Qin Li drew his sword and pointed it straight at everyone:

"No need to talk nonsense, have the courage to come forward and fight!"

"No matter who it is, I only use one sword. If I use the second sword, the top-grade magic weapon in my hand will belong to the other party."

As soon as this is said!

The surrounding spectators' heartbeats are accelerating.

How precious is the best magic weapon? Besides, it is a thunder sword, which is priceless.

"I'll ask you for advice!"

"You retreat, I'll fight him!"

"Get out, I liked that thunder sword first, and I'll go cool down."

More than a dozen disciples jumped out, pushed each other and were tense. They all wanted to challenge the first time, so they attacked one after another, causing more than a dozen people to make moves at the same time, and various sword energy burst out, shining like a tide.

"Fight the world!"

Qin Li slashed out with a sword in the air.

Fierce and domineering a mixture of thunder, tearing up all kinds of sword lights, sweeping the entire audience.

More than a dozen Dao Peak disciples were invincible, and they were all swept out, and even affected the disciples watching the show around them, which scared them backwards repeatedly.

"How is that possible? Those senior brothers and sisters at the fourth or fifth level of the Heavenly Man. They are powerful and more than a dozen people can't stand a sword together!" Everyone's eyes were horrified, as if they were poured with a basin of cold water, extinguishing their thoughts of seizing the thunder sword.

Qin Li shook his head and said helplessly: "Ordinary disciples are too weak, and they don't even have the qualifications to draw my sword. It seems that a restriction has to be added to the challenge. They must be candidates for the journey of the fallen moon, otherwise they will ignore it."

Hearing the words!

Everyone was petrochemical on the spot.

These words were extremely arrogant and arrogant.

The dozen challengers had their faces flushed and wanted to hide in the cracks.

"Enough!"

A loud shout came.

Under the Nine Tribulation Peach Divine Tree, among the disciples of Jingzhe.

A strong man came out, with a strong figure, thunder and lightning in his body, and a big knife in his hand.

"It's not a waste to our Jingzhe Peak, so let's shout again!"

"My one knife is enough to hurt you!"

Boom!

The strong disciple slashed out with a knife.

The thunder sound was shaking, and the sky was storm, turning into a five-clawed flying dragon.

The Thousand-Fall Thunder Dragon penetrated the sword's will, roared in the sky, and was majestic in all directions, suddenly pierced through, killing both gods and ghosts, furious as thunder.

"Change the sword force!"

Qin Li finally took it seriously.

This move was the result of his painstaking research and learning from hundreds of schools of thought.

As soon as a sword came out, the sword aura turned into a vortex, sweeping over, containing the most yin and soft power, dispelling the violent sword intent, calming the thunder and thunder. Before the Thunder Dragon could be killed in front of him, it had already collapsed.

"What!" The strong disciple was shocked. His strongest move was resolved by the opponent's sword, just like the spring breeze dissolved ice and snow. The endless force came and almost teared him apart, but the opponent obviously stopped and did not cause much damage.

"Give up!"

Qin Li put his sword into the sheath and started calmly.

"I lost!" The strong disciple said with difficulty, his face hot.

He was so arrogant that he tried to kill Qin Li in seconds, but was defeated by someone with a sword. If it weren't for his mercy, he might have been on the spot.

This scene deeply stimulated everyone around, especially the disciples of Jingzhe, to feel deeply shame and horror: "Damn it, I'll come to slash our Jingzhe Peak's face, I won't understand this."

immediately!

Many disciples from Jingzhe Peak took action.

Among them, there were seven quotas for the fallen moon, and Qin Li only gave out seven swords.

All the senior brothers and sisters of Jingzhe Peak are heroes, but they suffered a series of defeats, without taking a single sword, which made the audience stare out, and then look at Qin Li's insulting horoscopes on his head, which was a great irony.

"Goodbye!"

After Qin Li won eight victories, he was ready to leave.

"Wait a minute!" The former strong disciple looked angry:

"Dugu Wudi, our Jingzhe Peak has no grudges and grudges with you. Why do you have to come to your door and trample on the face of our Dao Peak?"

Qin Li stood with his sword in his arms, proud and upright: "It's just a competition, without any insult. Besides, Jingzhe Peak is just my starting point. I will challenge all the various Dao Peaks and prove my sword skills!"

The clouds and winds were light and soft, and the thunder exploded in the ears of everyone.

Everyone gasped.

The strong disciple swallowed his saliva and said in shock:

"This is to draw the face of each Dao Peak. Why do you do this?"

Qin Li looked up at the eight green characters and smiled playfully: "If the Palace of Punishment does not distinguish right from wrong, it will insult my horoscope, so I will give him the horoscope!"

"Those eight words?" All the spectators couldn't help asking.

Sharp!

The sword is unsheathed.

A sword slashed out and the thunder roared.

The cliff cracks the soil and stones, and eight ancient characters are carved.
Chapter completed!