Wearing a purple robe and a white shirt.
At this moment, it became the focus of everyone in the room.
There were huge crowds of people, cheering and cheering.
However, none of this affected the two people on the stage at all.
"I've always heard that you Dahefang monks are the best at fighting, but today I saw it, and I'm quite disappointed!"
Bai Qi played with a small red ball in his hand, with a playful expression on his face.
"In the past seven battles, except for the sick tiger Zeng Wen, no one could catch my eye. Are you more useless than him?"
The tall Qin Liangchen, with his nostrils pointing towards the sky, was extremely disdainful.
"Zeng asked? He is worthy of being compared with me. When he snatched a woman from me, I beat him until he was running away with his head covered."
Bai Qi's eyes lit up, "So, you have two brushes!"
That's the look in his eyes that makes him happy.
Qin Liangchen didn't like this look. He had always regarded monsters and casual cultivators as prey.
A golden mace suddenly flew out.
"If you want to fight, let's fight. Where's all the nonsense!"
The golden mace was powerful and heavy, and it was suddenly struck out with majestic power that was overwhelming.
Bai Qi didn't panic and threw the red ball upwards in his hand.
Instantly!
The sky was filled with sword light and murderous intent burst out.
Just a face-to-face encounter, the sword light criss-crossed like silk, tightly wrapping the golden mace.
The extreme cutting power exploded, and the golden mace exploded instantly, turning into countless fragments and swaying in all directions.
"Kenmaru!"
Qin Liangchen's expression changed drastically!
...
"Hey, it's actually our sect's sword pill."
Luo Tianhong was surprised when he saw the most luxurious grandstand.
Pang Renxiong, the golden elixir master who had been closing his eyes to rest his mind, couldn't help but open his eyes.
After just a glance, he shook his head and closed his eyes again.
From beginning to end, no comments were issued.
Luo Tianhong didn't take it seriously. The Qi Refining monk's use of sword pills was certainly not in the eyes of the elders.
He looked very interested.
But after looking at it carefully for two rounds, I also frowned.
"You are not worthy of being called a sword cultivator because of your crooked ways!"
...
The moment Jianwan appeared, almost all knowledgeable people cast their eyes on the stands of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect.
However, no Jade Cauldron Sword Cultivator spoke.
Even some of the Qi Refining Sect members who came to help looked shocked, and then suddenly became angry.
The spectators were unaware of the situation and had no choice but to turn their attention back to the forum.
Under the sky full of sword threads, the monks from the Poshan Gang struggled to hold on, and their purple robes were full of cuts.
"That purple robe should be a top-quality defensive robe. The Poshan Gang made a big deal and even brought out such good things."
"But in front of a sharp weapon like Kenmaru, I'm afraid I won't be able to last a few rounds."
"This person is in danger!"
Everyone can see Qin Liangchen's condition clearly.
No matter what magic weapon he sacrificed, it would turn into pieces in just two or three breaths under the rain-like sword light.
In the stand where the Poshan Gang was located, Murong Qinglian had already stood up nervously.
The teeth bite lightly, and the delicate body trembles slightly.
"Uncle Mi, can he win on a good day?"
Mi Shuhua's face was solemn, "The opponent used sword pills, and the attack power is unparalleled among magic weapons. But with the Zihe Taoist robe I gave, Liangchen was safe for a while. But if you defend for a long time, you will lose, and Liangchen must launch a counterattack. ah!"
Can you fight back?
Under the red sword light that filled the sky, a few more Qi Refining monks were able to break through the encirclement.
Luo Chen's heart was beating wildly, there was such a magic weapon in the world.
No, or the sword pill is no longer a magical weapon.
Strictly speaking, every Jade Cauldron Sword Sect sword pill can be counted as a magic weapon embryo.
As long as the monks use their spiritual consciousness to cultivate their magic power every day, they can refine it with real fire and upgrade it to a magic weapon when they advance to the golden elixir stage.
Even with the best defense robe, it is impossible to defend such a sharp weapon.
Brother Qin, how should we break the situation?
If I encounter such enemies in the future, how should I resist them?
...
Breaking?
Qin Liangchen's beard and hair grew taller, and he once again took out a magic weapon.
When Bai Qi saw this scene, he laughed wildly.
"Such a low-quality magic weapon is useless to my sword pill!"
Qin Liangchen was unmoved. As soon as the magic weapon was sacrificed, he used huge spiritual power to destroy the magic circle engraved on it.
boom!
The magic weapon exploded instantly!
The huge power immediately spread the sword light all over the sky for a moment.
This move he clearly learned from Yang Rusheng's style in the previous game.
Chance!
Qin Liangchen seized the opportunity and rushed forward.
Bai Qi smiled sarcastically, as if he knew he had such a weakness.
The sword light is scattered and the power is not condensed enough.
But he was prepared!
The ten fingers were connected, and blood spurted out from the fingertips.
The sword light in the air suddenly condensed into one, turning into a bloody giant sword and slashing down on the head.
The method of blood refining!
When he used this move, many people were relieved.
No wonder someone in the Qi Refining Stage can control sword pills that only monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage can barely master.
The blood refining method can indeed be done.
But doing this will hurt yourself and hurt Jianwan even more.
The embryo that could have been promoted to a magical weapon has been unable to advance for life and can only be used as a top-grade offensive weapon.
No wonder the people of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect would show disdain and even anger.
Using this inferior multiplication method is an insult to the Jianwan of the Jade Cauldron Sword Sect.
They were relieved.
But what Qin Liangchen faced was a real life and death crisis.
Facing the bloody giant sword that cut off his head, Qin Liangchen's eyes widened and he rushed forward desperately.
The chance is only this once.
Even if you die, you must catch it!
A jade-like palm was raised to hold the sword light.
"ah......"
A scream came from his mouth, and a sword pill trembled crazily in his palm.
The purple robe kept erupting with purple light, trying to resist the burst of sword light, but how could it resist the power of the magical embryo.
In less than three breaths, the purple light dissipated.
What followed was the sound of explosion.
boom! boom! boom!
Starting from the palm of his hand, Qin Liangchen's flesh and blood began to disintegrate inch by inch.
Bai Qi sneered on the opposite side, he had never seen such a stupid person before who dared to take Jianwan's killing move with his flesh and blood body.
Suddenly, his expression changed drastically.
Three breaths later, the other party was already very close to him.
boom!
Another explosion sounded.
What he saw was not a look of despair and pain, but a ferocious and terrifying face.
"drink!"
The only remaining left hand, glowing with pure white jade color, was raised high.
Then chop it off.
Bai Qi fell to the ground in shock, and what fell at the same time was the crimson sword pill with countless silk threads wrapped around it.
Qin Liangchen gasped for air and said with a ferocious smile: "Why do you think I am called Duan Yuhu!"
On his left hand, he had put on a white glove at some point.
It was this magical weapon that was used just now to split Bai Qi's body apart from a distance of ten feet.
The price Qin Liangchen paid for this was that his right hand, from the palm to the arm, was cut into pieces.
Everyone looked at the one-armed man on the stage with only one hand left.
Under his feet was Bai Qi who was split into two halves.
The battle of refining qi can be so brutal!
At some point, Miao Zhen had fallen onto the stage.
Shaking his head, he reached out and grabbed it, and the sword pill fell into his hand.
"In this battle, Poshan Gang Qin Liangchen wins."
After announcing the result, he said calmly: "This sword pill and all the trophies on this person belong to our Jade Cauldron Sword Sect."
Qin Liangchen's head was a little groggy now. He couldn't help but raise his head when he heard that someone was trying to snatch his loot.
"Your hand is ruined, we will help you replace it with a suitable hand."
"In addition, I will supply you with ten thousand spiritual stones."
"Okay, go down!"
"oh"
When he heard that he could pick up a novice, Qin Liangchen, still conscious, responded in a dazed manner and left the discussion platform.
When he walked to the door, Murong Qinglian was already waiting there.
Grinning and spitting out a few words.
"I'm back."
