it's over?

Another one died?

After the stone forest was silent for a while, it caused a sensation like boiling water. Tens of thousands of people exclaimed and discussed, and countless spirit monsters roared. Before this, most of the newcomers still had a contempt, but now they collapsed with Qiu Chenfu's fall. No matter how arrogant or conceited they were, they had to admit that Qiu Chenfu showed his strength was top-notch, approaching the quasi-tiger ranking, especially the power of the Sky-Tearing Sword, which was enough to kill blockbusters of the same level.

However, Qin Ming stood at the end again, and a golden magic sword tore the darkness, kill the ferocious beasts, and suppress the sky sword!

What a majestic power, what a domineering power!

Yu Chan all sighed deeply, it was terrible! This is not the real power of the Tearing Sky Sword, but it is already the limit of Qiu Chenfu's ability to show, and it is also the limit of the release of the eighth level of the Holy Martial Arts. He was defeated again! What is the origin of the golden magic sword in Qin Ming's hand? It can actually compete with the spiritual weapon on the Xuanhuang Hundred Soldiers List of Heavenly Court!

Qin Ming threw Qiu Chenfu at Haitang's furnace and pulled out the Sky-Tearing Sword.

The Sky-Tearing Sword is heavy and cold, the hazy black aura is soaked with evil and killing. The blade is extremely sharp and is filled with a terrifying aura, as if it can break the sky and the earth and kill everything.

The Tearing Sky Sword was held in his hand and it made Qin Ming's wrist hurt slightly, weighing millions of tons, as if he was holding a world.

"If the person is defeated, we will accept it! Hand over the sword to tear the sky!" Huanlangtian and everyone shouted loudly, almost killing him.

"The person who came on stage has his own contract, and he will die without life! If he is defeated, his life will belong to me, and everything will belong to me." Qin Ming responded coldly to Huan Langtian, held the Sky-Tearing Sword for a while, and threw it towards Yan Wanming behind him: "Thank you for this period of time, the Sky-Tearing Sword... it belongs to you!"

Clang!! The Sky-Tearing Sword was held by Yan Wanming, and a sound wave of steel colliding suddenly erupted.

"Spirit List, tear the sky!" Yan Wanming aroused a strong evil spirit all over his body and broke into the tear the sky. The sword body was roaring, and a fierce sword power hit the sky in an instant, extremely sharp, and the sword body soared several times, reaching ten meters long and half a meter wide, just suitable for Yan Wanming's body.

It is worthy of the spirit list warriors, but they can actually change their scale.

Yan Wanming's whole body was as majestic and hard as steel, with a terrifying aura, and it was as high as ten meters high, majestic and domineering as well. With the ten-meter-long giant sword, he was still a famous warrior. He actually had an incredible feeling of "matching", which was more powerful than holding it in Qiu Chenfu's hand.

"That is Huanlangtian's treasure. Let go of your dirty hands." Huanlangtian people were furious. They were noble and holy, and they would never allow the treasures in the tribe to be blasphemed by those monsters.

Qin Ming raised his sword and turned his fingers to Langtian: "I want to tear the sky sword and accept the battle of life and death."

"I'm tired of living!!"

"I'm here, isn't it just a death sentence? My head is on my neck, so you can take it?" Qin Ming's voice was cold, but it was soaked in domineeringness.

"A bastard, finally warn you to hand over the Sky-Tearing Sword."

"Ah, no matter how hard you are, you can't afford to lose? Tear the Sky Sword on Panlong Mountain, go and take it!" The mortal enemy Tianyi Clan responded without hesitation.

Many people expressed their opinions: "The things that go to Panlong Mountain belong to the subject of life and death. Qin Ming is dead, everything he belongs to you. When you die, everything belongs to Qin Ming. It is normal and reasonable."

Even Huang Leitian nodded and accepted this attitude.

It’s not that they all helped Qin Ming suddenly, but that in this way, they can openly strip the Tearing Sky Sword from Huanlangtian. Whoever kills Qin Ming in the future will be the one who will belong to it.

The attitudes of all parties made Huanlangtian furious, but they could not find a refutation. All the resentful anger was aimed at Qin Ming.

"Huanlangtian, come and get it? Don't you dare!" Qin Ming was waiting coldly.

"The barbarian boy from Gu Hai, I am afraid that I am Huanlangtian and you will not succeed." An elder from the Eighth Heaven of the Holy Martial Arts shouted angrily and rushed towards Panlong Mountain, but was about to step onto the mountain.

I suddenly stopped when I pushed myself, my expression was slightly stiff, and my cheeks were covered with sweat.

On stage? A life-and-death battle?

Even Qiu Chenfu couldn't kill him, can I?

He struggled with his expression, secretly hated that he had moved, but he had already walked here, could he still retreat?

More and more people looked at him, and he could almost feel the ridicule and teasing in those eyes.

"Wow!" The man felt ruthless, and his voice was roaring with anger, and his fighting spirit was boiling. He rushed towards Panlong Mountain. He waved a huge sword in his hand and waved it violently. The wind roared, and the sand and stones flew. The sound roared, shaking Panlong Mountain.

Qin Ming withdrew the Eternal Sword, and his wings trembled violently, accompanied by a burst of thrust, and rushed towards the man like lightning. A large number of white bones were produced in the right arm, intertwined, protecting half of his arm and right hand like armor. The white light was bleak and his strength increased sharply.

"Great destruction... Ten thousand people took their lives!" The old man ran quickly and slashed fiercely. The sound of the sword buzzed, and endless strong light burst out, drowned the world. The light made people unable to open their eyes and completely concealed his traces. The sword light cut across the line, sharp and rapid, with the power to destroy thousands of troops.

Qin Ming came towards him, but could not see it but could capture the fluctuations of life, which was more sensitive to him.

Boom!! The two of them collided in the endless white light. Qin Ming swung his fist violently and directly bombarded the sword with his bone fist. With a cracking sound, the thick sword actually shattered and turned into countless pieces and flew violently. Qin Ming's heavy punch was rampant and hit the old man's chest heavily.

The old man vomited blood and flew backwards, and he couldn't even hold on with a single move.

Qin Ming spread his wings and galloped, chasing the old man out of the white light range, his heavy punches were as fast as thunder, and his bombardment was densely packed.

The old man endured his serious injury and fought back in a hurry, but was suppressed by Qin Ming and retreated repeatedly. Heavy punches were flooding him like a storm. Each punch had amazing power, hitting his chest, exploding his sternum, his shoulder, and his femur.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them crossed hundreds of meters. Qin Ming burst out eighty heavy punches in the audience's exclamation, and the last blow penetrated his shattered chest. The huge impact force directly shattered his heart. His broken body flew away from the ground, just hitting the alchemy furnace in front and swallowed it all.

Many people involuntarily opened their mouths and felt chill all over. How could they kill people like slaughtering dogs? They just killed Qiu Chenfu, and then they could easily kill the same level? This can only be seen in the supreme genius on the Dragon and Tiger List of Heaven. Could it be that Qin Ming has the strength at the Tiger List? It is impossible! How could such a stunning talent appear in the wilderness? Moreover, Qin Ming does not seem to have any special bloodline inheritance.

Qin Ming turned around, twisted his neck, shook the blood from his hands, and pointed at the audience.

Everyone looked at Qin Ming, with different expressions, but they all showed solemnity. Qin Ming's strength was beyond imagination. Even the people who had witnessed him killing Lu Hui and Lu Xingkong before took a breath, exclaiming and fearing.

It's the fourth day, the tenth battle, he is still standing! He won again!

Qin Ming looked around the audience and said indifferently and coldly: "No one in heaven?"

"Apride!" The black and storm suddenly aroused dozens of angrily scolding, "There is no one in the heavenly court? It's extremely arrogant!

The casual cultivators from the Gu Hai were sucking in a cold air, and even more, they couldn't say it, but they were extremely violently and violently and dared to cheer up their whole body, and their eyes burst into a bright light. There is no one in the heaven? What a fucking saying that there is no one in the heaven! Looking at thousands of years, how many people from the Gu Hai dare to speak like this!

"Haha, there is no one in heaven?"

"Start again, Battle 11, please!"

"Donghuang, please go to Panlong Mountain!"

A large number of casual cultivators were excited and shouted loudly, changing their previous low-key and obedient state. It seemed that Qin Ming was fighting for them and for the casual cultivators of the Guhai!

The shouts of more than a dozen people caused dozens of people to shout, and eventually caused the roar of hundreds: "Donghuang, please go to Panlong Mountain!"
Chapter completed!