Soul Emperor Martial God

"You..." Qin Hao frowned, his face a little ugly.

Xiao Yi ignored it, but handed the Leng Yan sword in his hand to Fang Muxue's hand.

"Take it." Xiao Yi said lightly.

"Give it to me?" Fang Muxue took it, and she was taken aback for a moment, feeling the faint residual temperature on the hilt, and smiled slightly.

After that, Fang Muxue frowned.

"Without the sword, how does Young Master Xiao Yi fight?"

"Heh." Xiao Yi smiled faintly, "This kind of battle, with swords but not swords, makes little difference to me."

Xiao Yi temporarily borrowed Leng Yanjian from Fang Muxue, first, so that Fang Muxue could cope with the battle.

After all, the middle-grade holy artifacts are rare and extremely powerful.

As far as he knows, even for the Qin family, there is only one, and it is in the hands of the old Patriarch Qin.

Patriarch Qin wouldn't hand over these kinds of treasures to outsiders, at best it might be in Qin Hao's hands.

Fang Muxue had the Leng Yan sword in hand, and it was enough to deal with such a melee.

Second, it is this kind of battle, for Xiao Yi, there is really no difficulty at all.

In my impression, Xiao Yi hadn't participated in this kind of battle with the younger generation Tianjiao for a long time.

Cang...

Xiao Yi flicked the blade of the Leng Yan sword with his fingertips, and the blade made a crisp scream.

After that, Xiao Yi turned around and ignored the melee here.

Qin Hao looked at Xiao Yi and frowned, "As far as I know, you are a sword repairman."

"A sword repairer, even the sword is gone, what do you use to fight me?"

Xiao Yi's face was indifferent, a flash of light in his hand, a cold sharp sword, condensed out.

"A sword condensed with vitality?" Qin Hao narrowed his eyes. "You want to fight me with this kind of thing?"

Xiao Yi shook his head, "It's enough to defeat you."

"You... rampant." Qin Hao finally showed a touch of anger on his face.

Whoosh... Qin Hao's figure instantly disappeared in place, and he shot immediately.

Bang...

Xiao Yi slashed out, and Qin Hao banged his palm.

The palm and the sword clashed, and there was a loud noise.

Qin Hao's palm was intact; on the contrary, there was a crack in Xiao Yi's sword.

"Huh? Half a step Sage Emperor?" Xiao Yi frowned slightly.

In Xiao Yi's perception, Qin Hao's cultivation reached the ninth level of the Saint King Realm.

And the power of the palm just now definitely surpassed the full strength of the nine layers of the Saint King Realm, reaching a half-step Saint Emperor.

The sword in his hand was just a condensed primal force, it was not very strong, and cracks appeared instantly.

"Your sword can't hold my second palm." Qin Hao smiled contemptuously.

"You can try." Xiao Yiyi was not afraid, his body's vitality was instantly mobilized, and the sword in his hand was instantly solidified.

Bang...

Qin Hao shot out again with a palm, while Xiao Yi shot out with a sword.

This time, the sword in Xiao Yi's hand was undamaged.

However, Qin Hao frowned tightly, even his face was extremely ugly.

"Greatly mobilize the vitality of your body and forcefully raise the level of the sword in your hand."

"Are you going to fight against me? Fight this kind of boring means?"

"Xiao Yi, if your true ability is only here, then I am no longer interested in fighting with you, and you are not worthy."

Qin Hao let out a cold sigh, then took another palm.

However, this time, a black flame surged in his palm, which was terrifying.

With the palm out, Black Flame attached to the sword, and the sword in Xiao Yi's hand instantly collapsed.

Afterwards, Hei Yan's momentum and eruption shook Xiao Yi back ten steps in an instant.

The fighting between the two was extremely fast.

It seemed that Xiao Yi was shaken back and fell into a disadvantage after just a meeting.

In the distance, Fang Muxue exclaimed, "Young Master Xiao Yi."

"Don't worry about me, concentrate on your own battle." Xiao Yi said without looking back, looking directly at Qin Hao.

"Hei Yaoyanhuo, that's it, Hei Yaoyan ring is in your hands."

See it more seriously, on Qin Hao's palm fingers, a ring that emits black light is extremely dazzling.

That was the Hei Yaoyan Ring, and it was also the Qin Family's treasure, the only middle-grade holy artifact.

The black flares ring contains the black flares, and the wearer of the martial artist has the power to control the black flares.

Hei Yaoyan, the top flame, is known as the strangest fire under the powerful flame in the world.

On the rank, it is on the same level as the Jin Yan Holy Fire.

However, the Jinyan Holy Fire is the rarest flame under the powerful flame in the world, and it has healing properties.

And Jin Yan himself tended to burst into flames.

Hei Yaoyanhuo tends to have a terrifying burning power, as well as the intractability of maggots attached to bones.

This is a bit like Amethyst Lingyan, but not as strong as Amethyst Lingyan.

The most weird fire under the mighty flame in the world deserves it.

"It has some eyesight." Qin Hao looked at Xiao Yi disdainfully.

"If the middle-grade holy artifact in your hand is still there, you might be able to fight me."

"Now, what are you going to fight with me? Get out of here."

When the voice fell, Qin Hao shot again.

Under the agile figure, with wind-like speed and thunder-like fierceness.

In a flash, he had come to Xiao Yi and blasted out with a heavy palm.

In his palm, Hei Yaoyan kept surging.

"Fast speed." Xiao Yi's pupils shrank.

Boom...a loud sound.

Xiao Yi was blasted directly into the air for several tens of meters, and a flame scar was very obvious on his chest.

Qin Hao is the eldest son of the Qin family, who has been nurtured by the family since childhood.

The cultivation techniques, martial arts, secret techniques, etc., are all above the holy rank, and the combat power is amazing.

"So strong." Many warriors looked shocked around the spectators.

Among them, most of them are forces supporting the Fanggu family.

On the side of the eight halls watching the game, several deputy hall masters also frowned.

"Vice-Hall Master Xiao Yi is big this time."

"The reason why middle-grade sacred artifacts are rare, and why they are important treasures, is coveted by everyone."

"It's because it increases the strength of the martial artist too much."

"Qin Hao has the Black Yaoyan Ring in his hand, and Xiao Yi's deputy hall master is empty. The difference between the two is instantly reflected."

On the martial arts stage, Qin Hao was full of disdain, "With such strength, I dare to be arrogant and dare to provoke my Qin family?"

After the words fell, Qin Hao's figure disappeared again.

"Hei Yaozhang." Qin Hao's speed was surprisingly fast, and he instantly appeared in front of Xiao Yi.

In the palm of his hand, the black flame surging again, and the power is several times stronger than before.

Hei Yaozhang, holy martial arts, one of the famous martial arts of the Qin family.

With Qin Hao's cultivation base and strength, coupled with the increase of the Black Yaoyan Ring, all the words that broke out in the martial arts of the Holy Rank.

This palm is absolutely far superior to the full force of Nangong Yan's previous sword force.

This palm, even if the Qin elders contend with it, they have to retreat.

"This palm will take your life." Qin Hao yelled coldly.

A fierce palm hit Xiao Yi's chest again.

Xiao Yi's expression was still indifferent, as he watched Qin Hao's booming palm, he slashed out with all his strength.

The sword came out, the starlight surged and rolled over.

However, the starlight had only just emerged, and it had instantly collapsed under the wind.

Qin Hao's palm was like a broken bamboo, and it hit Xiao Yi heavily.

"Puff." Xiao Yi spewed out blood, and was blasted for 100 meters.

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