Ultimate Martial Divine King

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There are deep cracks on the stricken Douwu platform. A series of fierce battles have passed. Pang Ao of Yanying Team and Qi Teng of Juyan Team have been eliminated.

Contest accidents are rampant, and there have been many changes.

At this moment, thousands of spectators in the audience were looking at two people on the table.

The sword dynasty Qin Ying laughed, the Tian Luo dynasty was not strange at night ...

The spectators off the court were all making noise.

"The night is not weird, it will win!"

"Qin Ying laughs, come on!"

"Tian Luo Dynasty is the strongest."

"The sword dynasty is mighty!"

...

The voices of the stage were stacked, but the two on the stage were unmoved.

Ye Wuqiao's slightly strange and handsome face had a frivolous smile on his face, and looked intently at Qin Ying in front of him, smiling, and said, "You can shoot!"

"Huh!" Qin Ying smiled and held his sword at a slanting angle, and the dazzling sword edge was shining brightly.

"No, no, you are wrong!" Ye Bu smiled and shook his head, his eyebrows were full of peace, "I Ye Bu is very strict no matter how to treat any opponent. As for you, it is still Not qualified to be my opponent ... "

not qualified!

This sentence came out, full of contempt.

Everyone on the field frowned, fearing that no one could be more arrogant than the night is not strange.

Suddenly, Qin Ying's smile turned gloomy, and a strong murderous intention and surging sword force broke out from the body, crushing away towards the other side.

"It's not strange at night, I hope you can still be so calm when you meet ..."

"call out!"

The voice didn't fall, Qin Yingxiao dragged a series of virtual shadows directly on the table, and it flashed to the night without strangeness ...

However, Qin Yingxiao did not rush to launch the offensive, but stopped a few meters in front of the opponent.

"Buzz!"

There was a blast of sharp waves in the air, and Qin Ying laughed with a sword that wasn't tricky at night. A sharp sword air rolled up an astonishing murderous force to escape from the blade, and flew towards the other side.

Looking at it from a distance, the movement of this sword qi is very slow.

It feels like drifting slowly towards the night, even a three-year-old child can hide away.

But in fact, this sword spirit contains a very strong prestige, and the table space between the two is shaking and shaking violently. Immediately afterwards, when the sword Qi was about three or four meters away from the night, it suddenly accelerated for it, rising like a stream of lightning.

"Hey!" Ye Buqi raised his eyelids slightly, and a scornful ridicule appeared on his face.

Immediately, a domineering momentum was released from his body, and a pale white halo bloomed in the body of the night. The sound of a "bang!" Yu Yebu was shattered at a position less than one meter in front of him.

...

Immediately afterwards, Qin Ying smiled and quickly drew the sword in his hand. With a bang, an illusive figure separated from him.

"That is?"

Everyone on the field was shocked.

I saw that the illusive figure was exactly the same as Qin Yingxiao, holding a sword, and a strong sword radiating from all over his body.

"What is this?"

"Magic Sword Art!"

"Qin Yingxiao's famous stunt."

"Really? Then look carefully."

...

The separated phantom flashed to the left side of the night, but then, under the eyes of everyone in the field, there was still another phantom figure separated from the phantom on the left.

This phantom is also exuding a strong momentum, and flashed to the area behind the night.

The audience here did not have time to calm down from surprise, but a ghost like a ghost emerged from the ghost behind the night, and it was like the rapid speed of transformation and transposition. To the right ...

In an instant!

Around the night is not strange, has been surrounded by four Qin Ying laugh.

One body, three phantoms ... Dancing the long sword in the palm at the same time, the dazzling sword shadows crisscross, woven from all sides into a large sword net, which envelops the night innocence.

Gorgeous swordsmanship, powerful and murderous!

Countless people under the field are a little dazzled, and the true and the false are difficult to discern!

...

"Is this the so-called magic sword?"

Ye Bugui, who was trapped in all directions by the shadow of the sword, had a disdainful smile, and his eyes looked at the body of Qin Ying laughing in front of him.

"Hey, don't be too happy too soon!" Qin Ying laughed back and sneered, "My body can change its position at will with the ghost."

"Really? What about this?"

"Humph!"

The other side's contempt repeatedly made Qin Ying smile annoyed.

Immediately, four Qin Yingxiao burst into a powerful sword atmosphere at the same time, and the four sword nets went from the four different directions towards the central night bluff!

Everywhere Jian Jian went, the space shivered endlessly.

At the same time, Ye Buqi's body also released a mighty coercion.

A thick white mist suddenly spread out towards the surroundings, centering on the night's slyness.

The figure that is not strange at night is drowned in the mist.

...

"That is?"

"Is it the Ghost Mist?"

"That's right, it's the unclassified technique of the 'Feng Gui Clan'."

...

Ghost Mist Art?

Chuchen's eyes under the stage were slightly condensed, and Meiyu couldn't help a little more solemnity.

Together with the dense fog, the sharp sword energy released by Qin Yingxiao directly flew into the fog, but it felt as if he had entered a quagmire without being able to splash even the slightest turbulence.

Can this mist devour other forces?

Many of the geniuses on the field frowned and looked shocked.

...

"Huh, is it because you thought you were hiding in the fog, and I can't do anything with you?" Qin Ying smiled coldly, and his cold eyes revealed the coldness of a sword.

Then, without saying a word, together with three phantom shadows, he rolled up an incredibly powerful sword that rushed towards the fierce fog. The weird white mist quickly occupied Douwutai, and in a blink of an eye, it covered the area that was tens of meters long and wide.

The vision of Qin Yingxiao and the other three phantoms are connected, which is equivalent to having four pairs of eyes looking for the target.

Even if the other party is hiding in the fog, as soon as they are found, the four swords launch an offensive, and they can be killed instantly!

In the fog, the sword light flickered, and the real yuan surging ...

Everyone in the auditorium stretched their necks and watched with lame feet!

Of course, it was just a moment of effort. A dazzling aurora suddenly burst out. The sound of a sharp breaking wind stabbed everyone's eardrums. Together with a scream, the power of terror was like a flood Erupted from the fog like a blast.

The violent force on the ground constantly cracked open a deep trench.

The layers of rocks were lifted up, and the ground shattered.

"boom!"

The next second, a body of blood, a slumped wolverine figure flew directly out of the mist.

He fell heavily on the countertop and dragged a dozen meters of traces on the ground before stopping.

"It's Qin Ying laughing!"

"Oh my god?"

"what happened?"

...

This sudden scene stunned everyone here.

"What?" The sword dynasty monarch in the north loft couldn't help but stand up from his seat, his frown frowned like two dead silkworms, and his face was incredibly thick.

It happened too fast!

I was afraid that it was less than five seconds before the rainbow-like Qin Ying laughed and flew out of the fog. What happened inside? How did Ye Buqi shoot? No one can see clearly ...

Qin Ying was lying on the ground with a smile on his face, his swollen purple-red face twisted together, and on his chest, a deep wound of bone was directly extended from under the neck to the abdomen ...

Scarlet blood continued to flow, and the ground was stained with a large piece of red.

The whole region was in an unprecedented silence.

"Buzz ..."

The thick white mist quickly converged. Soon, a handsome young man in a red robe appeared again in the sight of everyone.

However, compared to the previous moment, countless people now look at each other's eyes full of deep fear and awe.

"you you……"

Qin Ying watched with trembling eyes as the night was not strange from far to near. He tried to reach out and touch the swords scattered on the side.

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"Ah ..." Qin Ying screamed in pain.

Everyone off the court felt that their scalp was tingling and their backs were cold.

"Hey!" Ye Bu smiled faintly, and looked at Qin Ying with a calm smile, "The biggest mistake you made was that you shouldn't point your sword at me ..."

Qin Ying's pupil narrowed sharply, and endless panic suddenly appeared on his face.

"boom!"

The next moment, accompanied by an extremely heavy shock and blast, a circle of majestic force waves sloshed on the stage like water ripples. With everyone's eyes full of horror, Qin Ying laughed and flew out again.

The sound of fragmented bones was clearly in the ears, Qin Ying burst into tears with laughter, and large blood burst from his mouth and body.

...

"Brother Yingxiao!"

The geniuses of several sword dynasty teams changed dramatically, and they flew off to pick up each other.

When the first person took Qin Ying's smile into his arms, the shock of a mountain-like horror suddenly swept through him. The man trembled fiercely, his sternum was cracked, his internal organs shifted, and scarlet blood dripped Gushing out of my mouth.

Several people who followed later were also shaken by the force of Qin Ying's laughter.

...

"hiss!"

The audience all took a sigh of relief, watching the little Qin Ying laughed and the injured genius of the sword dynasty team, and countless people trembled.

To what extent is this night's strangeness powerful?

It's no exaggeration to say that he is the second victory over Qin Ying!

After a brief death, the loud cheers from the Luo Dynasty guests followed that.

Night is not tricky!

World War I, Sejin Town!

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Four more, please, ask for flowers!

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