Chapter 42 Warrior Battle

Hearing Qiao Yun's contemptuous words, Cheng Hao became colder and fiercer. The gloom's eyes shot out a terrible cold light and said coldly, "You will know if you have the ability to try."

With that, Cheng Hao pulled out a big knife shining with a cold knife from behind his back and laughed; "Xuanwu sword, although it is a low-class spiritual weapon, it is enough to kill you."

Xuanwu Battle Knife? Qiao Yun looked disdainfully at the sword of the inferior spiritual weapon in his hand. In terms of level, the sword in his hand was one level lower than the gloves and keel gold armor he brought, and sneered, "Really? Just try the soft armor gloves in my hand--"

After saying that, Qiao Yun left a shadow in place and bombarded Cheng Hao's chest.

Cheng Hao was not jealous. With a big knife in his hand, his fist fell on the knife.

"The sonorous."

That powerful force made Cheng Hao stagger back a few steps, and his face was full of horror, and he was shocked; "Medium spiritual weapon--. Tut, tut, tut..., lucky guy, I didn't expect that your second-level strength would have a medium spiritual weapon.

In the Kaiyuan Continent, the eighth-level strong generally owns at most high-class spiritual weapons. As for the medium-level spiritual weapons, they can only be owned by practitioners in the fifth and sixth levels. Unexpectedly, this young man's second-level strength actually has a medium-level spiritual weapon. How can he not be stunned.

On the other side, more than 20 people, including Boss Wu and Lin Feng, also fought. Although Boss Wu was a junior, Lin Feng and others were not jealous. More than 20 people came up together, which was enough for Boss Wu to eat a pot.

It took a lot of effort to get the Xuanwu sword in his hand, but he didn't expect that the martial artist who was one level lower than him would casually hold a medium spiritual weapon, which was too shocking.

There is envy, and naturally there is a desire to occupy it. This spiritual weapon is different from the artifact. It does not need to recognize the Lord, as long as it is taken away, it can be used. Cheng Hao laughed and said, "It's a waste to wear such a good glove in your hand. When I kill you, this medium spiritual weapon is mine, it's mine... Ha, ha......"

A little solemn look flashed on Qiao Yun's face. This guy could calmly resist the attack just now. It seemed that his skills were no less than himself, and he sneered, "Really? Then let's see if you have the ability--"

"Then let you taste my strength--" Cheng Hao stepped on the ground, and his body was like an arrow away from the string. He drew an arc in the air, and the Xuanwu sword in his hand hit Qiao Yun's head.

Qiao Yun's figure flashed, and his fists bombarded Cheng Hao's left abdomen.

The Xuanwu sword in Cheng Hao's hand waved hard and cut through the void to block the fist. At the same time, the other foot kicked the head of the fist.

Between the lightning and fire, Qiao Yun's other arm bent into a crook shape and held the ankle with the bottom of his elbow.

There was a severe pain in the elbow of his arm, and Qiao Yun was also sighing. The battle between warriors of the same level and warriors was based on fighting skills and physical strength.

However, Cheng Hao is not comfortable. His ankles have been slightly red and swollen. This guy's body is stronger than himself. If he wants to win, he has to use some martial arts.

The hand holding the Xuanwu sword exerted a little force, and Cheng Hao staggered to the ground and retreated several steps to stabilize his body.

Fighters also have qi fighting skills. Of course, martial arts also have martial arts. The only difference is that no matter how powerful the martial arts are, martial arts can never get rid of the fate of close hand-to-hand combat. Different fighters have fighting qi shields, which stimulate fighting spirit from long distances. If a warrior wants to control his qi and fly, he needs more than seven levels, and the fighter only needs six levels, which is good and bad can be known at a glance.

Qiao Yun has never practiced martial arts skills of martial arts. After all, he is a fighter. In addition to the cultivation of the body, the collapse of flames and soul, there is no time to practice the martial arts skills of martial arts. Then again, there are not as many martial arts practitioners in Kaiyuan mainland as fighters as crucian carp crossing the river, and their martial arts skills are relatively few.

Cheng Hao held the Xuanwu sword tightly with both hands. The faint cold light on the sword was not as gorgeous as the fighter's fighting spirit, but Qiao Yun only felt a sense of oppression.

Cheng Hao laughed rampantly and said coldly, "I can solve you as a little bastard with just one knife. Suffer to death--."

Cheng Hao drank a few times and ran to Qiao Yun like a vicious tiger. The big knife in his hand hit Qiao Yun's head, abdomen, left shoulder and thighs. He was extremely fast and ruthless. If Qiao Yun hadn't flashed quickly, he would have eaten his knife.

Qiao Yun, who had been passive, also began to fight back and hit Cheng Hao's head directly.

You want to kill people with one fist. If there is any ambiguity, you may die by yourself, and now you are so cruel.

Cheng Hao Xuanwu danced the knife twice, held the handle with both hands, and raised it diagonally next to his head. He wanted to block Qiao Yun's punch, and a cold smile also appeared on his face.

"The sonorous."

When his fist fell on the Xuanwu sword, he was terrible to find that the force he had hit actually devoured himself, but the force seemed to have weakened a little. If it weren't for the medium spiritual weapon keel gold armor protection, the force of the counterattack would have killed himself on the spot.

Qiao Yun staggered back a few steps, and the blood surged in his body. His clothes in his upper body were broken, and his throat was hot. With a sound of blood spit out, he said with a shocked face: "What's going on?"

"It's another medium spiritual weapon. You little bastard really makes people jealous of you--"

The black mandarin flashed to one side.

Looking at Qiao Yun's shocked look, Cheng Hao seemed to know that this guy had not practiced martial arts and sneered, "Hasn't you ever heard of martial arts? No wonder, few lucky people in this world have the opportunity to practice martial arts. For the sake of being a martial artist, I will also tell you before I die that the martial arts skills I practice are mainly based on the use of reaction force, and it took more than ten years to achieve this effect--"

Cheng Hao said a few simple words, danced the big knife in his hand twice, and said with a smile, "The two spiritual weapons are now mine--"

Looking at Qiao Yun, who was defeated, the black man quickly asked, "Do you want me to help the boss?"

Qiao Yunen said, "Blackloach, I scattered his ideas. Do you know that you attack behind his back?"

Qiao Yun wiped the blood at the corners of his mouth and smiled; "Really? We don't know who will lose and who will win yet--"

"The tone is not small, so let me see what you can do?" Cheng Hao ran to Qiao Yun at a speed that was inseparable to distinguish with the naked eye.

Although Cheng Hao has martial arts skills, his moves are very stiff when using the Xuanwu sword. Qiao Yun's moves are very easy to avoid his moves.