Chapter 38 Crazy Battle

At this moment, everyone's eyes fell on the long stick in Qin Bing's hand. Before that, Qin Bing had never used his own weapons. Up to now, many disciples even thought that Qin Bing had no weapons at all. At this moment, they know that Qin Bing is not without weapons, but has never been used.

Everyone understands that Qin Bing did not exert his strength in the previous battle.

"This guy is not shallow to hide!" Xiao Jian looked at Qin Bing on the field with a solemn face. Before that, even he thought that Qin Bing had no weapons. Now she understands that his previous idea was a big mistake.

"Sure enough..." Lan Xin's face can't see any change, as if she had expected this matter. "This test is really getting more and more interesting!"

"It seems that Qin Bing is very deep hidden!" Wu Xuan's tone was slightly bad. Previously, he thought that Qin Bing had lost and was even seriously injured, so he would be soft. Now that Qin Bing still has such a card, he is naturally a little unwilling.

Qin Tian also ignored Wu Xuan. He stared at the black iron stick in Qin Bing's hand, and his expression gradually became solemn. He was extremely clear that Qin Bing's weapon was a gun, but at this moment Qin Bing used a stick, which was a little beyond his expectation.

"There seems to be something wrong with this long stick?" After a while, Qin Tian frowned.

"There is indeed something wrong. If I guess correctly, it should be a spiritual weapon that reaches the level of the best spiritual weapon." Lan Yu frowned.

The best spiritual weapon! Hearing this, Qin Tian and others' faces did not change slightly, and the value of the best spiritual weapon is not easy for them to get one, but now, a disciple of the Jindan period actually has such a magic weapon.

Suddenly, everyone couldn't help looking at the black iron stick in Qin Bing's hand again.

"Unfortunately, it should only barely reach the level of the best spiritual weapon." After a while, Yang Yi said slightly disappointed.

Although the value of the best spiritual weapon is not low, this kind of spiritual weapon that reaches the best spiritual weapon in front of it is only slightly better than the magic weapon of the top spiritual weapon, which is not enough to attract their attention.

"If I guess correctly, the fluctuation caused in the land of Donglin should be this weapon." Lan Yu looked at Qin Bing on the field and said slowly.

Hearing this, everyone can't help but think of the strong and ancient breath that appeared in the land of Donglin not long before the sect was compared, which was indeed a little similar to the breath on the black iron stick, but the breath on the black iron stick at this moment was obviously much weaker.

"The best spiritual weapon, this game is a little interesting." Jiang Li, who had always been outside the matter, looked at the two people facing each other on the court and smiled.

On the ring, Duan Peng saw that Qin Bing had blocked his attack, and his face was not very good-looking. Especially when he felt the strong breath on the black stick in Qin Bing's hand, his face became more difficult to look.

"I didn't expect you to have such a card!" Duan Peng said solemnly.

"I said that if you want to beat me, you have to pay a certain price." The long stick in Qin Bing's hand slipped and said faintly.

"It's just relying on the sharpness of spiritual weapons. Don't think this can block me." Duan Peng smiled coldly. The next moment, his body shook and rushed to Qin Bing. The long sword in his hand trembled, and the sword suddenly shot at Qin Bing.

"Then try it!" Qin Bing did not show weakness. His body swept out a little under his feet, and the long stick in his hand waved, and an impenetrable stick wall protected him in an instant.

"Ding~Ding~Ding~"

On the ring, there were bursts of gold and iron beating in the ears, and the two figures kept flashing on the ring. The speed was so fast that it was difficult to keep up with the eyes of ordinary Jindan late practitioners.

"The sword is broken, and the sword is broken!" Duan Peng's body flashed, and suddenly a terrible sword shot at Qin Bing.

"Hum~" Qin Bing snorted coldly, and the black stick in his hand shook, and suddenly a horrible black stick shadow bombarded the sharp sword light.

"Boom~" A terrible explosion came from the place where it hit, and the whole ring suddenly shook violently. However, the two figures in the ring did not stop at all and fought together again.

"Sister Lan, what do you think of this game?" Xiao Jian looked at Lan Xin beside him.

"Duan Peng's power realm and experience are not comparable to Qin Bing. What Qin Bing relies on is the sharp weapons. I'm afraid that who can win on both sides depends on who can hold on longer!" Lan Xin frowned slightly and immediately said in a low voice.

Xiao Jian nodded, and he also had the same idea as Lan Xin in his heart. The gap in the strength of the two has been narrowed to the extreme. As long as there is no big mistake, the competition between the two sides is the strength of Zhenyuan.

"Let's consume, I'd like to see how long you can hold on!" After several head-to-head battles, Duan Peng also knew that Qin Bing's current strength was almost the same as him, and he could not defeat Qin Bing in a short time. The only thing you can do is to fight a protracted battle, waiting for the other party to show its flaws, and then kill it with one blow.

The battle in the ring is still fierce and wonderful, but almost everyone can see that the battle in the ring has changed from a one-sided situation to a protracted battle, and the outcome of this battle has become uncertain.

"Do you spend real yuan with me?" Perceiving Duan Peng's intention, Qin Bing smiled disdainfully. With Zhou Tianxing's skill, he was absolutely invincible among practitioners of the same level in terms of protracted fighting power. It's almost impossible to kill him.

"Then let's see who will kill whom in the end!" Qin Bing smiled coldly and rushed to Duan Peng.

One incense, two incense sticks, half an hour...

This battle lasted for an hour, and the two sides are still in a fierce battle.

Duan Peng can persist for so long, which is still expected by everyone. After all, he could get the top 20 elite disciples a hundred years ago. In this hundred years, even if Duan Peng has not practiced at all, the storage of Zhenyuan in his body is more profound than ordinary practitioners. On the contrary, Qin Bing, a disciple who has only been in the sect for five years, was able to maintain such a rich power in an hour of fierce battle, which surprised everyone.

"This guy is so capable of resisting!" Duan Peng looked at Qin Bing, who was also gasping heavily, but could still fight hard with himself, and his face was extremely ugly.

has been fighting for a long time. At this moment, the storage of true elements in his body is less than 30% of the time of victory.

"My Zhenyuan consumes so fast that he is absolutely nowhere better. I don't believe that his Zhenyuan will be thicker than me!" Duan Peng gritted his teeth, shook his sword, and suddenly stabbed Qin Bing with a few swords.

Looking at the several sword lights shot, the black stick in Qin Bing's hand suddenly blocked a few sword lights.

"It seems that this guy's Zhenyuan is about to dry up." Feeling that the anti-shock power from the long stick is less than one-third of the previous one, Qin Bing also knows that Duan Peng's true power at this moment may be about to be exhausted.

Although it is a supplement with Zhou Tianxing's skill, the consumption of Zhenyuan in Qin Bing's body is also extremely fast in such a long super-intensity battle. At this moment, the Zhenyuan in his body only has 50% of the time of victory.

In the ring, both of them carefully calculated each other's remaining true power and prepared for the last blow. Under the ring, countless people saw the extremely weak breath of the two people in the ring. It was also clear that it was the last moment when the battle was going on.