The smoke rolled up, and the earth crackd out deep marks.

Qincheng slowly landed and watched the mountain breeze blowing away the thick smoke.

His expression was slightly moved.

Zhao Ding appeared in place, and he was unscathed.

In the outside of his body, the nine -handed flying sword flashed, surrounded by uncertainty, but it was like a cover, which completely protected him.

"Is this Royal Sword?" Qincheng moved, but felt carefully, but found that it was different from the royal sword art.

And it seems to be a set of mysterious sword array, the nine -handle sword combined with each other.

Qincheng's heart was emotional, and asked the seven saints of Zongzong, and it was all very famous, and there were many cards. Even Zhao Ding, who ranked sixth, was stronger than that.

If it was Fengyun Tian, ​​he was dead just now. He was dead.

"You are strong, no wonder you have arrogant capital."

Zhao Ding looked at Qincheng with a cold eyes. Nine -handed flying sword surrounded him faster, taking him up, Zhao Ding suspended at the air at this time, his long hair fluttered, like a sword fairy.

"I'm never arrogant, you have been clamoring to kill me." Qincheng shook his head.

"Oh, is there any difference? Originally, this was the Jiulingjian Jue I stayed at the Tianjiao event, but I didn't want to use it in advance." Zhao Ding shook his head with emotion: "But you can force me to use this method, you are in Jiuquanzi's.

Below, it's enough to pride. "

He stretched out his hand and pointed directly at Qincheng.

Suddenly these nine flying swords, like a living creature, flew out suddenly during the trembling, and went straight to Qincheng.

Nine -way flowing rainbow turned into nine directions and surrounded Qincheng in the middle.

Qincheng frowned slightly, dodging by his body, and he couldn't avoid it, so he hit a strong shock to retreat.

"Don't struggle, my Jiuling sword array, each sword runs a set of sword tactics, now you are equivalent to fighting with nine, how can you win?" Zhao Ding coldly stared at Qincheng.

"Originally, this sword array was used to deal with Zhang Junyi, and today I will sacrifice your sword first."

Zhao Ding's fingers rotated, and the operating speed of the nine -handle sword accelerated again.

Qincheng's complexion is dignified, and Zhao Ding's sword tactics are very mysterious. Each sword has its own routines, and it is skillful with each other and does not conflict.

Just like he was fighting with nine kendo masters at this time.

Stab!

A handle of flying sword passed by, and soon on Qincheng, he opened a Tao.

Qincheng's pupils were slightly shrinking. He has repeatedly wanted to perform aura, but he was durable again and again.

Because he did not believe that the final winner of this test field can rely on aura.

Along the way, the reason why Qincheng was easier than others was because this was the trial place of the ancient alchemy, so he only used the energy, and the final result gave him sufficient return.

If the final battle, the winner selected is not the ancient refiner, then the test field is too ridiculous.

So Qincheng is waiting, when he has to wait for this method, when will it react?

"Haha, have you been poor in Guizhou donkeys?"

In the air, Zhao Ding's face was a winner, and the wounds on Qincheng continued to increase, sneered.

He feels that he is now playing Qincheng.

"It's more exciting to give you a look at it again."

Between Zhao Ding, his hands were told, and the nine -handed flying swords were suddenly condensed, and then he slowly condensed, as if it turned into a flying sword.

"go!"

Zhao Ding drank and pointed to Qincheng.

Suddenly the flying sword flew out, and the speed was as fast as lightning.

Feeling this dangerous atmosphere, Qincheng frowned, and once again burst into the ancient king's ancient seal.

"You are too naive." Zhao Ding sneered.


Chapter completed!