Chapter 580

The long sword is breathtaking with green light. Although it hasn't moved yet, it has rolled up a fierce tide in the void.

"There's no hope --"

"It's a half step spirit weapon. Cang Yumen's handwriting is so big!"

"A disciple of Ning Mai Jing Er Chong Xiao Cheng, however, has a half step spirit weapon. In this competition, I'm afraid that in a flash, the winner will be divided."

"Xiuxian Si Fu, Dan Wen Qi array, broken Star building, no matter how strong the Fu Wen and array are, they are only auxiliary. They can't resist for long before their real strength, especially the other side still has such sharp weapons."

There was a lot of discussion around.

At this moment, even the friars who thought there was still a glimmer of hope in the broken Star Building changed their tune.

We can see the influence of the half step spirit weapon.

"The emperor Shen has such a sharp weapon. It seems that the cangyumen really want to cultivate him well." Looking at the blue sword, Lin miaoran couldn't help saying.

But at this time, she found that Chu Yan's look, did not show the slightest worry, but the corner of her mouth with a smile.

"Don't you worry?" Lin miaoran blinked curiously.

"No Chu Yan shook his head, "half step spirit weapon, this kind of sharp weapon, also depends on who holds it. There is no strongest weapon, only the strongest monk. In this respect, I have absolute confidence in ah Qing."

By the time they spoke, the game had already begun.

In a flash, the blue sword, like a raging tide, swept away towards the clear.

In a flash, the sharp swords around each other, like torrential rain, thunder and lightning, people watching from afar can't help but feel their spirits shaking violently, their ears rumbling, and their breath will stop.

"What a strong strength!"

"Is this the double Xiaocheng of Ning Mai Jing?"

All around the stands, suddenly came bursts of exclamation.

"Cousin, you're going to lose!" After the sword, Shen Huang sneered.

This sword, seal all life, Shen Huang believe, Shen Qing absolutely can't resist, only the white end.

"Wind and moon dance!"

Shen Qing's eyes are still calm. When everyone thinks that she wants to avoid quickly, Shen Qing steps forward and rushes towards the sword. With a huge axe in her hand, she sweeps fiercely and makes a huge sound, giving people the illusion that the void is about to be blown up.

"She's crazy!"

"It's a half step spirit weapon. She's going straight up. Does she want to die?"

"This is the way to die!"

Many people are shocked by Shen Qing's action, and their eyes are round.

Boom!

The huge axe and the sword collided violently in an instant, and there was a loud thunder.

In a flash, the sparkle turned into a dazzling fire dragon, stretching, extending and spreading all around. It made people's eyes sour and burst into tears.

At this moment, the air seems to be burning, steaming like a golden snake.

Shen Huang's brow wrinkled and his arm felt sore. He couldn't help muttering in his heart: "what a great power."

Shen Qing's strength was beyond his expectation, so that his sword was smashed in an instant.

"But, it's just one layer. It's raining and chopping!"

Shen Huang snorted coldly, and the green sword rose again, like a storm. In an instant, the whole axe was involved in it.

Crackle!

At this moment, the power of the half step spirit weapon was brought into full play.

Shen Qing's huge axe was rolled by the sword and cut into several pieces.

An ax the size of a wheel is thrown into the air and cut into several pieces in a flash.

"You lost." Destroying Shen Qing's weapon, Shen Huangran smiles and has a plan.

Many sect disciples in the grandstand also shook their heads secretly at the moment: "the first scene of broken Star building has lost."

But at this time, after the big axe pieces, Shen Qing suddenly accelerated.

Taking advantage of the opportunity of the sword sweeping the axe, she rushed to the front of Shen Huang like a startled goose.

Speed is too fast, originally believed that the other party has lost Shen Huang, even Leng after a while, just reflected.

Because of his amazing Kung Fu, Shen Qing seizes the opportunity and comes to him.

Arm waving, such as the general force of the bow, Shen Qing five fingers into claws, toward the other side of a sudden pressure.

"The angry dragon is hanged with a winch!"

In a flash, Shen Huang's eyes flashed: "dare to attack, I think you don't want this hand!"

The sword moved, and in a twinkling of an eye, it interweaved into a big net, covering Shen Qing's arm.

If Shen Qing's arm is involved in it, it will be twisted into pieces like the previous axe.

But at this moment, the speed of Shen Qing's hand was much faster than Shen Huang's imagination.

Her arms were like the angry dragon exploring the river. In a moment, through the gap between the swords, her fingers fell on Shen Huang's wrist.

At this moment, Shen Huang only felt the pain on his wrist as if he had been pierced by thousands of steel needles.

All the blood arrows shot out. The pain of entering the marrow made Shen Huang give out a painful hum. The half step spirit weapon in his hand couldn't be grasped for a moment.

"Asshole!" Shen Huang was surprised and angry. He endured the pain. His wrist shook and his sword turned into a straight line. He cut towards Shen Qing. At the same time, he used his body method and retreated quickly.

"Eclosion and ascent!"

Originally, he wanted to use this sword to push Shen Qing back. He stepped back and made another attack after a distance. After all, there was a half step spirit weapon in his hand. Shen Huang felt sure to defeat Shen Qing.

But at this time, a scene that made Shen Huang feel incredible appeared.

Shen Qing didn't retreat!

The look in her eyes did not change at all!

Shua!

At this moment, the sword had already brought out a piece of blood on Shen Qing's arm.

In two of the wounds, bone can even be seen deep.

But Shen Qing didn't seem to feel it at all.

She took another step forward.

This step, in Shen Huang's eyes, was like a thunderclap in his heart, which made his breath stagnate.

"You crazy --" Shen Huang opened his eyes and blurted out.

"The teacher told me that once I quit, I will lose!" Shen Qing's eyes were cold, but at this moment, her whole body burst out with incomparable strength, "so, I can't retreat!"

Facing the sword, Shen Qing tried again.

With a bang, Shen Huang's wrist burst out a group of strange blood. The half step spirit weapon came out of his hand and rotated at a high speed in mid air. It was like a windmill flying out and inserted into the ground with a click.

And Shen Huang's body was shocked by the huge force, and he even retreated more than ten feet. Then he managed to stabilize his body. His eyes looked at Shen Qing with fear, confusion, confusion and shame.

His left hand, covering his right wrist.

Thick blood gushed from his fingers.

The fierce pain, at this moment, made Shen Huang feel that his teeth were going to be crushed.

But at this time, he felt more, or endless humiliation.

At this time, in the direction of his face, Shen Qing's feet fell to the ground, her arms were dripping with blood, two wounds were open, and there were white bones, but her eyes didn't even fluctuate.

"You don't have the advantage of a half step psionic weapon."

At this time, Shen Qing said something like adding fuel to the fire.