Qi Ming's eyes were always ashamed, and his casual expression finally changed slightly at this moment.

A smile of interest appeared on the corner of his mouth, "It's interesting!"

The sword in his hand slightly raised and gently stroked it in the air, not facing Qin Jiu.

But unexpectedly, he brought Qin Jiu's fist to the other side.

With a loud bang, a spider web crack was blasted out of the bluestone floor of the arena.

...

There was a magpies silent under the ring.

The fluctuations and pressure of the spiritual power that Qin Jiu just punched made their scalp numb.

"Then... aren't those people from the unknown small sect in the Qingtian Realm? Why are they so strong?"

"If the attack just now hit me, I...I'm completely powerless to resist."

...

Qin Jiu was led by a punch and wanted to attack again, but Qi Ming's second sword had arrived.

This second sword did not slash horizontally, but gently drew a circle.

But just such a circle made Qin Jiu blush suddenly.

Because at this moment, there were sword lights in front, back and left and right, he felt that there was no way out.

Just as Qi Ming's sword force was advancing layer by layer, he was about to attack Qin Jiu.

Chu Moli's voice slowly rang out, "Lao Wu."

Before he finished speaking, Qi Ming suddenly felt that something had been pulled on his elbow and could not move.

As soon as I looked up, I saw a tall and beautiful woman holding needles and thread in her hands, and her slender fingers flashed away.

And what pulled his elbow was the silk thread that Ling Yusheng wrapped around him.

When did these threads be wound?

He didn't know at all?

In amazement, Ling Yusheng had already flicked his fingers, and dozens of silver needles flew towards Qi Ming in a flash of lightning.

Qi Ming wanted to bend down and avoid it, but his body was wrapped with silk thread and he couldn't bend.

At the critical moment, he had to take a step back and avoid the attack.

...

Under the ring, many people took a breath.

"They actually forced mentor Qi Ming to move one step."

"Just just now, the disciples of Hunyuan Sect formed a sword formation, and more than twenty people attacked each other, so the teacher Qi Ming could not move at all."

"Who is this Xiaoyao Sect? Why are both of them so powerful?"

...

These shocked onlookers did not know that the attacks of the six people from Xiaoyao Sect had just begun.

Qi Ming had just avoided Ling Yusheng's attack, broke the silk thread on his body, and was about to raise his sword to attack.

Chu Moli said again: "Xiao Qi."

"It's ready!" Luo Yu showed a bright and cute smile, and his fingers twitched in the air.

Qi Ming was surprised at what methods they had.

Suddenly, countless birds fell from the sky, blocking Qi Ming's vision tightly.

Almost at the same time, there were dense mice on the ground at some point and entered Qi Ming's clothes.

If you look closely, you will find that these little birds and mice are not real birds and mice at all, but lifeless puppets.

Luo Yu felt a little sweat on his forehead and his face was pale, but the movements in his hands did not stop at all.

Qi Ming's hands and feet finally showed a hint of panic.

He suddenly burst out the spiritual power in his body, shaking the bird and rat puppets around him.

But before he could recover his keen insight, two sword lights that were thundering were already coming.

Leng Yumo and Yun Ruohan's figures overlapped and changed in the void.

The two sword lights superimposed on each other, but they were not ordinary one plus one, but completely blended.
Chapter completed!