Chapter 330: Battle

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suddenly.
"Three types of bullying-the first type!"
He changed his moves, punched with a punch, and slammed into the huge knife that came from him, directly smashing it.
"Trust the to cut the eighth type!"
He Gong ’s support to the gods has been cast into the eighth type. In this type, the power is already twice that of the first type. The sharp half-moon scimitar is fierce and weird, marking a suffocating Huge knife.
"Three types of bullying-the second type!"
Qin Yi did not panic, calmly faced the battle, and slaughtered the third type and the second type. It was still a punch, smashing the fiercely hacked sword.
The sect of Taoism within him was surging like waves, plus the burning elemental fire seeds at Dantian, so that every punch he made had a force of millions.
This kind of force, even the Great Master Xuan Dao, who is at the peak of Xuan Dao 9 Realm, will be hit hard even if he does not die.
"Trust the to cut the ninth style!"
He Gong angered.
The ninth form of the Tenjin cut is already four times as powerful as the first form.
"Three types of bullying-the third type!"
Qin Yi punched, almost penetrated the world, and his fist and steel were still hard, welcoming He Gong.
The space around the fist was violently twisted, as if to break apart.
So amazing!
Qin Yi, a disciple who had just broken through the sect, actually lived up to the nine-style celestial who cut off He Gong, and what was even more disturbing was that he was always calm and calm.
"This kind of momentum is not something that ordinary people can have. It must be battle-hardened before it can be tempered."
The ancestor He who sat on the top of the stone steps couldn't help sighing at this moment: "Qin Yishi exhibited it, although it was only Xuan Dao martial arts, but his own momentum was much stronger than He Gong. And the speed and internal strength are not weak. He Gong wanted to defeat him, but he was afraid that it would not be easy. This disciple is amazingly talented. "
The immortal worshiper below has become quite gloomy. Qin Yi's emergence from the sky makes him uneasy.
The top ten disciples there, looking at Qin Yi on the ring, all showed an incredible look. The disciples in the lower rankings showed shame, and thought they were not Qin Yi ’s opponents. .
Huo Hua, Na Lan Yunfang and other top-ranking disciples are also secretly thinking, if Qin Yi challenges himself, how much is his chance of winning.
Above the ring.
"Trust the Tenth God!"
He Gong roared.
At the moment, his black hair was standing upright, and there was a violent gas all over his body. This beast-like appearance was very different from his usual lazy and casual image.
The endless senran was sharp and came out of the air, with a harsh roar of noise, slashing toward Qin Yi.
The tenth form of the Tenjin cut is six times as powerful as the first form!
"Furious formula!"
Qin Yi stood there proudly, looking at the knife-man's face like a suicide ghost's face.
He turned his palm into a fist, changed martial arts once again, and greeted the shocking sword.
All of a sudden, a violent air leaked from his body, and his whole person's temperament also changed greatly with this, his black hair fluttering wildly, in his chest, instantly It was a violent war.
"boom!"
Qin Yi punched with a punch, and the pressure from that fist revealed that the surrounding space was all crooked and distorted, and the momentum was ten thousand.
Rage tactics!
Seeing the young man on the ring, he suddenly hit such a domineering punch, and all the senior officials in the sect were horrified to stand up again, looking like a ghost, looking at the young man on the ring.
In the hearts of everyone, it is difficult to attach shock!
Not just because of the stunning punch of the teenager.
"Taboo Martial Arts Reappear!"
Among the eight elders, the immortal worshiper, after a stupefaction, his white face appeared again without a trace of a smile: "If so, this kid in front of him would not be against me Any threats. "
After he finished speaking, he let out a long breath, and the uneasy feeling that had grown in his heart disappeared in an instant.
He knows very well what the end result of practicing "Rage of Rage" is, that is, death, no accident will happen!
The elder who had not spoken, but his body shuddered suddenly, and the muscles on his face twitched: "Tragedy, the tragedy of Zongmen two years ago, happened again."
Some of the other high-level officials in the Zong Men sighed slightly, revealing regret, while others were gloating.
On the ring.
Qin Yi in the fierce battle, it is impossible to notice the movements of these high-level ancestors. At this moment, he is full of violent power, and every punch he punches is rushing with unparalleled strength.
Feeling the tyranny of Qin Yiquan's fist, He Gong was horrified in his heart and faced the battle with all his might.
"Trust God to cut the twelfth form!"
His support of the gods has come to the thirteenth style!
This type of power is already ten times the power of the first type, and just that knife energy is enough to hit any strong under the Zong Tao.
"Furious formula!"
Qin Yizhao's style remained unchanged, and he still faced the battle with a violent tactic.
Rage tactics, in fact, the move is not complicated, and it can even be said that it is not much smarter than "Bawang Quan", and its mystery lies in bringing a person into rage.
Once a person enters a violent state, his explosive power is definitely more than double that of usual.
Today, Qin Yi has trained the martial art of "Rage of Secrets" to the fourth stage of the half-step. It is entirely imaginable how powerful it is.
However, in spite of this, the opposite He Gong still did not fall, and his strength is also evident.
"Haha, this battle is really happy, but I want to see if you can resist my thirst.
He Gong suddenly laughed, showing his madness.
"Tuotianshen" has a total of eighteen forms, each of which is superimposed on power. He didn't believe that a kid who had just broken through the Taoism can still resist his eighteen types.
He Gong Yangdao!
Scimitar to the sky!
Endless killing intentions ravage the audience in an instant!
"Trust the to cut the fourteenth style!"
He Gong roared loudly, holding the knife in both hands, chopping down with force, and the trembling knife burst out of the air.
"Everything will end here."
A faint voice, but from the mouth of Qin Yi, slowly spit out.
"The Seventh Form of the Demon—The First Form!"
In the next moment, his temperament changed again. The whole person was like a demon who suddenly came here from the age of immortality. His whole body, even suddenly, had a trace of magic energy out of thin air.
"Pappa ..."
At the same time, there was a sudden sound of bones rising in his left hand, and his left hand became full.
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