Chapter 41 The Battle for the Champion 2
"Star reversal!" At the first time, Qin Bing was to reverse Xingchen to forcibly improve his strength. Only in this way could he resist under the suppression of the flute sword.
"The sword fights, the sword is the universe!" A horrible breath condensed in the hand of the flute sword. The next moment, a horrible sword light shot out of the hand of the flute sword and shot at Qin Bing.
"It's worthy of being a flute sword. Duan Peng still needs a secret method to use this trick, but he can easily use it!" Feeling the breath of destruction contained in the horrible sword light, Qin Bing's face instantly became solemn.
The Zhenyuan in his body was madly injected into his arm. The next moment, a powerful breath gushed out of his body, and the ancient and desolate breath in the long stick filled the whole ring.
"This breath..." Qin Tian's face couldn't help changing slightly on the high platform.
Around him, Lan Yu and others also have a slight change in their faces.
"It should be the weapon left by the ape predecessors!" Lan Yu pondered for a moment and said slowly.
Although it is difficult for some genius figures of alchemy and refinery to appear in demon cultivation, the ape chief stick is a very famous weapon in demon cultivation. The refining method is not difficult, but the power is extremely strong. However, the combat power of the ape is extremely strong, and its spiritual weapons rarely flow out.
"Shake the mountain and shake the mountain!" Qin Bing, who was on the ring, naturally didn't know the idea of Qin Tian and several people on the high platform. A terrible moon arc suddenly burst out with a long stick in his hand.
The horrible stick shadow in the shape of the moon arc instantly tore the air and hit the sword light of the flute sword.
"Boom~"
A terrible explosion came from the center of the impact. The next moment, with the impact as the center, violent energy storms overflowed.
After the storm, the ring cracked, and a huge crater appeared at the impact in the blink of an eye.
The disciples under the ring couldn't help taking a cold breath.
Although this has happened in previous battles, the ring at that time is now strong, but even such a ring is vulnerable under the attack of the two.
"The two of them are too powerful. I'm afraid even the disciples of Jindan's later period can't stop such a horrible aftermath, right?" Looking at the huge round pit on the ring, a disciple said with lingering heart.
"This is a master, otherwise how can he be called the top three!" A disciple said with great excitement.
"These two guys~" Lan Xin looked at the two people in the ring and couldn't help frowning.
"Brother Qin, I didn't expect that your attainments in the stick method would be so weak!" On the ring, Xiao Jian looked at Qin Bing opposite and smiled.
"Brother Xiao is flattered. My stick is far less powerful than your swordsmanship!" Qin Bing shook her head with a wry smile. He didn't lie about this. He didn't use a stick in the first place. His attainments in sticking are indeed not high, and it is not as good as the artistic conception of the sword that everything is made into a sword.
However, there are some similarities between stickmanship and gunmanship. The two weapons can be used. Although there is a gap in power, the gap is not big.
The sword shook and swept towards Qin Bing like lightning. The long sword in his hand stabbed out one after another. Suddenly, a sweeping sword light rushed to Qin Bing like a tide.
Feeling the tide-like sword light, Qin Bin's feet continued to retreat, the black stick in his hand kept swinging, and dark stick shadows gushed out.
Ding~Ding~Ding~Ding~
A sound of gold and iron strikes suddenly came from the air, and the overwhelming sword light was blocked by the shadow of the stick one by one.
"The sword of heaven, the sword points to the sky!" Seeing that an attack was attacked by Qin Bing, the next wave of attacks of Xiaojian came one after another. On the ring, a huge sword shadow suddenly appeared and cut at Qin Bing.
Feering the terrible literary power contained in the shadow of the sword above his head, Qin Bing's face instantly became solemn. The true power of the flute sword was far stronger than he thought. After such a long battle, he was able to perform such a powerful attack.
"Break it!" The true power in Qin Bing's body was crazily injected into the black stick. The next moment, the long stick hit the huge sword shadow in the air like an ancient wild beast.
"Bum~"
The shadow of the stick fell down, and the shadow of the sword collapsed in an instant, and the shape of the flute sword also flashed and appeared in the distance.
"What a difficult opponent!" Xiao Jian's look became more and more solemn. Through the competition between Qin Bing and Duan Peng, he knew that if he competed with Zhen Yuanli, he was definitely not Qin Bing's opponent. If he wanted to defeat Qin Bing, he must not delay for too long.
But what he didn't expect was that Qin Bing, who had a black stick, could do nothing even with all his strength. This made him a little anxious.
"I can only fight!" A fine light flashed in Xiao Jian's eyes, and he also knew that if it went on like this, it must be him who lost.
The feet were connected, the body shook, and the flute sword quickly swept towards Qin Bing.
"The sword, the sword breaks the stars!" The breath of terror gushed out of the body of the flute sword and spread away, and the powerful sword was as dazzling as the stars in the night. It seems that everything will be gloomy in front of him.
The next moment, a breath of destruction condensed in the hand of the flute sword, and the cyan sword light kept condensed on the long sword in his hand. In an instant, the aura that permeated the surrounding world was instantly drained. And the cyan sword light in the hand of the flute sword is also one foot in size.
Although there is only a foot-sized cyan sword light, no one dares to look at it. The breath of destruction on it, not to mention the practitioners of the Jindan period, even the cultivation of the Yuanying period felt a burst of heart palpitations.
"Finally, I still used this trick!" Lan Xin looked at the flute sword on the ring and shook her head slightly. Although this move was understood by the flute sword, it could not be controlled very accurately, so except for a few disciples who were close to the flute sword, other disciples did not know it at all.
"What a horrible breath!" Feeling the terrible power of the blue sword, Qin Bing's face also became extremely solemn. Facing this blue sword, he seemed to have returned to the bottom of the sea to face Ni Jun's attack.
However, at this time, he is much stronger than a month ago. Even in the face of this horrible sword, he still has the strength to fight.
The true power in Qin Bing's body is constantly injected into the black stick, and the ancient and desolate breath has become stronger, as if it is no longer Qin Bing standing there, but an ancient beast.
"This breath..." Lan Yu and others frowned slightly, all of which saw the solemn color in the other party's eyes.
As practitioners in the divine period, their knowledge is far from comparable to that of ordinary disciples. Similarly, their understanding of demon cultivation is also extremely clear. Although the ancient and desolate breath is not enough to pose any threat to them, you should know that it is just a breath. An breath that has existed for many years now has such power. How powerful the demon cultivation with this long stick should be.
"It seems that Qin Bing's opportunity is greater than we thought." After a while, Lan Yu muttered.
Hearing this, Qin Tian and others couldn't help nodding. Originally, they just thought it was a spiritual weapon left by the predecessor of the ape clan, but now it seems that this is probably the weapon left by the ape clan, otherwise it will never have such power.
"Mixed yuan with one gas stick, stick to rule the world!" Qin Bing waved the long stick in his hand, and a horrible stick shadow appeared out of thin air, instantly tearing the distance of space and facing the blue sword light.
After cracking the ban of the black stick, Qin Bing got a set of stick methods, which is this mixed-yuan one-gas stick, but this mixed-yuan one-stick is a supreme stick created by the special constitution of the Tianmo ape clan. Even Qin Bing's talent is not weak, and with the help of Qingyan and Da Daojue, he practiced hard for more than a month, and he just learned one of them. It is this stick that dominates the world.
"Boom~"
On the ring, an extremely horrible explosion came, and the cyan sword light collided with the huge stick shadow, and a strange fluctuation spread in an instant. The ring kept cracking and annihilating. In the blink of an eye, a huge circular pit appeared in the middle of the whole ring.
And in the huge shock wave, a white figure was knocked away in an instant and fell heavily on the edge of the ring.
The aftershocks of terror dissipated, and the whole sword platform was silent.
On the ring, a blue figure stood upright, his pale face was already covered with sweat, and his mouth gasped heavily. Obviously, the previous attack consumed him equally hugely, and in the distance in front of him, the flute sword lay on the ground in great embarrassment.
In this battle, Qin Bing won!