What an arrogant boy.
Many people heard Chang Ziqiu's words, and there was a trace of displeasure in their hearts. However, as Chang Ziqiu pulled the knife out of the sheath, all the dissatisfaction was swept away, and he turned shocked.
As soon as the knife came out of the sheath, it burst out of an extremely terrible knife.
Zhao Qingping's face changed instantly, and he took out the sacred artifact of his life, a silver ancient mirror.
Driving the circular ancient mirror, its diameter has been expanded by hundreds of times and stood in front of it.
"Donglong"
With a loud noise, the knife fell on the ancient mirror, which relieved most of the pressure for Zhao Qingping.
In time for Zhao Qingping to react, Chang Ziqiu attacked again, clenched the knife in both hands, and chopped from top to bottom.
The knife flashed and drew a crack ten miles long.
"Boom"
The knife was blocked by Zhao Qingping with his own ancient mirror. His body trembled slightly, and the remaining knife power swept all over his body, which made him horrified.
The peer monks who came out of the northern wilderness could have such a terrible sword power, which really shocked Zhao Qingping. He was extremely nervous without the arrogant look just now.
"The third knife, the moon!"
Chang Ziqiu whispered, his eyes became sharp, and his wrists twisted, which changed the movement trajectory of the knife, and at the same time, the intention of the knife also changed.
It is difficult to find a few of such swords, even if they are placed in the same generation in Dizhou.
In the face of Chang Ziqiu's offensive, Zhao Qingping did not dare to be distracted at all. He not only used his own sacred weapon, but also showed the core Taoist skill of Tianfu Villa - Tianxuan Bible.
In just a few moves, Chang Ziqiu showed extremely strong strength and had the upper hand. Every knife he waved contained an unfathomable meaning.
"This son is extraordinary. Isn't he the strongest of the young generation in the northern wilderness?"
"I don't know who will win or lose in a battle with Dao Zun."
"The sword is the son of the Styx Holy Church. Except for those people, who can be his opponent?"
Many heavenly prides in Dizhou wait and see from afar, with solemn eyebrows and talking to each other.
As the battle progressed, Zhao Qingping gradually showed an invincible appearance, clenching his teeth and struggling to support. Although he is not the holy son of Tianfu Villa, he is also a core disciple and should not lose face to the sect.
The tenth move, the knife was like a chain of the soul, instantly came to Zhao Qingping, making him show a frightened expression, slightly panicked to urge the original holy weapon, and sheltered the body with defensive Taoism.
"Boom"
Even if Zhao Qingping tried his best to defend, it was difficult to withstand Chang Ziqiu's tenth knife.
With a loud sound of void explosion, Zhao Qingping's body flew far back, and the ancient mirror floating in front of him trembled violently. An extremely eye-catching crack appeared on the mirror, and the Taoist rhyme dissipated in half.
Although this knife did not cause much damage to Zhao Qingping, it has already won or lost.
If the battle goes on, anyone can expect the end.
Zhao Qingping has no hope of winning, and he doesn't even have the ability to carry Chang Ziqiu's ten knives.
"It's really ridiculous to dare to say such a word of words."
Chang Ziqiu saw that Zhao Qingping had no intention of fighting again. Mo Dao returned to the sheath and said coldly and arrogantly.
Hearing this, Zhao Qing was pale, but he had nothing to refute. He is not Chang Ziqiu's opponent. No matter how much he says, he is just a joke and humiliate himself.
"Shit back."
An elder from Tianfu Villa came.
Zhao Qingping looked deeply at Chang Ziqiu, engraved his face and expression in his heart, gritted his teeth and turned around, and retreated to the warship of Tianfu Villa. He lowered his eyebrows and felt ashamed.
"Who is he?"
Many forces began to explore Chang Ziqiu's origin and became very interested in him.
In this battle, Chang Ziqiu defeated the enemy with ten moves. He did not dare to underestimate the northern wilderness for the emperor's state, and also made himself famous.
"The strength of this guy is definitely at the forefront of the top ten in the northern wilderness."
Chen Qingyuan has been staring at Chang Ziqiu in the starry sky and said seriously.
"This person must still have a lot of hidden cards, which are unfathomable."
Wu Junyan rarely praises a person like this.
Originally, in Wu Junyan's eyes, only Changsun Fengye and Chen Qingyuan were more mysterious among their peers in the Northern Wilderness. Now it seems that there is another Chang Ziqiu.
"He is very strong. I don't think he is his opponent."
The strength shown by Chang Ziqiu alone has made many peers feel tricky. Changsun Qian is very self-awathful and talks to herself.
Tianfu Villa was ashamed and naturally wanted to find it back.
With Zhao Qingping's previous experience, Tianfu Villa did not dare to underestimate the monks in other states and sent true disciples who could rank among the top five of the younger generation in the sect.
This man is dressed in a jade robe, dressed decently, handsome and handsome.
"Wu Fengshan, it is said that he got a drop of phoenix blood when he was a child, and refined the blood. He was very talented."
The young generation of all forces in Dizhou exchanged news and talked about it interestingly.
"There's a good show."
Most people hold the mentality of watching the hustle and bustle, which is not a matter to themselves and hangs high.
"If Tianfu Villa still loses, his face will not be able to hang up."
Thirty-six in the nine regions of Dizhou have more or less friction with each other, and many forces are waiting to see the jokes of Tianfu Villa.
With the starry sky, the heroes of the world gather here, which is destined that this era will not be peaceful.
Wu Fengshan and Chang Ziqiu confronted each other. The two sides did not say a word and looked at each other silently.
The confrontation in the eyes is full of half of the fragrance.
Suddenly, the knife held by Chang Ziqiu's left hand trembled.
Both sides took action at the same time, and Mo Dao came out of the sheath again. The dazzling knife light made many people narrow their eyes.
Wu Fengshan's mind moved, and hundreds of silver needles appeared behind his back.
Each silver needle is about a foot long, extremely sharp, emitting a cold light, and there is a flow of ancient laws on it.
What!
With a gentle wave of his right hand, hundreds of silver needles immediately attacked Chang Ziqiu.
Some of the silver needles blocked Chang Ziqiu's sword power, and the remaining silver needles were attacked from different directions.
In an instant, Chang Ziqiu smelled a wisp of danger, and his pupils contracted, turning the attack into defense at the fastest speed.
"Ping, ding, ding..."
Chang Ziqiu was extremely fast. He crossed in front of him with a strange knife, forming an extremely hard knife barrier, so that all the silver needles were stabbed on the boundary of the knife without any damage.
"Go!"
Wu Fengshan used a new Taoist skill, and the void in front of his right index finger drew a circle.
Then, this circle became a yin and yang diagram, containing a trace of extremely profound law.
The yin and yang diagram is constantly getting bigger and spreading to a diameter of ten miles.
The next moment, the yin and yang map appeared on the top of Chang Ziqiu's head and fell quickly.
"Boom!"
Chang Ziqiu's body suddenly fell, his body was under great pressure, and his facial expression was slightly ferocious.
"Open!"
This is a strong opponent, which makes Chang Ziqiu feel excited. He raised the Mo knife in his hand and cut the yin and yang map in the sky with one knife.