Chapter 40 The Battle for Champion 1

On the ring, the flute sword in the white robe and Qin Bing in the opposite cyan robe form a sharp contrast.

The sword's hand moved slightly, and a long sword appeared in his hand. The tip of the sword trembled slightly, and there were waves of strange fluctuations.

Qin Bing's face was solemn, and he couldn't help tightening his arm holding the black stick. Although Qin Bing's continuous comparison has gained a lot during this period of time, and his own strength has also made great progress. However, in terms of artistic conception, he is far from reaching the great achievement of everything as a sword. Today, he is facing the sword of the sword, a true man who has reached the point where everything has become a sword!

"I have always watched your previous games. Your strength is very strong and worthy of my full strength!" Xiao Jian's face was calm and he said slowly.

"It's just like me!" Qin Bing nodded and had a strong sense of war in his heart in the face of the practitioners who achieved everything as swords.

"Whatever you want!" Xiao Jian smiled slightly, and his body shook slightly, instantly turning into a shadow.

What a fast speed! Looking at the figure of the flute sword in the fast cave, Qin Bing's face couldn't help changing slightly. At this moment, the flute sword is faster than in the previous game. Obviously, he also had reservations about his own strength in the previous games.

"It's just right!" Qin Bing smiled in her heart, and her feet were connected, and her body quickly retreated. Zhenyuan poured into his arms, and his five fingers changed. His index fingers clicked out one after another, and a sharp force shot into the rapid white shadow.

Feeling the sharp fingers shot in front of him, the sword in the hand of the flute sword trembled slightly, and a sword light shot out in an instant. The next moment, there was a violent explosion in the air. The sharp finger was blocked.

"The devil's palm, the devil is over the sky!" Qin Bing's palm gently opened, and a horrible Zhenyuan condensed in his hand, and a fierce slap came out. The next moment, a horrible palm print in the sky enveloped the flute sword.

"Break!" Feeling the pressure from the top of his head, the flute sword didn't look at it. When he raised his hand, a horrible sword light shot out. The two horrible attacks collided with each other and exploded in an instant.

"Tianjian Jue, Guiyuan!" Xiao Jian shouted in his mouth, pulled the long sword in his hand, and suddenly a horrible giant sword light cut at Qin Bing out of thin air.

Feeling the horrible spiritual power contained in this sword, Qin Bing's face couldn't help changing slightly. The long stick in his hand slipped and shouted in a low voice. Suddenly, a shadow of the stick met the sword.

On the "Boom~" ring, a terrible explosion sounded, and the spiritual power instantly overflowed on the ring. In the middle of the ring, a ferocious sword mark appeared out of thin air.

"Hiss~" Seeing the horrible sword marks on the ring, the disciple who was watching the game below couldn't help taking a breath. Less than a few breaths at the beginning of the game, the battle between the two sides was already so hot, completely a tough attack. More disciples began to talk about the game.

"Who do you think will win this battle?" A middle-aged disciple of Jindan, who looked younger, asked the middle-aged man beside him.

"I'm more optimistic about the flute sword!" The middle-aged man meditated slightly and said.

"I really don't agree." A disciple beside him who seemed not to be weak shook his head and said, "In terms of strength, Qin Bing is not inferior to the flute sword. What's more, Qin Bing's performance in this year's performance is obvious to all. Who knows if he still has a card?"

Hearing this, many disciples beside him nodded. Qin Bing performed extremely prominently in this year's comparison. At every critical moment, he always had an unexpected performance and turned defeat into victory.

Among the disciples of Tianjianmen, there are many people who are optimistic about Qin Bing, and there are also many people who are optimistic about Xiaojian.

"Big brother~" Xiaobai looked at the fight on the ring and looked quite solemn. He knew the strength of Qin Bing, which others could not. If Qin Bing had any other cards that were useless, I'm afraid it was the mysterious ancient tower. However, it's not that Guta Qin Bing doesn't want to use it, but it can't be used at all!

On the high platform, Lan Yu smiled and said to several people around her, "Six brothers, what do you think of this game?"

"I'm more optimistic about Xiaojian, and this son is better than the artistic conception." Wu Xuan said lightly that he didn't have much affection for Qin Bing, who won Duan Peng.

"I agree with Brother Wu." Jiang Li thought for a moment and said.

"I'm more optimistic about Qin Bing. This disciple gives people a feeling that they can't see through." Yang Yi shook his head. Although Xiao Jian's strength was indeed not weak, he was more optimistic about Qin Bing.

"Qin Bing is a disciple of my family, and I still have some confidence in his strength." Qin Tian smiled slightly.

Lan Yu nodded, looked at the battle on the field and was silent for a moment before slowly saying, "In this battle, the sword will lose!"

Hearing this, Qin Tian and the four looked at Lan Yu with puzzled faces. They didn't understand why Lan Yu's master judged that his disciples would definitely lose. Did he already see any clues?

"Brother, how can you be so sure that Xiao Jian will lose?" Wu Xuan frowned. He didn't want Qin Bing to win. After all, the relationship between Nan Xuanfeng and Bei Xuanfeng, if Qin Bing wins, it is not good news for Bei Xuanfeng.

Lan Yu did not answer Wu Xuan's question directly, but said lightly, "If you continue to watch it, you will understand!"

Seeing that Lan Yu did not answer, it was naturally difficult for everyone to ask again, and they couldn't help looking at the battle in the ring.

At this moment, the two people in the ring don't know how many moves they have attacked, but they are still just tied.

"Star River Field!" Zhou Tianxing in Qin Bing's body turned, and suddenly there was an extra power of confinement on the ring, and the speed of the flute sword couldn't help slowing down.

"Field?" The corner of the trapped Xiaojian's mouth raised slightly, and the next moment there was also a strange fluctuation in his body. As soon as this fluctuation came out, the power of confinement in Qin Bing's field disappeared in an instant!

"Field!" Qin Bing's pupils couldn't help shrinking, and the fluctuation from Xiao Jian's body was not strange, which was also the power of the field.

"Shoken also has a field?" The disciples below were crazy. Originally, everyone was already surprised after seeing Qin Bing's field, but they didn't expect that Tianjianfeng's flute sword also had a field.

"It's worthy of being a rare kendo genius in a thousand years, and he has also understood the field!" Many people sighed in their hearts.

"This flute sword actually has a field!" Xiaobai's face became heavy in an instant.

"Qin Bing, not only do you have a field, but I also have it!" Xiao Jian smiled loudly, and the long sword in his hand suddenly shot at Qin Bing.

Qin Bing stepped back quickly, and the long stick in his hand turned into a huge dark shadow and split into the sword light.

chi~

The sword is broken and the wind is blowing.

"Search the soul finger, point to destroy the sky!" Zhenyuan in Qin Bing's body poured into his hand crazily, and his index finger pointed out in the air, and suddenly a milky light shot at the flute sword.

"The sword is broken, and the sword is broken!" Facing the horrible spiritual power contained in the milky light spot, the flute sword did not dare to be careless. The breath on its body disappeared in an instant, and the next moment a sword light met the milky light spot.

Ding~

The milky white light spot was smashed by the sword light in an instant, and the afterglow of the sword light continued to stab Qin Bing without stopping at all.

"Break it!" The long stick in his hand danced, and suddenly a huge stick shadow hit the light of the sword.

"Boom~"

hit by the black stick, the sword light dissipated in an instant, and the figure of the flute sword not far away also appeared in the ring.

Qin Bing jumped up at his feet, and the long sticks in his hand danced. The horrible stick shadows instantly woven into a huge net and shrouded the flute sword.

"The sword of heaven, the sword points to the sky!" Feeling the pressure contained in the huge net, Xiao Jian's face changed slightly, and a strong sword spirit gushed out of his body in an instant. The next moment, a terrible sword awn pierced the sky.

"Boom~Boom~Boom"

The sword light shot out, followed by a violent explosion in the air, and the shadow of the stick in the sky was blocked by the sword light one by one.

"It's really strong. It seems that it's not easy to beat him!" The sword shook, and there was a trace of solemnness in his face. Qin Bing was far more difficult than he thought. After a fierce battle, he did not have the slightest advantage.

"Brother Qin, the previous battle was just an appetizer. Next, I'm going to take it seriously!" Xiao Jian smiled loudly, and the next moment, an extremely strong sword gushed out of his body.

As soon as the sword came out, the faces of the disciples who were closer to the ring changed suddenly. Under this strong sword, they did not have any resistance at all. The master of the sword is like a king in the sword, which makes them feel a sense of worship involuntarily in their hearts.

"What a horrible sword spirit~" Fortunately, this sword spirit was not aimed at them. After a while, they came to their senses, but even so, their hearts were still shocked.

You should know that those who can stand around the ring are disciples who have a certain confidence in their own strength. After all, although there are restrictions on the array in the battle on the ring, and the aftershocks rarely affect the disciples outside the road, the array is not omnipotent, and the restrictions on some things are extremely weak, such as swords. !

"Is this the sword meaning of all things as a sword?" Feeling this terrible sword spirit, Qin Bing's face also changed suddenly. At the moment when this sword spirit appeared, his body seemed to be frozen and could not work. Fortunately, he mobilized his artistic conception in time to resist it. However, Qin Bing also knew that under the suppression of this strong artistic conception, his strength would inevitably be affected. However, the strength of the flute sword has greatly increased!