Super Treasure Hunter

In the tenth show of the Sky Tower, Zhao He ranked closely behind Luo Qiansha, if he could win him midweek.

Then it means that midweek is indeed capable of fighting Luo Qiansha.

Therefore, whether the strength of the week is boasted or not, naturally it will be clear after this battle.

"You are the Yingzun. I heard that the Shenbing Pavilion belongs to you. After the fight, create a big sword for me. I will be merciful and will not hurt you."

Zhao He was really straightforward and just said this. He secretly didn't know how many people had offended him, but he liked it in midweek.

This remark shocked all four people.

Although it is no secret that in the upper echelons, the Shadow Lord is the master of the Shenbing Pavilion, it is no different from explosive news to ordinary people.

Not to mention being able to compete on the same stage with the master of the Shenbing Pavilion, even if they meet the previous side, it will be enough for them to play for a half of their lives.

No wonder he had the confidence to challenge Luo Qiansha, because he had such a horizontal background.

The monk who had bought a boomerang in front of the middle of the week before, would surely be able to enter the top one hundred this time, could not wait to find a place to get in.

"That's natural, but you don't need to be merciful!"

The middle of the week smiled boldly.

The two immediately fought for a piece, and their swords collided, and the two could only see that they were fighting for a while.

"I'm going to be true. If I can't hold it, I will give up. I don't want to hurt you!"

During several rounds of trials, Zhao He knew that the mid-week was really powerful, not just a fancy, as the rumors said, so he planned to use his fist.

The attribute of Zhao He's power of darkness is the power of ruin, in layman's terms, it is ten guilds with one force.

To crush everything with absolutely powerful force, this fits the characteristics of a knife.

It is also the origin of such a title.

As Zhao He's decaying power was injected into the blade, after a few rounds, although there was no defeat, the mouth of the tiger's right hand holding the bone spear in Zhou Zhong was already numb.

"What a decaying power, I want to see if your decaying power is stronger, or my sword god's power is sharper!"

Zhou Zhong had already combined the power of the bones with the power of the sword god, and the power of the sword **** was naturally more powerful when attached to the sword.

But the midweek ambassador got used to the bone spear, and let him use the sword for a while, but he was really not used to it.

The strength of the bones gushes out, covering the bone spear, and recondensing it into a bone sword in Zhou Zhong's hand!

Although the power of the sword **** can also blend with the bone spear, it can never become one.

Intersected before, the power of the sword **** now floods into the bone sword, and in Zhou Zhong can feel a strong sense of excitement from the sword body.

The blade pointed directly at the sky, and the power of the sword **** on the surface made a faint buzzing sound, so sharp that even the surrounding void seemed to avoid the blade.

"The power of the sword **** is indeed well-deserved, so I asked for advice!"

Zhao He shouted, carrying a big knife, and leaping up. With the addition of the power of ruin, he slashed straight at the door of Zhouzhong with the sound of breaking wind.

Feeling such tyrannical power, swords have been opponents since ancient times.

You don't even need to control Zhou Zhong, the power of the sword **** in his body actually controls Zhou Zhong's body in turn.

Zhou Zhong did not suppress, letting the power of the sword **** control his body, he knew that the power of the sword **** carried pride.

The power of defeat is obviously a naked provocation.

In the midair, the Bone Sword was in Zhou Zhong's hand, drawing out one after another sword energy.

At this moment, the human sword is one, and every move exudes an extremely powerful Taoist rhyme.

Zhao He carried a big knife, one after another, breaking through the sword aura he had split in the middle of the week, his face flushed: "It's been a long time since I was so happy!"

"Memorial to Kyushu!"

Zhao He knew that if he dragged on like this, he would undoubtedly lose.

So he stopped dealing with the middle of the week, but directly sacrificed his own ultimate move, if the middle of the week could break open.

He chose to admit defeat and try his best to respect the strong.

He withdrew the previous, and his subordinates said mercilessly, if he wanted to know the strength of the week, he would never speak this sentence, it was an insult to his opponent.

The power of destruction directly magnified the blade, looking from a distance, Zhao He stood on the blade like a doll.

Immediately afterwards, the blade fell to the ground and plunged straight into the ground. The force of destruction shocked the entire stage.

Biting his finger, a drop of blood dripped on the knife, and the handle couldn't stop shaking.

Immediately afterwards, countless souls of swords with destructive power gushing out from the ground, along the blades inserted into the ground.

In the midair, a killing formation was put out, and everyone present was afraid.

Luo Qiansha's heartstrings in the stands couldn't help beating a few times. Even if he didn't try his best with such tyrannical combat power, I'm afraid he could only temporarily avoid the edge.

Qian's teasing eyes have now become full of expectation, and he murmured: "Don't just die like this, I must kill you!"

At the next moment, Luo Qiansha was ready to stop him, saving him in the middle of the next week would be more uncomfortable than killing him.

Luo Qiansha knows that there is still such a dignity that belongs to the strong in midweek.

But he was so wrong. Mid-Zhou was silent in mid-air, not because he was scared, but because he couldn't control his body at all.

The power of the sword **** is naturally disdainful to take advantage of others when the opponent is accumulating power.

Since he is called the Sword God, he is born proud.

At the moment when Zhao Hekun's killing formation took shape, the middle of the week moved, and there was no such thing as a powerful move.

Just stretched out his hand indifferently, raised the long sword, and swung a sword in the sky!

A simple and unpretentious sword, the sword energy cut through the void towards Zhao He.

"Away to Jane!"

This is a sword made by the power of the sword god.

As soon as the sword fell, Zhao He felt the threat of death, as if he was naked.

"Small!"

In front of that sword, all the moves disappeared, and there were only these two words in my mind.

"I surrender!"

At the same time, the penalty elder set off, and he also knew the power of this sword.

If left alone, Zhao He will undoubtedly die.

Suddenly, the meteor hammer in the hands of the penalty elder was cut in half, and one of his left arms was cut off abruptly.

It took an extremely heavy price to reluctantly introduce this sword energy into the air.

All four were stunned, the penalty elder was a strong black belt. With such a casual sword, Yingzun was cut off even with one arm of the weapon.

Could it be that this is another party, the party that year seemed to be fighting the penalty elders, taking the opponent's life unhurriedly.

I didn't think it was Luo Qiansha's opponent before, so he could do this with a single sword at will, Luo Qiansha was a slap.

The expression on Luo Qiansha's face was unpredictable and extremely exciting.