Chapter 838: The last three swords!

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This war has not yet begun, they already know the ending: Zonghe Wang defeated North, and the second situation will not happen!
The center of Yanwuchang.
Zonghe Wang was not calm. He didn't expect it at all. After his best effort, Qin Yi, a man who was angry with man and god, was able to stand here unharmed, even his fur was not hurt.
Such a battle scene was not what he wanted.
At this time, he was shocked and irritated, but he still forced himself to maintain his proper demeanor: "Boy, you really exceeded everyone's expectations, but the final result of this battle will definitely make you feel. broken!"
"If you want to fight, you can fight. If you don't, you can get away. Where is so much nonsense?"
Qin Yi said lightly.
"you wanna die!"
Zonghe Wang roared, completely furious, and could no longer maintain his demeanor.
next moment.
Carrying the Scarlet War Sword, he once again murdered Qin Yi.
"Honghuang Nine Swords-Fourth Sword!"
"Honghuang Nine Swords-Fifth Sword!"
"..."
The violent Zonghe Wang chopped out one knife after another, and every time a knife was chopped, the blood-colored knife awn was about five feet longer than the previous one, and it was extremely fierce.
Endless sword spirit, raging the audience, filled with no inch of space here.
Everyone around, looking at the soul, was an uncontrollable shudder, the endless blade of gas. Before this, they had never seen such a powerful attack.
In the blink of an eye, Zong and Wang split three knives in one breath.
In the face of the crazy Zonghe Wang, Qin Yi has always been quite calm. His confrontation is very straightforward, that is, he fists up and greets the stronger blood-colored sword.
At this moment, his fist, as if it were a fist punched by the ancient emperor Xiangu, shattered everything, and all the blood-colored knives split by Zong and Wang were shattered one by one.
too strong!
The whole Yanwuchang was so quiet that only the fighting sounds of Qin Yi, Zong and Wang, and everyone on the field opened their mouths in amazement and shook their chins.
Even Daohe Wang and Xianxian Wang, both of them had a horrified look on their faces. They knew that Qin Yi was very strong, but they didn't expect that this young boy had unknowingly tyrannized it like this. To the point, with bare hands, he took the six swords from Zong He Wang's "Honghuang Nine Knife".
Moreover, it is unprecedented.
If we only discuss this power and physical defense, even the two of them feel that it is better to sigh.
Seeing such a scene, Huangfu Shangyi, Fu Qingqing, and Liluo in the crowd finally felt a little relieved. They felt that this time the Demon Trial did seem to have given Qin Yi, and there was no small Promote.
However, they did not completely rest assured that Zonghe Wang was not the ordinary court guard, but the pinnacle grand master in the Holy See. His "Honghuang Nine Swords" only had six swords, only three Knife.
The next three knives, the power is absolutely unimaginable, you know, this is the strongest three hits of Zonghe Wang.
"Boy, your excellence is indeed beyond everyone's imagination, but I still have three knives, and I haven't cracked, it depends on whether you can resist my last three knives!"
Zonghe Wang's rose and fell violently. At this time, no adjective could describe the shock in his heart. Above his face, there is a thick murderous intention.
The better Qin Yi performed, the stronger his fearfulness was, and the more he wanted to kill it in the cradle.
And the last three swords!
Qin Yi breathed out a breath. At this moment, there was also a violent fighting in his chest, full of black hair, and no wind.
He had to admit that Zonghe Wang was very strong, and even exceeded his expectations. If it had not been in the Demon Realm before, he had obtained the golden element seed, allowing him to directly double his strength. At this time, after Zonghe Wang Liudao, I was already afraid of being quite tragic.
Of course, defeat is impossible, because he still has the ancient martial arts of "The Seven Forms of Heavenly Demon", which has not yet been exhibited.
"Honghuang Nine Swords-Seventh Swords!"
Zong He and Wang burst into a roar, and the tall body suddenly rushed out of the inner power of the Zong Dao like a huge wave. The air around them was twisted violently, as if they were going to shatter directly.
"Boom!"
Zonghe Wang's broad soles stomped fiercely on the ground, and the whole earth shook abruptly, and the ground directly cracked a gap half a meter wide.
Others were out of Baizhang, with the help of this stomping force, towards the teenager in front, rushed out, and at the same time clasped the sword with both hands, slashed out from the air, and chopped out a knife full of thirty feet , Directly through the sky, to cut all the momentum, and slashed toward Qin Yi.
A hundred feet away, the young man felt the air of the sword, rushing towards himself like a row of mountains.
His eyes were slightly condensed, looking at the madly cut gadgets, the handsome face, and suddenly became murderous.
"Cappa ..."
As he threw up the magic of "The Seven Forms of Heavenly Demon", the pictures that had appeared countless times appeared again, only to hear the sound of a bone transition in his left hand, and the palm quickly changed. Big, in between, it becomes full-footed, demon lingering, dark.
At the same time, Qin Yi's body was lingering with a faint trace of ancient devil qi. His aura quickly changed, as if it were a fairy demon head who suddenly came here, mysterious, ancient and powerful.
The seventh sword of Zonghe Wang is incredibly powerful, and it is no longer possible to face the game with bare hands. The use of "Seven Forms of Heavenly Devil" is the best choice.
"God, this is the ancient magic skill of the immortal!"
Seeing Qin Yi's left hand, it was suddenly dark and full of breadth. All the people around the room were all exclaimed, his body trembling uncontrollably.
"call……"
Zhang Kuan's left demon took a gust of wind and rolled away towards the blood-stained sabre that was chopping wildly. The speed of the palm appeared slow, in fact, it was almost to the limit.
"Click!"
Thirty feet of blood-colored sword awns, when they touched Tianmo's left hand, they shattered suddenly and turned into nothingness.
"The angry son of man and god, your immortal magic skills cannot defeat me!"
Zong and Wang roared. The whole person was like a beast with a mad hair. His hair was black, his roots were standing upright, and he was all over his body, showing a strong violent gas.
He was holding the battle sword in his hands and facing the front from the air, the young man who was already like the big devil of Xiangu had a stronger sword: "Honghuang nine swords-eighth sword!"