Chapter 484

He has avoided frost Hui's attack of crazy eight moves. He has a bottom in his heart about this set of martial arts. Frankly, at the beginning, he was really frightened by the attack of this set of martial arts. Before that, he had never seen such a crazy martial arts.

"Frost Hui, it seems that you are just like this."

Qin Yi smiled faintly and shook his head.

Now, he finally knows that frost Hui's popularity will suddenly be so high. That's because frost Hui has a golden sword and crazy eight styles, which makes his strength a substantial leap.

The most critical point is that Shuanghui's opponent in the "championship" competition is himself. Many Tingwei in the Holy See have complained about themselves. They have high hopes of defeating themselves and even killing themselves in Shuanghui!

"Roar! The boy of common indignation, go to hell! "

Shuanghui completely entered the crazy state. At this time, it was almost animal like. He roared like a beast in his mouth. Holding a Zhang long golden giant sword, he killed it wildly and re displayed the crazy eight styles.

Qin Yi, who had a certain understanding of the martial arts of crazy eight styles, no longer just avoided and began to fight back.

He took out his Yanyun spear. The Yanyun spear immediately "hummed" and began to vibrate, with a towering killing intention.

"Ping Ping!"

In an instant, they fought wildly together.

Huh?

This boy, who is angry with both man and God, didn't just avoid it!

Zong he Wang under the challenge arena, his tall body, was slightly shocked, and his face looked like a burst of shanran.

"Zong he Wang, do you feel slapped in the face by someone now?"

Look at Zong he's face and Wang's pleasant teasing. Just now he thought Qin Yi would blindly avoid and eventually be sentenced to negative defense and out. However, the next moment, Qin Yi began to fight back!

Listening to the ridicule of King Xianxian, other top masters, including King Daohe, all smiled bitterly.

Zong he Wang's face was gloomy and terrible. He said with a cold hum: "slender king, I know that you appreciate the boy who is angry with people and gods, and even have a good impression on him. It is completely understandable that you will protect him. But the current situation is not optimistic for the boy who is angry with everyone. Do you think he can defeat Shuanghui by fighting back? This is obviously impossible! "

Zong he Wang still has some confidence in the combat power of Shuanghui after crazy eight styles.

Hearing the first sentence of Zong he Wang, the delicate jade cheek of the slender king could not help but blush slightly, while the last sentence of Zong he Wang made her silent again.

Indeed, in addition, Qin Yi fought back, does not mean that he can win the game.

On challenge arena 4, the battle between Qin Yi and Shuanghui continues.

Qin Yi has to admit that Shuanghui's crazy eight forms is really terrible. It is completely a desperate way of attack. The seeds of water, fire and soil in his Dantian are burning wildly, which makes his speed, strength and physical defense double directly, so that he can win a draw with Shuanghui.

In the blink of an eye, Shuanghui has displayed five forms of crazy eight forms.

"Crazy eight - the sixth!"

Shuanghui's red eyes stared round, his eyes were open, his black hair stood upright, and his mouth roared like a beast.

At this time, his whole face was red with blood, and his body sent out a strong violent spirit, just like a wild beast rushed out of the ancient forest.

The two meter long golden sword in his hand was split, and the golden sword was five feet long. He killed Qin Yi mercilessly.

Looking at the murderous golden sword, Qin Yi coagulated his eyes slightly and surging up and down the whole body with the majestic inner strength of the patriarchal road.

Holding a bronze spear, he rushed out and met the gold sword that was five feet long. When the spear stirred, he directly crushed the gold sword. The energy wave from the impact hit Qin Yi's chest, causing Qin Yi to slide back dozens of feet before he stopped.

In his chest, a burst of Qi and blood churned, which made him a mouthful of blood and almost burst out.

Shuanghui, who was also impacted by this energy wave, fell to the edge of the challenge arena.

However, the next moment, he burst up again, holding a two meter golden sword and killing Qin Yi.

"Crazy eight - the seventh!"

His muscles were strangely twisted and startled.

An extreme violent spirit suddenly appeared from his body. It was so terrible that everyone watching the war could not help but feel a chill in their hearts.

In a trance, they felt that Shuanghui at this time was an eternal madman who came here.

He turned into a golden awn, went up against the sky, held a two meter long golden sword, and cut it down. On the blade of the golden sword, a full five foot long golden awn, dazzling, cleaved to Qin Yi below.

"What a crazy bastard!"

Qin Yi looked up and looked at the frost Hui diving down. Qin Yi had no choice but to shake his head. The next moment, he held a smoke and cloud long gun and suddenly rose against the sky, waving his gun to meet the huge golden sword.

Peng!

The smoke cloud spear collided with the golden sword again.

The endless energy wave opened again. The whole space of the martial arts field was suddenly distorted and seemed to break up.

Qin Yi's arm was numb, and even the tiger's mouth was cracked. It was a blur of flesh and blood, smoke and cloud, and almost got out of his hand. The frost Hui above rolled up into the sky. His clothes were almost broken by this energy wave.

How strong!

All the people watching the battle were stunned and shocked. They didn't expect that Qin Yi could resist the seventh form of Shuanghui's crazy eight forms. It's hard to imagine how high his physical defense has reached!

Finally!

Looking at the frost glow falling slowly from the sky, Qin Yi gently breathed out a breath, and his face was still calm and confident.

At this time, Shuanghui has been completely beast like a great beast. His mind is completely eroded by the crazy ghost sealed in the golden sword.

"Crazy eight - the eighth!"

At this time, no matter his strength or speed, he undoubtedly reached an appalling level. His action did not stay at all. He rushed to Qin Yi with a two meter golden sword, holding the sword in both hands and splitting down.

The blade of this sword is also ten feet long. It splits the sky like a startling rainbow across the sky and fiercely splits the young man in front.

"Frost Hui, this is the end of everything!"

Looking at the huge golden sword, Qin Yi said suddenly and slowly. With the surging of the Dharma formula of the seven forms of heavenly demons, his aura suddenly changed, like a great devil who suddenly came here. A faint ancient evil spirit lingered all over his body.

"Pa pa..."

In Qin Yi's left hand, there was a sound of bone transformation. In an instant, the palm of his hand soared to a full foot wide.

"Hoo..."

The Zhang wide left hand of the heavenly devil rolled a gust of wind, like a huge palm of the heavenly devil photographed in the extremely distant Xiangu years, smashed into endless time and space, and beat away towards the huge golden sword.

The process of starting the palm looks extremely slow, but in fact, it is fast to the limit.

"Click!"

The golden sword, which was ten feet long, suddenly broke into nothingness when it touched the left hand of the devil.

This is ancient martial arts again!

Looking at the boy's dark left hand, all the people present had bright eyes. Even the king of Daohe was shocked. They showed strong interest in it.

People are no strangers to the immortal ancient martial arts of "seven forms of heavenly demons". Qin Yi defeated Yu Yu with this immortal ancient martial arts when he was still in the "winning" competition.

Qin Yi's attack can't stop at this point, because no one can stop him from marching towards the divine guard. God blocks the defeat of God and Buddha blocks the abuse of Buddha!

When he stepped forward, the words in his mouth seemed to have frozen for thousands of years: "the seventh form of heaven devil - the second form!"

Zhang Kuan's demon, without the slightest hesitation, patted frost Hui ruthlessly.

Looking at the devil's left hand, which roared and came like the face of a life-threatening ghost, Shuanghui was surprised and subconsciously raised his sword.

"Peng!"

The desperate demon's left hand patted Shuanghui firmly. The two meter long golden giant sword could not resist the power of the second form of the seven forms of demons. In an instant, there were several cracks on the sword body, while Shuanghui was fierce in "pedaling", and then withdrew dozens of steps.

"The seventh form of heaven devil - the third form!"

At this moment, Qin Yi's eyes, as cold as a blade, burst out towards Shuanghui. The left hand of the demon from the Xiangu years beat Shuanghui hard again.

At this time, Shuanghui was completely stunned. Even if he was crazy like him, he could only stand there stunned. His red eyes vaguely flashed a touch of fear.

"Click!"

With this palm, Shuanghui's golden sword broke into three sections, and he flew out directly.

However, he didn't fall off the challenge arena, but fell on the edge of the challenge arena. He just felt that the skeleton in his body was almost scattered by this palm. In his chest, his blood was churning, and an uncontrollable mouthful of blood gushed out.

Frost Hui lost?

The whole field was extremely quiet.

All the people present were stunned and looked at each other. For a moment, they couldn't return to God.

The invincible frost Hui is defeated like this?

However, the next moment.

"Ha ha, man and God are angry. Your magic skill can't kill me!"

Shuang Hui rose from the challenge arena, holding a broken sword in his hand. His hair was like wild grass, messy, pale to the extreme, and a touch of blood hung on the corner of his mouth.