The crowd watching the battle was shocked. They all knew very well how strong Jueming was. He was almost a pre-determined candidate for the Talent List, and it was said that he could be ranked in the top twenty-five.

Don’t underestimate the top twenty-five, because most of the people at the top of the list are basically old people who were on the list of the previous generation. They are under thirty years old and still have the qualifications to stay on the list. Newcomers want to be on the list, but few can make it into the top twenty.

In other words, Jueming's strength is already at the top level among newcomers.

But such strength was still suppressed by Qin Hao's sword. One can imagine how strong Qin Hao is.

Qin Hao was quite satisfied with this sword. After condensing the twelfth drop of essence and blood, his strength was greatly improved.

When Jueming had just stabilized, Qin Hao stepped forward again, still using the same simple straight thrust.

Jueming no longer had the slightest sense of contempt. His legs sank, and the golden energy from his body overflowed outwards. The demon-conquering pestle in his hand suddenly glowed with golden light.

"Secret, divine power."

Jueming shouted softly, and in an instant, everyone seemed to feel that a terrifying alien beast was awakening.

Jueming took half a step back and slammed the demon pestle in his hand towards Qin Hao who was stabbing him.

Qin Hao's figure did not move, his upper body tilted slightly to the side, and the Longyuan sword in his hand was like a floating catkins, facing the demon-subduing pestle that Jueming had smashed down.

This seemingly light sword actually caused the direction of Jueming's thundering pestle to shift slightly, and hit the ground beside Qin Hao.

"clang"

A loud noise was heard, and terrifying air waves flew up. Those who were closer even had to take action to protect themselves with Qi to prevent the wine table in front of them from being overturned.

But even so, the violent vibration still knocked over the wine glasses and bottles on their table.

Qin Hao's sword was completely impromptu. Thinking of the essence of Tai Chi on the earth, he could move a thousand pounds in four ounces.

With the power of four taels, it is natural that he cannot move a thousand gold, but with the strength of ten thousand kilograms as his foundation, he can naturally deflect Jueming's terrifying attack as if it were a light weight.

Jueming's reaction was extremely quick, and he immediately retreated before the attack was successful.

But Qin Hao was faster than him.

The Long Yuan Sword in his hand thrust forward again, as if following him like a shadow, unable to get rid of him at all.

A golden light flashed in Jueming's eyes, and he whispered, "Secret treasure, divine power."

In an instant, his speed suddenly increased, and even the air was filled with deafening explosions of air.

But even so, Qin Hao still pursued him and stabbed him with his sword.

Jueming was shocked. He didn't expect that he couldn't even get rid of the magical movement.

In a hurry, he could only raise the demon pestle to greet him.

The terrifying strength and the sharp energy that made his scalp numb poured onto him without reservation.

His huge body was sent flying dozens of meters and landed on the edge of the ring.

Jueming's throat felt sweet, and a mouthful of blood reached his mouth, but he forcefully swallowed it back.

Jueming knelt on one knee, covering his chest with one hand, and supporting his body with the Demon-Conquering Pestle with the other.

Qin Hao did not continue to attack, but looked at him from a distance and said calmly:

"You are not my opponent, why are you still fighting?"

Jueming felt unwilling to give in, but as Qin Hao said, he was indeed no match for Qin Hao. Even if he was unwilling to give in, there was nothing he could do.

Jueming stood up, placed one palm on his chest, bowed slightly and said:

"Donor Qin's martial arts skills are so great that this poor monk feels inferior to him."

After saying that, he turned around and walked off the ring.

Qin Hao pointed the long sword diagonally at the ground, looked around, and said coldly:

"Next."

Everyone looked at each other, not daring to look at him.

Someone in the audience whispered:

"The descendant of the Sword God is really extraordinary, so powerful."

"Otherwise, how could you be favored by the Sword God and accepted as a disciple? And have you discovered a problem?"

"what is the problem?"

"He...has no energy fluctuations on his body..."