Chapter 82

"Without a trace for thousands of years, thousands of swords break the air!"

Qin Ming forcibly raised the ancient sword against the ferocious sword Qi, which was boiling.

Wonderful and shocking.

The sword Qi is unmatched. It annihilates all the sword Qi again, dispels the black tide and excites the iron sword.

However, Tieshan river was not affected at all. The Vietnam War became more and more fierce. Holding the iron knife in the tumbling, people and knives combined and killed Qin life again. The speed was faster and faster, and the blade was more and more fierce. It was dark and locked Qin's eyes. His face was expressionless. He attacked again and again. There was cold light everywhere, no human shadow, and only the blazing blade was stirring.

Qin Ming was even more fearless, with a surging sense of war. His blood was boiling all over. He picked up his sword and cut it. The sound of clanging and cracking kept coming out.

battle! press forward with indomitable will!

This is the battle he wants! The top of the mountain is sinking. Sword Qi and knife Qi completely cut the top of the mountain.

The soaring light is dazzling, and the strong black air is cold and piercing.

The fierce confrontation and ferocious offensive not only made Qin Ming and TIESHANHE fight madly, but also made all parties excited and cheered one after another.

This is the battle of the eight tea parties, and this is the most powerful meeting of the eight new generations in the northern region.

marvellous! Wonderful! Not only many martial artists in the Lingwu realm lament themselves, but also many strong ones in the Xuanwu realm are filled with endless emotion. It is worthy of being a genius trained by eight schools. It's too powerful.

Those Wangfu eyeliners are busy recording, these disciples are too strong, later must pay close attention.

Qingge and yeluozhan frown and pay serious attention to the battlefield on the top of the mountain. They are two wizards who have been trained with great strength. There is no doubt that they can make such a momentum. However, looking at Qin life and iron mountain and river with fierce battles, they think they have something less. It is a kind of determination and madness, a kind of self-confidence and wildness, It is a kind of tenacity that goes crazy for martial arts.

In the fierce black air and the sword Gang all over the sky, Qin ordered to pick out the "mountain and river heavy sword" again. The ancient sword fell like a huge mountain, and the broken mountain top hummed and sank. However, Tieshan and river did not dodge, and people and knives were like one. He did not have any fancy moves, but it was like endless mystery. His offensive opened and closed, but he hid thousands of killing opportunities.

The sword and the sword collided again. They all hit each other between electric light and flint. It didn't look abnormal, but there was an unspeakable depression in an instant. The sword and the sword rushed straight into the air and collapsed in chaos. The interweaving of strong light and black tide formed a wonderful and gorgeous scene.

Qin Ming and Tieshan River were shocked and flew out. They coughed up blood constantly, like fallen dead leaves. After landing, they climbed out of the top of the mountain together. But their eyes were especially bright. They twisted their waist in mid air at the same time, landed steadily on the hillside, rushed at full speed, and stamped into the air at the moment when they rushed to the top of the mountain.

Iron sword to ancient sword! Qin's life is to bombard the iron mountains and rivers! The sound of clang was heard all the time. They fought fiercely. The Dark Blade pierced the sky. The strong black gas was like a Pentium river tide, raging in the sky. Qin Ming is not willing to be outdone. The ancient sword moves are constantly displayed. The sword is bright, cold and dazzling. It is gorgeous but terrible. Every sword sweep is enough to break and block! The fierce war continued. In the tide of knives and swords, Qin Ming fought with TIESHANHE for hundreds of rounds, and could not tell the outcome.

be well-matched in strength! It's even more hearty! This fierce battle is not only the passion from the outside, but also the dangerous stimulation of Qin Ming and TIESHANHE.

The eight disciples secretly tortured and were nervous about them. They all paid attention to the development of the war. They know that Qin Ming also has killing moves, that is, the terrible Shura resentment. They believe that TIESHANHE has secret skills. Both of them are looking for the best time and subtle defects of their opponents in the fierce battle.

Mu Cheng secretly clenched his fist and looked gloomy. He really couldn't accept it. Qin Ming, who was despised by him a month ago, showed such amazing brilliance at the eight tea parties, which made each sect applaud it and let the whole city remember his name. Is this really Qin's life?

Li Nian and other disciples were also in a trance. Qin Ming was so strong. In Qingyun sect, the whole sect ridicules. In Wuling City, eight sects pay attention. This extreme contrast is really unacceptable. The person they once despised has become an existence they can't resist.

A Qin order made the new generation thousand disciples of Qingyun sect a joke.

Ling Xue and they suddenly remembered what Qin Ming said the day he entered Wuling city. I want to be in the top five!

At that time, it felt like a joke. He said it casually. Now think about it, he had made a decision on that day.

The fierce battle on the top of the mountain lasted for less than half an hour. Qin Ming and TIESHANHE were covered with blood. When the knife and sword moved, in addition to the thundering sound, rolling sword Qi and knife awn, there was also a great pressure. The capillaries of their skin were crushed, and they didn't know how much blood they vomited. It's just that their characters are too tough. No one will waver because of it. It's an endless situation! People who don't know the situation think they have deep hatred.

However, for Qin Ming and TIESHANHE, the greatest respect is to knock each other down.

The iron sword and the ancient sword were shocked and flew at the same time. It was not how fierce the attack was, but the bones of both hands were broken and blood flowed at the same time.

Dayan ancient sword roared out of the top of the mountain and inserted at the foot of the mountain.

Ling Xue was the first to move forward, stood by the ancient sword and looked up at the top of the mountain.

The iron knife of TIESHANHE was forcibly controlled in mid air, turned and returned again, and hung high above his head.

The crowds all over the mountains are quiet. Looking at the mountains nervously, do you want to win or lose? TIESHANHE's sword can't compete with the flesh. Fighting with TIESHANHE is equivalent to fighting with himself and the iron sword. Qin Ming's loss of the ancient sword is not equal to falling in the wind? "Unless Qin Ming has another secret move, he will lose." Yang Yi and other Tuling sect disciples Ning Mei pay attention. Qin Ming can win his two younger martial brothers with Shura resentment, and may not win TIESHANHE.

Qin Ming and TIESHANHE stood on both sides of the mountain top, wheezing and panting, covered with wounds and blood. They all looked like fierce beasts, giving people a very violent momentum.

"My soul is the soul of the sword, and my body is the body of the sword. I am the sword, the sword is me, and all things in the world are my swords." Tieshan River's voice is hoarse and low, like the murmur of evil things in hell. The blood of the wound and the blood stains all over the body float magically at this moment, and gather into thin blood gas, which flows into the high-altitude suspended swords.

In an instant, an invisible aura shrouded the top of the mountain. In the crumbling ruins, pieces of gravel and pieces of dust were all suspended in the air, sending out killing opportunities, as if they were going to turn into thousands of blades.

The eight sect leaders are all concerned at this moment. This should not be the martial art of Qingyun sect, but the most powerful secret skill inherited by the iron family.

How should Qin Ming deal with it?

The outcome may be decided.

Qin Ming's heavy breathing can feel the overwhelming pressure of Dao gang. Instead of retreating, he showed a stronger sense of war.

Stabbed!! Qin ordered his whole body to stir up lightning and run around in all parts. However, in the depths of lightning, a wisp of black gas filled the air. He wandered recklessly in the irritable lightning, and more and more, almost wrapped all over his body. Lightning and black fog intertwined, strong light and darkness mixed, and a cold gas filled the top of the mountain.

His hands were stiff and tight like eagle claws. He slowly held them in front of his chest. A plume of black gas gushed out of his hands and gathered in the middle, like a small whirlwind, rotating violently.

The battlefield seemed to be quiet. A cold and murderous atmosphere spread silently. The eight disciples at the bottom of the mountain felt the bitter cold, and their hair was standing up.

"What a murderous spirit!" Guo Shantong and Xia Xingluo are changing color. They have experienced it, but they can be sure that the day is far less terrible than at the moment.

Woo woo

There seemed to be a faint sound tide between heaven and earth, like the wind and a cry, distant and ethereal.

"Kill!!" TIESHANHE suddenly roared and took the lead in the attack. He was incredibly fast. His hands were together and rushed towards Qin's life.

The whole audience was shocked. They seemed to see an illusion. TIESHANHE turned into a war knife, shining brightly and cleaved to Qin's life. Of course, he can't really incarnate into a real sword. It is a wonderful manifestation and the prototype of future supernatural powers, which has caused some illusion, but it is enough to explain the horror of the moment.

High in the sky, the sabre rattled fiercely, and a mountain like pressure emerged. Dragging a long black tide, it cleaved to Qin's life, while thousands of gravel on the top of the mountain burst up and gathered densely, all of which became knife gang.

As if a stone stirred thousands of waves, the whole mountain top was boiling.

But on the edge of the riot, at the end of death, Qin Ming was fearless, his eyes were bright, his hands were suddenly held high, and the fierce black wind whirlpool was sonorous and scattered, showing a small knife, real and illusory, but it gave the race a sense of danger of palpitation, as if there were a seed of death, and many people shuddered.

"What's that?" the eight disciples were moved one after another. They could feel its cold and killing thoughts at a close distance.

The eight patriarchs frowned. This knife is unusual! Qin Ming surprised them again.

"The name of the sword, Shura!" Qin ordered him to burst into tears. The black knife suddenly attacked, as if it had broken through time and space. The cold chill made people tremble from their soul, and the murderous spirit even attacked all over Tieshan river.

The final blow, success or failure in one fell swoop.

The audience was silent and the needle fell. Countless people stared and forgot everything. Even many martial artists frowned and clenched their fists.