Chapter five hundred and eighty-eight eight dragons slaying three swords
Chapter 588
Zhang Wei said that as long as he defeated him, no one would doubt Qin Lang's strength. He was fully qualified to say this.
Because Zhang Wei is the vice-captain of Team 7 and a powerful Platinum Warrior. Among Team 7, his strength is second only to Bai Shigang.
Therefore, if Qin Lang defeats Zhang Wei, it means that he has the strength to lead the seventh team. At that time, whether Bai Shigang is willing to hand over the command will be Bai Shigang's business.
"It turns out to be Brother Zhang Wei, whom I have admired for a long time." Qin Lang said with a smile.
"Jukeng, I know that your fighting power far exceeds your superficial cultivation, so I will never have any contempt for you. Use all your strength to defeat me." Zhang Wei looked at Qin Lang, feeling strong
The fighting spirit came out.
"Okay, Brother Zhang, I'm sorry." Almost as soon as Qin Lang finished speaking, a big black hand grabbed Zhang Wei from bottom to top, with black flames boiling in the big hand.
"Big black fire hand? It's really weird!" Zhang Wei frowned slightly, tapped his feet, and his body immediately shot up into the sky, then stopped suddenly, and slashed hard at the big black hand chasing after him.
Go down.
boom!
As soon as the knife came out, thousands of knife shadows slashed in the air, attacking the big black hand controlled by Qin Lang from all directions. There was a constant sound of ping-ping-pong-pong, just like a knife chopping wood. After a while, the big black hand was struck by Qin Lang.
It was chopped horribly until finally it was completely broken apart.
After splitting the big black hand, Zhang Wei's face did not show a proud smile, but his expression became more solemn. Because he did not see clearly how Qin Lang performed the move. In other words, Qin Lang's move was triggered by his mind.
But it requires him to swing the sword with all his strength to deal with it.
Judging from this round alone, Qin Lang already had the upper hand.
"Brother Zhang's sword skills are really exquisite." Qin Lang admired, and with a wave of his right hand, a big black hand that was one size smaller than before grabbed Zhang Wei again.
This was not over yet, Qin Lang also waved his left hand, another big black hand. He kept waving his hands, and the big black hands rushed towards Zhang Wei one after another.
"Dragon-slaying sword, break the world with one sword!"
Zhang Wei shouted loudly, held the knife in both hands, raised it above his head, and slashed a powerful and heavy knife in front of himself. This knife was truly shocking. The crescent-shaped knife light fell from the sky, and wherever it passed, the space was covered.
Everything collapsed and shattered, as if the sky was really cut open.
The sword light and the big black hands collided fiercely. A single big black hand was no match for the sword light. It was chopped into pieces after a moment of support. The crescent scimitar light cut through the thorns all the way and penetrated deeply into the group of black hands. If it broke through,
Then he wanted to kill Qin Lang.
But the big black hand is better in numbers.
Qin Lang waved his hands faster and faster, and the dense black hands rushed towards the sword light like crazy. In an instant, the crescent scimitar light was surrounded by the big black hands.
As the saying goes, too many ants will kill an elephant. Although the crescent scimitar's light is sharp, it still can't withstand the indiscriminate bombardment of the big black hands that cost nothing.
Bang!
The crescent scimitar finally collapsed, but the energy of the collapse was not leaked at all, and was all swallowed up by the big black hand.
Zhang Wei's expression finally changed. He did not expect that his dragon-slaying sword would be broken. But he did not intend to stop and held the sword with both hands again.
This time, he carried the big knife on his shoulder, slashed left and right, and slashed out crosswise.
"Dragon-slaying sword, split the sky with two swords!"
boom!
Two huge sword lights crossed each other, shaped like a tilted cross, whizzed down, and instantly chopped all the big black hands controlled by Qin Lang into pieces, turning them into a ball of black energy.
The cross sword light rushed out from the black air in the sky and slashed towards Qin Lang's body.
Before the sword light arrived, Qin Lang could feel a sharp sword wind coming, making Qin Lang's face hurt. Qin Lang knew that if the cross sword light struck him hard, he would probably be killed.
Cut it into four pieces with one knife.
However, how could Qin Lang sit still and wait for death? He grabbed the Demon Suppressing Pillar with both hands and shook it fiercely. The Demon Suppressing Pillar suddenly became extremely huge, blocking the powerful and heavy cross sword light.
Bang!
A deafening sound of gold and iron clashed, and everyone watching the battle couldn't help but retreat for dozens of miles, and some of the weaker ones even covered their ears.
"Hahaha, Brother Jukeng is really powerful, he was able to block my second sword." Zhang Wei laughed, with a bit of surprise and praise in his laughter.
"Brother Zhang's sword is really uncomfortable!" Qin Lang shook his arm and said with a grin.
"Hahaha, come again!"
Zhang Wei shouted loudly, and in a flash, he came directly in front of Qin Lang and slashed at Qin Lang.
"Come on, come on, whoever is afraid of whom!" Qin Lang shouted and waved the Demon Suppressing Pillar, blocking Zhang Wei's sword.
The figures of the two people were constantly flashing in the air. They struck each other with a knife and a stick, and they collided fiercely. From time to time, they would burst into dazzling flames.
The spectators retreated further and further away. The eyes of the new members of the seventh team were all shining with excitement. They admired Qin Lang extremely.
The old team members were so shocked that some of them could fit ten eggs into their mouths.
"Oh my god, what is the origin of this huge pit? Isn't he just a soldier in silver armor? Why is he so powerful? How can he fight evenly with the vice-captain?"
"The vice-captain is a powerful platinum warrior, the second strongest person in our seventh team. Could it be said that this giant pit really has the strength to lead our seventh team?"
"No wonder Master Yu has such a will. This giant pit does have some abilities. He just wants me to obey his command, which I really can't accept. After all, he is an outsider."
"There is no need to be an outsider. As long as he joins the seventh team, he is one of our own. I think he has extraordinary abilities. He might really be able to lead us to achieve good results."
"What? Did you recognize him so quickly? Have you forgotten who led us to fight on the interstellar battlefield?"
"Of course I can't forget that there will always be only one captain in my heart, and that is Team White. Don't forget, Jukeng said just now that he is only temporarily commanding Team 7 during the team battle. He is not trying to take Team White away.
captaincy."
"Yes, as the saying goes, changing commanders before battle is a taboo for military strategists. If you put it this way, Master Yu must have made such an arrangement. Maybe there is something extraordinary about this huge pit."
"Let's see first and see if he can defeat the vice-captain."
These old team members had their own thoughts in mind. Some of them had actually secretly recognized Qin Lang when they saw Qin Lang's strength.
There was no expression on Bai Shigang's face. In fact, even if Qin Lang was defeated by Zhang Wei, he would still obey the order and hand over the command to Qin Lang for no other reason, because this was Lord Yu's order.
"That's fine. I'll see what this guy is capable of and is worthy of Master Yu's trust. If he can really lead the seventh team to achieve great results, it doesn't matter even if he asks me to give up my position as captain." Bai Shigang thought.
Thought secretly.
The battle in the air has entered a fever pitch, and it still looks like they are evenly matched. However, only the two sides of the battle know that this is not the case.
After a long period of fierce and rapid attacks, Zhang Wei's speed has obviously slowed down, and the strength of his sword swing has also weakened. However, Qin Lang did not show any signs of fatigue, and a demon-suppressing pillar danced with a whirring sound.
, protecting the whole body airtight. Zhang Wei's Dragon-Slaying Sword cannot be broken through at all.
"Is this guy really a silver-armored warrior? Why is he so powerful and has such deep energy reserves in his body? After fighting for such a long time, he doesn't show any signs of fatigue?" Zhang Wei was increasingly shocked.
, because he had a vague feeling that during the battle, the opponent did not use his full strength.
"No, if this continues, I will be consumed to death. I must use the most powerful blow before exhaustion to decide the outcome." Zhang Wei suddenly made a decision in his heart and slashed out with a knife.
, the body took advantage of the situation and retreated, away from Qin Lang.
Qin Lang could have chased away, but he did not do so. After blocking the sword light with a stick, he held the stick in one hand and looked at Zhang Wei quietly.
"Brother Jukeng, this next blow is my most powerful move. If you can take it, I will admit defeat." Zhang Wei said.
"Brother Zhang, give it your best, little brother, I will give it a try even if I try my best!" Qin Lang said humbly.
"Drink!" Zhang Wei shouted, and the hand holding the sword suddenly released, raised his arms left and right, and spread his fingers. The sword did not fall from the air, but hung on Zhang Wei's chest, like a sword in the water.
It generally floats vertically, sometimes sinking and sometimes floating.
Snap!
Zhang Wei's hands slammed together, and a wave of air surged in all directions. Then, Zhang Wei's hands began to form seals, like phantoms, and his fingers could no longer be seen clearly.
"Dragon-slaying sword, three swords shake the galaxy!"
Along with the loud shout, Zhang Wei suddenly raised his hands, and the dragon-slaying knife flew high into the air, fell from the sky, and turned into a huge dragon.
The giant dragon roared, bared its teeth and claws, and surged towards Qin Lang.
Qin Lang's clothes were torn apart by the strong wind, and his hair was flying messily in the air. He looked like a madman.
But Qin Lang's eyes were extremely calm. Facing Zhang Wei's most powerful move, Qin Lang had no intention of confronting him head-on.
He just smiled and said in a voice that only he could hear: