Xia Houtian's pupils narrowed.
This guy is looking for trouble.
He knows his identity!
Sure enough, we should have wiped them all out yesterday. If we cut the grass without eradicating the roots, we know that the situation will overturn.
The atmosphere on the sidelines was awkward for a while. As long as the seventh-level warrior said something, it would spread throughout the entire audience.
But what does he mean?
What about the wasteland?
And Master Longshou?
Isn’t this an exchange group from Kyushu? Why is it still related to the wasteland? 33
Saiyev also noticed that the atmosphere on the court was abnormal, and took the initiative to mediate: "It's just a discussion, there is no need to make it so formal, right?"
This guy is quite nice...
Xia Houtian glanced at him one more time, but it was obvious that the result would not change.
Shen Qinghe immediately thought of what happened last night. Once Xia Houtian's identity was revealed on this occasion, there would be an uproar in Kyushu!
Looking for trouble at this time, the other party was sure that Xia Houtian would not dare to use his full strength!
The monk was in the seventh level, and Shen Qinghe, as the person with the highest level in the exchange group, was qualified to accept his challenge.
But before he could stand up, Qiming had already walked out on his own initiative.
"Okay, let's use the habits of the wasteland to solve it."
He didn't want to take responsibility for himself, but it meant more to him that Xia Houtian didn't expose himself.
Over at the Pharaoh Academy, Sened was frowning just now and didn't know what the guy was talking about, but now he suddenly remembered:
"By the way, there does seem to be a wild dog born in the wasteland in their team. It seems that he is this kid? He is quite good."
"It turns out he is still a dragon head, but what does the rat-like behavior mean?"
"Any past disputes between them?"
This group of people didn't really understand the monk, and the monk didn't really understand Qiming.
He only knew that Qiming was indeed one of the three people given by James, and had no other information.
After all, everyone who knows the truth on the He Weiyi drilling platform has been taken care of. Through the previous images, we only know that there are three people, and it is impossible to determine who is the real Shuguang Emperor.
At this time Qiming walked out, the monk had no doubts.
"Although my realm is slightly higher than yours, Wasteland doesn't care about this."
Qiming sneered and took out Xingluo: "It doesn't matter the realm, just life and death."
The audience on the sidelines could not feel the undercurrent of the trial field at this time outside the protective barrier constructed by the gems.
"Broken knife? Are the people of Kyushu so poor? How dare you use it even if the knife is broken."
"No wonder I just talked about the wasteland. The wasteland is full of low-class people. There is no equipment available."
"Uh-! Our fighters are useless, they only dare to bully low-class people."
The ridicule outside the field had not yet completely spread, but on the trial field, Qi Ming's body was ignited with blazing flames, and the knife in his broken hand was directly repaired to two meters long.
Opposite me, the monk had a Zen staff in his hand. However, it didn't have the slightest hint of spiritual Buddhism. Instead, it smelled of blood.
It's like a death god coming out of hell.
It exudes a disgusting smell of blood and corruption.
Qiming raised his sword, and the fiery flames and scarlet blood faced each other head-on!
The monk didn't have the elegance of a monk at all. With a horizontal movement of his Zen staff, he also assumed a close combat posture.
In the night, streaks of scarlet blood swirled up, weaving into the shape of star wheels in the night sky.
The Zen staff is like a shadow, sweeping out!
Fast, accurate and ruthless!
Facing an opponent whose level is not as good as his own, he still chooses to go all out!
Qiming's face was condensed, and he never relaxed or retreated. Xingluo's long sword slashed the air, and thunder fell!
"boom!"
The first collision occurs!
Fire is flying!
The air flow exploded instantly, strong wind blew across the trial field, and outside the gem barrier, a burst of mud and rocks was thrown up from the ground.
There were several explosions in the air!
The monk didn't move, but Qi Ming took three steps back in a row.
The monk sneered and looked at Qiming condescendingly: "It's too far to hurt me with just this knife."
The Nile spectators in the trial field cheered in unison and cheered loudly. The gem barrier seemed to be deliberately letting out water, allowing the sound of mountains and tsunamis to penetrate into the trial ground.
Xia Houmeng crossed her arms in dissatisfaction: "It's so shameless. Seventh-level beat six-level, and you can use dirty tricks in this way."
Others' home court puts too much pressure on them!
With such applause from the enemy, can Qiming be able to maintain its status?
Xia Houtian sat next to him and rolled his eyes calmly.
pressure?
If Qiming could be pressured by something like this, he would write the word Xiahou upside down.
On the trial field, Qiming did feel the pressure instantly, but it didn't come from the cheers from the sidelines, but from the real monk's attack.
The six-stage realm and the seventh-stage realm really have different feelings.
Even though his strength is considered top-notch in the sixth-level realm, the Yuanli he can mobilize is not even inferior to that of a perverted seventh-level genius like Hongying.
But there is still a gap between his background and the seventh-level realm.
But it’s not big either!
He will never be forced into a desperate situation again like the time when Burma Northern City was encircled!
"The seventh-level martial arts master is just mediocre."
One knife won't do it?
I will give you tens of millions of dollars!
Qiming's sneer reached the monk's ears, followed closely by the awe-inspiring light of the sword!
Continuously!
In the blink of an eye, Qi Ming swung dozens or hundreds of knives!
Boom boom boom! ! !
The monk did not dare to neglect, he used his staff to block, poured in his Yuan Power, and mobilized all his mental power. He only had time to block Qi Ming's wild attacks one by one.
He simply didn't understand why this guy had such majestic Yuan Power, which could flow endlessly like a big river.
Holding the first sword did not put any pressure on the monk, but before he had time to adjust his state to counterattack, Qiming's second sword had already fallen in front of him!
boom!
Boom boom! !
The continuous chops left him no room to fight back, so he could only retreat while shaking his Zen staff, barely counterattacking.
But Qiming is no ordinary Yuan warrior!
The Xingluo sword was swung tirelessly, the speed reached the extreme, and each sword contained surging energy.
In the blink of an eye, the two had fought dozens of times, flying from the ground into mid-air, and then fighting back to the training ground from mid-air, with roars resounding.
"Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding" was heard constantly, and those with weaker strength and those who were slightly closer to the trial site felt as if their eardrums were about to burst.
It wasn't until hundreds of moves had passed that the afterimage in the audience's eyes gradually became clear.
Both of them had scars on their bodies. The monk had slightly fewer stab wounds, but the bones were deeply visible. The blood marks on Qi Ming's body made by the Zen staff were so deep that they seemed to be bleeding.
The fire burst out from time to time, as if the entire training ground was shaking. Let the audience's voices, which were full of momentum just now, gradually become silent.
That Qiming from Kyushu actually defended the seventh-level realm with the sixth-level realm and did not fall behind!
Defend hard?
The monk sneered.
Give you some color, you really feel invincible!
Your boy is an aggressive Yuan warrior, but I am not!
With an angry shout, the monk's stars spun around and his mental power exploded!
The Zen staff in his hand was extremely powerful, and the blood-colored mist once again knocked Qiming back. Immediately afterwards, the Zen staff was raised high!
"Let you see what a real martial artist is!"
Undead Elemental Martial Skill: Ask!
A large number of zombies similar to the one the girl summoned just now emerged from the bloody mist.
Some people died, but not completely...
