At this time, the old man in the mouth of the onlookers was looking solemnly at the man opposite him who was at least a hundred years younger than him.
"The wind and clouds are converging. The two schools of the Five Eyes Ryu and the Kyokushin Ryu are mutually reinforcing. It's an eye-opener for me to actually appear in this way in a young man. It's just a young man. With your current strength, I'm afraid you are not my opponent. , you admit defeat, leave now, and settle down for twenty years, and you will no longer have any rivals in the world."
Qin Cang said something that was considerate of the other party.
But the man opposite took off his shirt, revealing the dragon and tiger tattoos on his body, then pulled out the sword from his waist and became serious for the first time.
"A vision came from the sky when I was born. The master said that I was a hidden scale. The Holy Martial Arts Hope gave me a rare treasure and later named me Zhi Sui. And you..."
Tiger Eye Taoist leader "Zhi Sui" was suddenly submerged by the wind and clouds.
A strong wind blew around the square, and misty clouds filled the air.
Qin Cang's expression immediately tensed up, but he saw torrent-like tornadoes rising from the ground around him. He suddenly raised his head and saw the tiger's eye hanging high in the sky, and all the tornadoes were gathering towards him.
"A person who kills his disciples and lives in an ignoble way wants me to admit defeat."
The tiger-eye Taoist leader's voice was like a tiger or a dragon, and his roar caused the sky to be filled with golden sword light and invisible sword energy.
Qin Cang's expression changed suddenly, and when his robes were strangely bulging, he shouted in a stern voice: "You're talking nonsense."
As soon as he finished speaking, his robe exploded into pieces, revealing a powerful and frightening body. The old man had white hair on his head, but from his face down, he had a body of muscles and muscles that could not be molded in this world.
There was an uproar outside the stadium.
The battle of Shengwu naturally attracted everyone's attention.
Everyone couldn't imagine that the old man who was so senile a moment ago suddenly transformed into a terrifying demon-like form.
Everyone is staring at this battlefield.
The sword light is flying.
Sword energy entwines.
Qin Cang closed his eyes, and the muscles all over his body were as static as metal. A large amount of steam-like heat waves were emitted, and the high temperature distorted the air. He was motionless despite the sword.
Ding--
After a long cry, Qincang was covered by the overwhelming sword light and sword energy.
Gudu Gudu.
Under a series of intensive slashes and cuts, the sound of bubbles rising and bursting was extremely obvious.
In the sky, the Taoist Taoist leader moved his eyes with the wind and clouds, and a pair of golden tiger eyes emerged from the sky. Then, the wind and clouds merged, and a huge, slightly illusory tiger gradually appeared in the air.
Roar!
The giant tiger composed of wind and cloud roared silently.
He suddenly crashed into the vortex covered in sword light and sword energy.
"snort."
There was a muffled sound from the vortex.
A large amount of steam was discharged. When the golden sword and cloud sword were exhausted, Qin Cang, who had been covered before, clasped his hands together and tightly grasped a huge tiger-headed sword that was constantly shaking.
"A boy who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth."
Qin Cang's face twitched, and he squeezed the giant tiger-headed sword with both hands to explode.
The next moment, the floor of the square was dented and cracked, and a powerful figure shot up. In an instant, it came to the front of Tiger Eye Taoist Zhi Sui. The two were face to face, very close to each other.
"Tell me, what do you know?"
Qin Cang's eyelids were drooped and his eyes were dark.
Huyan Dao pointed at one point, and a storm swept between the two. A cloud of white mist suddenly erupted with a strong wind, and Qin Cang was blown away in one go.
The old man retreated rapidly in the air, and the surrounding tornadoes approached him. Each tornado was composed of countless swords, wind, and sword clouds, forming an encirclement in an instant. Ordinary people would be shattered into pieces if they fell into it, leaving no trace behind. However, Qin Cang's steel body had hot steam emanating from between his muscles, which counteracted the grinding of the tornado and allowed him to hang steadily high in the sky.
After seeing that the old man was unharmed, Tiger Eye Taoist Master slowly said, "I have seen through your past."
Qin Cang narrowed his eyes, "Is this your rare treasure?"
I don't know how to answer.
Qin Cang was silent for a while, then suddenly laughed wildly, "What's the use of seeing through the past? You can't see through my future."
winter.
The air crackled.
The old man brought up a stream of steam that looked like a trailing cloud, and knocked the Tiger Eye Dao head away.
What followed was the extremely harsh sound of fist explosions and sword clashes.
Outside the field, 150,000 people stared dumbly at the fierce fighting in one place, which was completely different from other battlefield areas. The terrifying battle felt like their hearts were trembling.
Yagyu's lips trembled, "It's too strong, it's too strong..."
Long Yan unconsciously grasped the handle of the knife, his knuckles turning white.
In order to better watch the battle between the holy warriors, they had changed their positions, and they were surrounded by dense crowds of people.
"It seems like there won't be a winner for a while."
Next to him, a middle-aged woman with a pretty face and a lazy temperament said.
The fat man standing side by side with her smiled and said:
"It's rare to see holy warriors fighting, so the fight should last longer."
"Chitong, Qin Cang's hard body, can you hurt him?"
The person who spoke was not a lazy woman or a fat man, but a short and stocky young man with an iron rod, a boy who looked like he was underage.
"It's hard."
Chitong, however, was not one of the three, but the little boy squatting on the shoulders of the stocky young man.
"However, if I am forced to take out the Rotting Scale Needle, it should be able to break his immortal body."
The little boy Chitong frowned, seemingly dissatisfied with his words, and added: "He will die in my hands."
The fat man laughed when he heard this, "You have no chance."
"What's the meaning?"
Chitong and the other two looked over in confusion.
"Qin Cang is no match for that boy."
The exchanges between the few people were not concealed, so everyone around them heard it and consciously distanced themselves from the four people.
Yagyu Sheng and Long Yan secretly pricked up their ears and listened.
However, the actions of the people around them still caught the attention of the four people, so the next words were only their mouths moving, but no sound came out.
"What on earth did they say? I'm so anxious." Yagyu Shengao scratched his head.
Long Yan withdrew his attention from the few people. None of them could understand lip reading. They must not know what others were saying, but he couldn't help but think to himself:
"Are there so many holy warriors still alive in this world?"
...
"Hey, this scene seems a bit big."
Chen Qingyan stood on the gray cloud, looking at the extremely turbulent battle below despite the lake.
He saw the battle of holy warriors.
However, the other people who were waiting like him didn't seem to notice, or maybe their field of vision saw a different battlefield than his own. Anyway, Chen Qingyan didn't see any surprised expressions on those people.
Facing a battle between holy warriors, he may become his next opponent at any time.
After all, not everyone is so calm, right?
"Hehe, senior brother, I like this."
Chen Qingyan's heart moved, and he vaguely heard another voice.
It was the voice of the girl from before.
But no matter how hard he tried, he just couldn't hear the senior brother's voice from the girl's mouth.
