Chapter 901: Lose both

And it was Wang Qiming that shocked the audience even more.
"Puff puff puff puff!"
On the arena, Wang Qiming danced his swords and fought wildly on the first floor. The two were like electricity, flashing constantly on the arena, and instantly fought at least a hundred moves.
Every move fell, there was an amazing roar, shaking the ring.
That terrifying energy swept away, containing the blade intent that destroys everything, and it was enough to tear ordinary Wu Zun powerhouses into pieces in an instant.
"Strong!"
"too strong."
"It's terrifying, how did that young man practice? So young, he had been fighting against the four great geniuses before, and he was still fighting on the first floor. Doesn't this person know what exhaustion is?"
Everyone was shocked and stunned.
Regardless of the intractable differences between Wang Qiming and the first floor battle, they seem to be equal, but everyone knows that the first floor has never been shot before, and he is in a state of peak.
On the other hand, Wang Qiming had played against the four masters of the Da'an Dynasty before. Even if he was given a certain rest time, he would definitely consume a lot of true power, and he was not in his heyday.
But as it is, the first floor did not have any advantage.
This……
One by one, their hearts trembled and felt incredible.
"puff!"
At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed. The body on the first floor was misty, like a killer sneaking in the dark. In the midst of frantic shots, he finally seized the opportunity to smash Wang Qiming's true power of body protection. A blood hole was left in his left arm.
With a muffled hum, Wang Qiming retreated, splashing blood from the blood hole in his right arm.
"injured."
"This guy is finally hurt."
"I almost thought that this person was made of iron, so I won't get hurt at all!"
The crowd was excited, as if it was them who had injured Wang Qiming, and they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
Until this time, everyone was relieved that no matter how strong Wang Qiming was, he was also a human being, and he would be invincible when he was injured.
"Wang Qiming shouldn't hide from the point just now. It seems that the previous battle did not cause him much trouble, but it also consumed some energy."
On the ring, Qin Chen shook his head, his expression calm.
If it's in a heyday, the point just now, the first floor may not hurt him.
"good chance!"
One finger hurt Wang Qiming, and the heart on the first floor was also overjoyed. His legs stomped on the ring again and again, and his figure suddenly became blurred, like a blurred afterimage, quickly rushing towards Wang Qiming.
"Ghost lost!"
In an instant, the first floor of the ring seemed to disappear, leaving only a vague black shadow, flashing crazily, but it was impossible to distinguish the direction.
"Fast speed."
"What kind of body is this? Why in my perception, the first floor has completely disappeared?"
"It's too fast, the naked eye and perception can't catch it."
"I can't even see the figure. If it is me who is fighting this person, how can I resist his attack?"
The crowd exploded, all shocked inexplicably.
Except for the unaffected masters of King Wu, there are many Wu Zuns on the field that can distinguish the position of the first floor, almost insignificant. Even some of the late stage 6 Wu Zuns only see the flickering black shadows, and they can't distinguish them. Clear the location of the first floor.
How can this not surprise them?
It deserves to be a genius assassin who has maintained the first floor in the Shadow Killing Building, the first assassin organization of the Da'an Dynasty for more than seven years. This kind of strength is violently shot, even for some martial masters at the peak of the late sixth stage, I am afraid it can cause enough Threat.
"Puff puff!"
Sure enough, under the attack of the first floor, Wang Qiming began to retreat frantically. This was the first time he took the initiative to retreat after standing on the stage for so long.
But it's useless. How could Wang Qiming's chance to relax on the first floor? The true power in the body is generally released when he is crazy, and the power of the blood is exerted to the extreme, and he continues to pursue the victory.
Blood splattered wildly, and Wang Qiming kept spurting blood.
"Lost, that kid will finally lose."
"It's still the first floor of the Da'an dynasty. He was a killer on the first day, and he was well-deserved."
"That kid, he's still a little tenderer, one step is wrong, one step is wrong, and a killer like this one on this floor will never give him a chance to comeback."
Everyone seemed to be able to see the scene of Wang Qiming's fall.
Below the ring, seeing the scene of You Qianxue, she couldn't help taking a step forward, holding the hilt of the sword with her right hand.
However, a hand suddenly appeared and pressed her right hand.
It's Qin Chen!
The palms interlaced, and a warm breath came, and You Qianxue's face suddenly flew two red clouds, while looking at Qin Chen suspiciously.
"Don't worry about taking the stage, Wang Qiming hasn't lost yet." Qin Chen said lightly while looking at the ring.
"Not defeated?"
You Qianxue raised her head suspiciously. Wang Qiming on the ring was dripping with blood. Looking back at the first floor, he became more and more courageous in the war. If he continues to fight, Wang Qi will obviously lose at any time. Why does Shao Chen still say that he is not defeated?
It's just that although she was puzzled in her heart, since Qin Chen spoke like this, You Qianxue didn't even hesitate. He stepped back on the foot he had stepped on.
In the hearts of this group of people, Qin Chen's words are like the holy words, and they never make mistakes.
At this moment, the situation on the court has reached the most critical juncture.
The wounds on his body are getting more and more, and Wang Qiming's footsteps are staggering, as if he has reached the end of the crossbow, and may not be able to persist at any time.
"Grab the yuan finger!"
When Wang Qiming was retreating, his footsteps suddenly staggered because of his injury. In an instant, a sharp light burst into his eyes on the first floor. Instantly seizing this opportunity, his whole body slammed into the sky and pointed frantically at Wang Qiming's chest.
"Fail!"
"boom!"
A black stream of light, like a phantom, came to Wang Qiming in an instant, containing an astonishing breath.
This refers to the ultimate trick on the first floor. No matter how hard Wang Qiming resists, he who is seriously injured at this moment will definitely be severely injured and defeated.
In the eyes of the first floor, the who was holding Zhizhu emerged, but the next moment, his expression instantly solidified, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.
Facing his mortal blow, Wang Qiming, who had been retreating quickly before, did not retreat, but took a weird step forward. At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly rippled with an astonishing knife intent and slashed towards the first floor.
It was a play that hurt both sides.
"not good!"
The first floor was shocked, but it was too late to escape.
"Puff!"
"boom!"
Two roars sounded. The first was the sound of the first floor penetrating Wang Qiming's body, but because Wang Qiming unexpectedly moved forward, it did not hurt his vitals.
And the second is the sound of Wang Qiming's sword hitting the first floor. In the splash of blood, the robes on the chest of the first floor were instantly shattered, and the whole person roared and flew out and fell heavily into the ring.