The smoke and dust rolled up, and deep traces broke out on the earth.

Qincheng slowly landed, watching the mountain wind blow away the thick smoke.

His expression moved slightly.

Zhao Ding appeared in the same place, without any harm.

Outside his body, nine flying swords flashed, surrounding him in a circumference, and they were like shields, completely protecting him.

"Is this sword-controlling technique?" Qin Cheng's heart moved, but after feeling it carefully, he found that it was different from sword-controlling technique.

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

Qin Cheng sighed in his heart, and asked about the seven saints of the Dao Sect, all of them were well-known and had many trump cards. Even Zhao Ding, who ranked sixth, was stronger than Fengyuntian.

If it was Feng Yuntian, he would have died with his own attack just now.

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

Zhao Ding looked at Qin Cheng with cold eyes. Nine flying swords surrounded him faster and flew up. At this time, Zhao Ding was floating in the air, with long hair floating like a sword immortal.

"I've never been arrogant, you've been clamoring to kill me." Qin Cheng shook his head and said.

"Haha, is there any difference? This was the Nine Spirit Sword Technique I left at the Tianjiao Festival, but I didn't want to use it in advance." Zhao Ding shook his head and said with emotion: "But if you can force me to use this method, you will be proud of yourself in the Nine Springs."

He waved his hand and pointed directly at Qincheng.

Suddenly, the nine flying swords, like living creatures, flew out suddenly and headed straight for Qincheng.

Nine streams of rainbows actually turned into nine directions, surrounding Qincheng in the middle.

Qin Cheng frowned slightly and relied on his body to dodge. He really couldn't avoid it, so he shot out a powerful energy to shake off the long sword.

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

"Originally, this sword formation was used to deal with Zhang Junyi, so I will take you to sacrifice the sword first."

Zhao Ding's fingers turned, and the nine swords were running faster again.

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

It was as if I was fighting with nine kendo masters at this time.

Thorn!

Flying swords passed by, and soon they made a cut on Qin Cheng's body.

Qin Cheng's pupils shrank slightly. He had the impulse to use spiritual energy many times, but he kept it under control again and again.

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

Along the way, the reason why Qincheng was easier than others was because it was the place for the ancient body refiners to try, so he only used his strength, and the final result also gave him enough rewards.

If the winner selected in the final battle is not the ancient body refiner, then this trial field is too ridiculous.

So Qin Cheng was waiting, and when would he react when he had to wait for this formation?

"Haha, are you already exhausted?"

In the air, Zhao Ding looked like a victorious person. Seeing Qin Cheng's wounds continued to increase, he smiled grimly.

He felt that he could play with Qin Cheng now.

"I'll give you something more exciting."

As Zhao Ding spoke, he clasped his hands and suddenly the nine flying swords were beaten, and then slowly condensed, as if they turned into a flying sword.

"go!"

Zhao Ding shouted and pointed at Qincheng.

The flying sword flew out immediately, as fast as lightning.

Feeling this dangerous aura, Qin Cheng frowned and exploded the ancient seal of the God King again, slamming the flying sword, and the sword flew backwards.

"You are too naive." Zhao Ding sneered.

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

The energy was continuously fired, and Qincheng exploded the last few ancient seals of the Divine King, and seven of them were shaken away again.

And the last one was too late to dodge, Qin Cheng barely turned sideways and groaned.

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

Qin Cheng took a deep breath, retreated, and at the same time he activated his breath to stop the blood.

Zhao Ding waved his hand and nine flying swords condensed again.

"You are lucky this time, but the next time you pierce is your heart. I see how you can block it."

Zhao Ding laughed and exerted a lot of spiritual energy. The nine flying swords were shining with light, ready to move.

At this time, Qin Cheng suddenly looked up and looked at the surrounding light curtains. He found that something seemed to be forming above the light curtain.

"Believe it or not, this time you will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will be the one who will

"Scar me?" Zhao Ding laughed: "You look like a ghost now, and you still want to kill me?"

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

"Brave nonsense, die this time."

Zhao Ding shouted, and nine flying swords rushed towards Qincheng again.

"Then you look at it." Qin Cheng sneered, Tianming looked at him, and he immediately saw a red light falling down on the light curtain like lightning, so Qin Cheng raised his arm and pointed at Zhao Ding from a distance.

Qin Cheng simply stopped evading this time. If the punishment for this light curtain is not enough to kill or seriously injure Zhao Ding, he will also use the means of cultivators, and these nine flying swords cannot kill him.

"I want to lie to me when I die." Zhao Ding sneered, watching the flying sword about to penetrate Qincheng.

And at this moment, he suddenly sensed something and looked up suddenly.

I saw a red light falling like a meteorite in the sky, becoming 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. When he completely realized the danger of this light and his face changed drastically, it was too late.

boom!

The red light hit Zhao Ding's body heavily, slashing him directly from the air, falling to the ground with a bang, smashing a deep pit on the top of the mountain.

Even the entire mountain trembled slightly a few times.

"Why, so why?"

Zhao Ding crawled out of the deep pit, and he sprayed blood on his mouth and was seriously injured.

He looked at Qin Cheng in horror. If it weren't for the last moment that he had summoned back the nine flying swords, he would have died just now.

Qin Cheng really just moved his fingers, and the formation was used to launch power to attack him. Could it be that this sect was opened by his family? But how could this be possible?

If it weren't for this, he didn't understand why the light curtain was going to attack him.

It is obvious that the one who is stronger is himself, and the one who should accept the inheritance is him!

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

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

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

"Wait, I have something to say." Zhao Ding reached out to dissuade him and said, "As long as you leave this inheritance to me, I can recommend you to join the Wendao Sect, and it's OK..."

"Sorry, I'm not interested."

Qin Cheng shook his head, responded simply, and a palm was blown out.

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