Holding a long sword, Ye Zun stood up and tried to stop Zhao Yu, but the powerful force of the Sword Control Technique erupted, causing him to be instantly knocked back by the flying sword, and the long sword in his hand turned into pieces.

At this time, Zhao Yu used his sword skills and became an unrivaled king on the battlefield. Wherever he passed, all the prisoners who dared to stop him were turned into a pulp.

"As long as I destroy the formation, you will all die."

Seeing that he was getting closer and closer to the formation hub, Zhao Yu snorted coldly and pushed back both Lao Hei and the bull-headed monster.

But then, a figure appeared in front of Zhao Yu, and the vitality blasted out like a torrential wave, causing Zhao Yu's sword to tremble outside his body, and his body couldn't help but freeze.

"It's you again, kid. I didn't kill you before. You're lucky, but you still dare to stop me." Zhao Yu stared at Qin Cheng.

"I think you were lucky last time, otherwise you would have died."

Qin Cheng said lightly: "And in my opinion, your sword skills are mediocre. You only have a superficial understanding of them. It's a pity that you have this set of swords in your hands."

"You are such an arrogant boy. Now I will chop off your head with this sword technique to see how you continue to scream."

As for the art of sword control, Zhao Yu asked himself how he could withstand Qin Cheng's humiliation after he had mastered it completely after more than a month of study.

His eyes were cold. He stretched out his hand and pointed.

Among the ninety-nine Nanke swords, half of the flying swords suddenly rushed out, like a sword dragon, and rushed towards Qin Cheng with an astonishing sword force.

Qin Cheng's face was calm, and the sword in his hand shone slightly.

He was the only one who had used the sword control technique before, and he was also curious about how powerful this technique would be in Zhao Yu's hands.

At this time, the back mountain was mid-air, and almost everyone's eyes were focused on Qin Cheng.

They all held their breath. If Qin Cheng lost and Zhao Yu touched the formation, the situation would be completely troublesome.

It shocked everyone.

Bang bang bang!

The Nanke swords shot by Zhao Yu flew towards them and looked extremely sharp, but Qin Cheng turned the sword in his hand and easily knocked them away.

This sword move that Zhao Yu had used before seemed to have no threat in front of Qin Cheng.

Qin Cheng was able to handle it with ease without any impact.

"Sure enough, your swordsmanship is too poor to be worthy of such a good sword." Qin Cheng said scornfully.

"How presumptuous! I haven't shown my true ability. How strong do you think you are?"

Zhao Yu shouted angrily, and stretched out his hand again. This time, the ninety-nine Nanke swords trembled lightly, and all turned into flowing rainbows, shooting towards Qin Cheng.

This time, as the number of flying swords increased, Qin Cheng seemed to be struggling. Finally, the long swords fell down and pierced the armor of the Divine Power King, knocking Qin Cheng to the ground.

A large amount of smoke and dust was thrown up from the ground, and Qin Cheng's figure was shrouded in it, and he didn't know whether he was alive or dead.

"I thought you were so strong, but you are just a tough talker."

Zhao Yu smiled coldly, stretched out his hand to recall the Nanke sword, and then in a flash, he came to the formation hub.

As long as this formation is destroyed, everything will be over.

"I'm not dead yet. Where are you going?"

But at this moment, a calm voice sounded again.

Zhao Yu's smile froze and he saw Qin Cheng slowly walking out of the smoke, almost unscathed except for the armor that transformed his energy.

"You're actually fine."

"I told you that your swordsmanship is too poor to be worthy of this set of swords."

Qin Cheng threw away the badly damaged long sword in his hand. If the makeshift long sword had not been of poor quality, it would not have been knocked down by Zhao Yu's subsequent attack.

So this time, Qin Cheng flew towards Zhao Yu with his bare hands, not even using his sword.

"court death!"

Seeing that Qin Cheng dared to attack him, Zhao Yu's eyes froze, and the Nanke sword flew around him, forming a rapid storm vortex.

"What is this kid doing? Is he looking for death?"

In the Fire Dragon Heavenly Prison, seeing Qin Cheng taking the initiative to attack, the old man Black Mist roared.

Even across the prison cell, based on their past experience, they could see that what Zhao Yu used was an extremely superior method. It was also assisted by ninety-nine flying swords.

With such power, even if they fight Zhao Yu, they will avoid his sharp edge and choose to attack from a distance instead of close combat.

Just like what Qin Cheng chose before.

At this time, Qin Cheng not only gave up his weapons, but also took the initiative to attack. Did he want to rely on a pair of physical fists to deal with those extremely sharp swords?

Everyone in the audience was a little dumbfounded. Ye Zun and Lu Xiu were also stunned, staring at Qin Cheng.

Zhao Yu was also in disbelief. He looked at Qin Cheng coldly, intending to watch the other party die under his sharp blade.

call!

Qin Cheng's figure quickly flew into the storm composed of ninety-nine flying swords, and his body was quickly covered by the sword light.

But facing the rotation of the flying swords, Qin Cheng seemed to understand everything. He took strange steps and shuttled among the sword blades. Even if there were occasional blades that he couldn't avoid, he would reach out and gently tap them.

Turned the other way.

This scene gives people a very shocking feeling.

It is as if these flying swords in front of Qin Cheng are not the property of the enemy, but are surrendered to his arrangements.

"If you want to break through my sword formation, you are dreaming."

Zhao Yu's pupils shrank sharply, he shouted loudly, and the blade storm changed again. Nanke Sword set off strong winds and huge waves, and the spiritual energy surged into the sky, completely covering Qin Cheng's figure.

Bang bang bang!

There was a muffled sound in the storm, and the sound of impact continued, as if Qin Cheng could not stop the impact of the sword this time, and his breath was swallowed up by the storm.

After a while, even the sound of impact disappeared, and Qin Cheng disappeared.

"It's just a joke to use a mantis' arm as a cart."

Zhao Yu smiled confidently, turned around, and slapped the formation hub with his palm.

However, at the same time, a ghostly voice appeared behind him.

"The mantis is a chariot? You are right, but it's a pity that the mantis is you."

A cold voice sounded.

Zhao Yu's expression changed drastically, and he turned around suddenly.

Qin Cheng appeared in front of him.

"You're not dead, how is that possible?" Zhao Yu exclaimed.

At the same time, a sharp blade stabbed out and instantly pierced Zhao Yu's chest.

Zhao Yu's eyes widened for a moment, feeling the severe pain in his chest. He looked at the person with a look of disbelief on his face.

"You dare to turn around without killing the enemy. At your age, you are living like a dog."

"You, you!"

Qin Cheng stood in front of him at this time, and the storm of swords had stopped at some point. Ninety-nine Nanke swords fell around Qin Cheng, trembling slightly as if they were in submission.

Qin Cheng actually passed through his sword storm, not only unscathed, but also pierced himself with the Nanke sword. This was unacceptable to Zhao Yu.

"You actually used my sword to kill me."

Zhao Yu felt severe pain in his body and roared: "I don't understand why you can see through my sword formation and control the Nanke sword."

Blood spilled from the corner of Zhao Yu's mouth, and under the stirring of the long sword, his body and soul began to weaken.
Chapter completed!