The God of War Challenging Heaven Chapter 1100: The last formula

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Chapter 1100 The Last Form

"This is where I am most confused."

Yan Meiniang lightly touched her beautiful head.

"However, this can only make him die faster."

The handsome man in white robes, with deep eyes, leisurely gave a chill: "This young man's excellence is too unbelievable, and he must not be promoted to the guard, otherwise, the delicate balance of the strength of the five major alliances. In an instant, it will be broken."

The charming Yan Mei Niang didn't say a word. However, the slightly charming eyes gradually became deeper.

On the training ground far away, the battle between Qin Yi and Fengyue Patriarch has come to the most critical moment.

At this time, the figures of the two are not only abnormally ghostly, but also fast to the limit.

The surrounding audience, including Fengyue Zhantian and Fengyue Yu'er, were all motionless, watching the fierce battle between the two in the field with full attention, forgetting their breathing.

At this moment, everyone was shocked to the extreme. The teenager from the mainland of Kyushu had already made eight moves in the hands of Fengyue Ancestor!

A young man with only seven sect dao realms in his cultivation, but in the hands of an old man in the middle of the nine sect realms, he made eight moves. What kind of concept is this?

"Thousand Magic Sword-Ninth Form!"

In the shout of anger, Fengyue ancestor's figure suddenly split into two, two into four, four into eight...In an instant, it turned into thirty-six ways.

The phantom of the thirty-six Fengyue ancestors was clearly extinct, and they quickly attacked Qin Yi. His body skills were extremely strange. Qin Yi hadn't recovered yet, he was already in the 30s. Among the six purple long swords.

咻咻咻......

Thirty-six sword beams, turning into thirty purple lightning, flashed continuously around Qin Yi, each of them clung to Qin Yi's body.

Feeling the weirdness and sharpness of the thirty-six sword lights, Qin Yi did not dare to hold it in the slightest, his eyes closed lightly, and he was completely in an ethereal state, fully coping with the thirty-six sword lights.

At this moment, there are only thirty-six sword lights in his world, and nothing else. The trajectories of the thirty-six sword shadows were all clearly marked by his perception.

His body shape turned into a wisp of extremely fast and flowing blue smoke, and he shuttled continuously among the thirty-six sword lights, the speed was beyond description.

His hiss...

In spite of this, the sword beams continue to cut through his clothes, and the distance cut through his body, only a few minutes, which makes people startled.

After this move, Qin Yi's clothes had been completely torn in more than a dozen ways, and he looked embarrassed.

"Call..."

Qin Yi's figure stopped abruptly, stood in the center of the training ground, let out a long breath, slowly opened his eyes, and his spine was already sweating.

"This trick is really a life of nine deaths, but it finally survived." Qin Yi sighed in his heart, feeling like wandering around the ghost gate for a while.

Fengyue ancestor Yi, wearing a gray robe, stood about thirty feet away from Qin Yi, holding a purple long sword in his hand, pointing at Qin Yi far away.

Above the long sword, a purple light flourishes, dazzling.

Looking ahead, although he looks quite embarrassed, but still unscathed, the chest of the ancestor Fengyue rises and falls. It is impossible to be calm in his heart.

This young man from the mainland of Kyushu has actually performed nine strokes in his hands. It feels like a dream.

The entire training ground, like a huge cemetery, was deadly silent, almost audible to the drop of needles, and everyone was shocked to the extreme.

"After nine moves, this teenager from the mainland of Kyushu has stood there unscathed, am I dazzled?"

Someone asked carefully, breaking the silence on the court.

"Gosh, this world is so crazy!"

"An illusion, this must be an illusion!"

"..."

Everyone around was suddenly noisy.

Looking at the young man who was still standing proudly in the middle of the training ground, Feng Yue Yuer, who was all over the country, rubbed his eyes vigorously: "No? This person can actually hold on to the ancestor's nine tricks! "

Such a situation is really incredible. According to common sense, he should be in the hands of his ancestors, and he can't get out of it.

The two attractive seats in front of the girl's chest, violently ups and downs, wave after wave of beautiful ripples.

Immediately, her pretty Qiong nose snorted again, and her delicate snow-white chin was slightly raised, and a little arrogance appeared on her face: "Isn't there another trick? Boy, the more you behave Strong, being my favorite will only make me more face, hum!"

The most shocking thing on the entire field is actually Fengyue Zhantian and Fengyue Yinxue. They never expected that Qin Yi could not only use the emperor "Liuyun Jue" in just one day. Dao martial arts, successfully cultivated, but also performed so superbly.

They opened their mouths in astonishment, looking at the young man standing proudly in the middle of the training ground from a distance. They only felt that the young man had written two words-enchanting!

However, at the same time as they were shocked, their hearts were a little worried, because it is only past the nineth and tenth forms.

Obviously, the tenth style of the Thousand Fantasy Sword of the ancestor Fengyue is more terrifying than the ninth style!

Can this young man from mainland Kyushu resist the tenth trick?

There is one final formula!

Qin Yi in the center of the training ground, his eyes were already slowly condensed, staring at the purple long sword in the hands of Fengyue ancestor, he could no longer hear the noise around him.

In his line of sight, there is only the long sword with purple glow!

At this moment, although the ancestor Fengyue did not move, Qin Yi felt a danger, a danger that he had never had before.

"Thousand Magic Sword-Tenth Style!"

The ancestor Fengyue gave a cold cry. He was thirty feet away, holding a purple long sword, and suddenly stabbed at an indescribable speed. However, just halfway through the stabbing, his whole person was suddenly Disappeared!

This is...

Looking at the disappearing ancestor Fengyue, Qin Yi was shocked in his heart. He knew that this was an extreme speed, coupled with the unpredictable trajectory of the sword, which resulted in such a result.

He suddenly closed his eyes and entered an ethereal state, feeling the ancestor Fengyue with all his strength, however, there was no!

Suddenly, the airflow around him surging slightly.

The next moment, before Qin Yi came back to his senses, all of a sudden, all around him, purple sword glows suddenly appeared, densely clustered in a large area, which made people feel suffocated.

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