Chapter 1292: Imperial weapon

The young monks were looking at Qin Hao with admiration.
The male monks are also talking about it.
"Shao Qin, this guy finally appeared!"
"Yes! The last time he came here was a year ago!"
The audience in the audience began to talk, "The next thing Qin Hao, the young man of the Qin family will fight against is the Northeast Majia Ma Sandao!"
The Qunying Pavilion meeting place boiled again, and it had not been so lively for a long time.
Ma Sandao relied on an extremely exquisite imperial weapon technique, and after several days and nights of fierce battle, it was not defeated.
He had heard about the name of Qin Hao, the eldest member of the Qin family, but he didn't expect to meet him in Qunying Pavilion today.
A year ago, Qin Hao became the master of the Qunying Pavilion with a hand of Qin Jiaquan.
One year later, Qin Hao's strength must have improved a lot.
Because of this, as long as Ma Sandao can step on Qin Hao's head, he can easily prove his true strength.
"Master Qin, please!" Ma Sandao flew into the ring and jumped onto the ring, his face calm and calm, but his heart was turbulent.
He can't wait to defeat Qin Hao and prove to everyone that he is the real champion of the Qunying Pavilion.
"I've heard the name of Ma Gongzi from the Northeast Majia! It's really fortunate for Qin to compete with Ma Gongzi today!" Qin Hao smiled, but he didn't regard Ma Sandao in his heart. Own opponent.
After a year, his strength has improved greatly, and he is only one step away from the realm of the expansion phase.
He thinks that the contest with Ma Sandao is just a waste of his time, but it can be used to frighten Lin Tiancheng, who doesn't know the height of the earth.
As soon as the referee's gesture came down, Ma Sandao seized the opportunity to preemptively.
The three small knives in his hand turned into three rays of light, as if dazzling and harsh lightning hit Qin Hao's vitals.
But these three small knives are different from ordinary hidden weapons. Under the control of Ma Sandao, they seem to have life, changing positions back and forth, and the angle of attack becomes extremely tricky.
Many monks who hadn't stepped into the foundation building strength showed a hint of wonder on their faces. The dazzling white light made their eyes narrowed into a gap, and they were suffocated by Ma Sandao's operations like clouds and water.
The true energy in Qin Hao's body was rushing towards his fists, and with a thunder, his fists flashed golden light.
The golden light seemed to be more dazzling than the white light. As Qin Hao waved his fists against the three white lights, the ring of the Qunying Pavilion rose for two rounds of scorching sun.
At the same time that these three shining white knives flew out, Ma Sandao's figure left a few afterimages, his fists were as fast as lightning, and they slammed into Qin Hao's chest at an invisible speed.
However, the speed of Qin Jiaquan seemed even more suffocating. Not only did he easily resist Ma Sandao's close attack, the golden light collided with three white lights.
The two rounds of scorching sun glowed hot, and the silver-white knife was dancing like a silver snake, and the powerful force bombarded them together to twist the void.
However, Qin Hao's Qin Family Fist seemed even more terrifying, and the shadow of the fist cracked everywhere.
The collision of the two energies centered on the ring, and powerful energy fluctuations spread, wave after wave.
This powerful pressure caused the audience to fall apart, and the relatively weak ones were even knocked to the ground directly, which was extremely terrifying.
Just when the audience was still in fear, Ma Sandao was unwilling to give up three white lights once again.
Under the control of his hands, the six small knives resembled lightning-like silver snakes, and once again shot quickly towards Qin Hao.
Qin Hao straddled half a step with his left foot, his figure resembling a golden bell landing, and the golden light above his fists shot out again.
Lin Tiancheng saw that Qin Hao's Qin Jiaquan speed was still accelerating, leaving six shadows in front of him to easily catch the six-handled knives, while the fists shining with golden light collided with Ma Sandao's fists. .
"Crack!" A crisp sound of fracture made the entire ring violently shake, and the powerful energy fluctuations agitated once again.
Ma Sandao's right hand was broken, but his face was grinning, and his left hand changed weird techniques.
The small knife stuck in Qin Hao's hand was drawn by a mysterious force, and he was about to escape from the golden light.
The blood dripped from both fists, and Qin Hao realized that a transparent and extremely tough sky silk was tied to the knife.
The only thing to celebrate is that Ma Sandao didn't put poison on the silk on this day, otherwise he would not be able to take the blade empty-handed.
The fracture of Ma Sandao's right hand only resulted in a few drops of Qin Hao's blood, and the situation seemed a little clearer.
"I'm very sorry! If your strength is like this, I'm afraid your left hand will be lost!" Qin Hao snorted coldly.
Celestial silk is an extremely rare treasure, crystal clear, cut iron like mud, can kill people invisible.
However, to Ma Sandao's surprise, Qin Hao's fingers were not cut by the silk.
Practicing Qin Jiaquan made Qin Hao's hands look like molten iron, and ordinary moves couldn't hurt him at all.
However, the Celestial Silk actually cut his finger, which made him extremely angry.
"This is what you forced me!" Ma Sandao's aura became even more terrifying, his body was firmly nailed there like an iron stake, and the clothes on his body were hunted and hunted by the strong wind.
"Huh!"
Ma Sandao yelled, and his pure white exercise suit instantly exploded six mouths on his chest.
The practice clothes were dyed bright red, and vague flesh and blood were also faintly visible in the blood mouth, and blood was constantly gurgling out.
"Hi, hiss, hiss!"
Six small knives emitting dark purple smoke actually crawled out of his chest like a live centipede.
A monk with a whisk in his hand frowned when he saw this scene: "I really didn't expect the Northeast Ma family to practice such evil techniques! He even used his ribs as bone knives and fed with body essence and blood!"
Another monk with horoscope eyebrows nodded: "Well! This may be the most terrifying part of Imperial Weapon Art. Humans and weapons are connected with each other, reaching the realm of the unity of humans and weapons!"
"Woo..." The six-handle bone knife turned out to be a gloomy black cry like a hungry chick.
"Baby! You must have been waiting a long time!" Ma Sandao opened his left hand, and six dark purple bone knives appeared in his palm.
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