Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, and the ground cracked with deep traces.

Qin Cheng landed slowly and watched the mountain wind blow away the thick smoke.

His expression moved slightly.

Zhao Ding appeared on the spot, unscathed.

Outside his body, the nine flying swords shone with light and surrounded him, acting like a shield, completely protecting him.

"Is this the art of sword control?" Qin Cheng's heart was moved. But when he felt it carefully, he found that it was different from the art of sword control.

It seems to be a mysterious sword formation, with nine swords combined with each other.

Qin Cheng sighed in his heart. The seven great saints of the Taoist Sect were indeed well-deserved and had many trump cards. Even Zhao Ding, who ranked sixth, was stronger than Feng Yuntian.

If it had been Feng Yuntian, he would have been dead by the blow he had just made.

"You are very strong, no wonder you have the arrogance."

Zhao Ding looked at Qin Cheng with cold eyes, and the nine flying swords circled around him faster, taking him flying up. Zhao Ding was now suspended in the air, with his long hair floating, like a sword fairy.

"I have never been arrogant, you have been clamoring to kill me." Qin Cheng shook his head.

"Haha, what's the difference? Originally, this was the Nine Spirit Sword Art that I left at the Tianjiao Festival, but I didn't want to use it in advance." Zhao Ding shook his head with emotion and said, "But if you can force me to use this method, you can use it in Jiuquan.

It's enough to be proud of."

He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Qin Cheng.

Suddenly, these nine flying swords, like living creatures, suddenly flew out while trembling, and headed straight for Qin City.

The nine flowing rainbows actually turned into nine directions, surrounding Qin City in the middle.

Qin Cheng frowned slightly and relied on his body skills to dodge. When he couldn't dodge, he fired a burst of energy to knock back the long sword.

"Stop struggling, my Nine Spirit Sword Formation, each sword runs a set of sword techniques. Now you are equivalent to fighting against nine of me. How can you win?" Zhao Ding looked at Qin Cheng coldly.

"Originally, this sword formation was used to deal with Zhang Junyi. Today I will use your sword as a sacrifice."

Zhao Ding rotated his fingers. The speed of the nine swords accelerated again.

Qin Cheng's face was solemn. Zhao Ding's sword skills were very mysterious. Each sword actually had its own routine, and they cooperated skillfully with each other without any conflict.

It was as if he was fighting nine swordsman masters at this moment.

Stab!

A flying sword passed by and soon opened a series of cuts on Qin Cheng's body.

Qin Cheng's pupils shrank. He had the urge to use spiritual energy many times, but he resisted every time.

Because he didn't believe that the final winner in this trial field could rely on spiritual energy.

Along the way, the reason why Qin Cheng was able to be more relaxed than others was because this was a place of trial for ancient body refiners, so he only used his strength, and the final result also gave him enough reward.

If the winner of the final battle is not an ancient body refiner, then this training ground will be too ridiculous.

So Qin Cheng is waiting, he wants to wait for when this formation will react.

"Haha. Are you at your wits end?"

In mid-air, Zhao Ding looked like a winner. Seeing the wounds on Qin Cheng's body increasing, he smiled ferociously.

He felt that he could play tricks on Qin Cheng now.

"Let me show you something more exciting."

As Zhao Ding spoke, he made a seal with his hands, and the nine flying swords suddenly paused, and then slowly condensed, as if they turned into one flying sword.

"go!"

Zhao Ding shouted and pointed at Qincheng.

Suddenly the flying sword flew out, as fast as lightning.

Feeling this dangerous aura, Qin Cheng frowned and exploded the ancient seal of the God King again, hitting the flying sword, causing the sword to fly upside down.

"You are too naive." Zhao Ding sneered.

Qin Cheng's pupils shrank, and then he realized that he had only knocked away one of the flying swords, and the remaining eight flying swords were still coming towards his chest.

With a continuous burst of energy, Qin Cheng exploded the last few ancient seals of the God King and knocked seven of them flying again.

But it was too late to dodge the last one. Qin Cheng reluctantly turned sideways and groaned.

The plane instantly pierced his shoulder, leaving a bloody hole.

Qin Cheng took a deep breath and stepped back. At the same time, he circulated his breath to stop the bleeding.

Zhao Ding waved his hand, and the nine flying swords gathered together again.

"You are lucky this time, but next time it will be your heart that will be pierced. Let me see how you can stop it."

Zhao Ding laughed and fired out a lot of spiritual energy. The nine flying swords flashed with brilliance, ready to move.

At this moment, Qin Cheng suddenly raised his head and looked at the surrounding light curtain. He found that something seemed to be forming above the light curtain.

"Believe it or not, if you draw the sword again this time, you will be the one who is finished." Qin Cheng said.

"Scaring me?" Zhao Ding said with a smile, "You are acting like a ghost now, and you still want to kill me?"

"I don't need to do anything at all. I just need to move my finger and you will die." Qin Cheng pretended to be mysterious.

"You are talking nonsense and you will die this time."

Zhao Ding shouted, and the nine flying swords rushed towards Qin Cheng again.

"Then take a look." Qin Cheng sneered, and Tian Ming looked at it. He immediately saw a red light falling on the light screen like lightning, so Qin Cheng raised his arm and pointed at Zhao Ding.

Qin Cheng decided not to dodge this time. If the punishment of this light screen was not enough to kill or seriously injure Zhao Ding, he would also use the methods of cultivating immortals. Even these nine flying swords could not kill him.

"You want to lie to me when you are about to die." Zhao Ding sneered, watching the flying sword about to penetrate Qin City.

But at this moment, he suddenly sensed something and raised his head suddenly.

I saw a red light in the sky, like a falling meteorite, getting bigger and bigger in my pupils.

"What's going on? I haven't won yet, and the light is wrong!"

Zhao Ding was a little confused. By the time he fully realized the danger of this light and his expression changed drastically, it was already too late.

boom!

The red light hit Zhao Ding's body hard, knocking him down from mid-air and crashing to the ground, creating a deep crater on the top of the mountain.

Even the entire mountain peak trembled slightly.

"Why, why so why?"

Zhao Ding crawled out of the pit, blood spurting from his mouth and seriously injured.

He looked at Qin Cheng in horror. If he hadn't summoned the nine flying swords at the last moment, he would have been dead just now.

Qin Cheng really just moved his fingers, and the formation launched its power to attack him. Could it be that his family opened this sect? But how is that possible?

If not, he didn't understand why the light curtain would attack him.

It is obvious that he is the stronger one, and he is the one who should accept the inheritance the most!

"I said that if you draw your sword again, you will be dead, but you don't believe it." Qin Cheng said slowly as he walked over.

Zhao Ding's complexion changed drastically and he vomited blood again.

At this time, he was completely seriously injured and had no strength to fight.

"Wait, I have something to say." Zhao Ding reached out to dissuade him: "As long as you leave this inheritance to me, I can recommend you to join the Taoist Sect. It's okay..."

"Sorry, not interested."

Qin Cheng shook his head, responded simply, and struck out with a palm.

Zhao Ding widened his eyes and looked at Qin Cheng's palm, which was getting closer and closer to him.
Chapter completed!