When Feilong and Qin Xing took their positions in the ring, a golden-bodied venerable who acted as the referee did not waste any time and immediately announced the start of the fight.
"Fat Dragon, take action!"
With a smile on his face, Qin Xing drew his sword, held up the vision, and took a stance.
He has long known that Fat Dragon is the most coward among the Fanatic Legion!
He also knew that Fei Long was a shield cultivator and had strong defense, but he still didn't take Fei Long seriously.
A coward with a weak will to fight will not have much fighting power no matter how strong his defense is.
What's more, he is one calamity level higher than Fat Dragon, and his strength is one level higher. It feels like he can beat Fat Dragon casually.
"I'm stronger than you, I'll let you make the first move!"
The fat dragon held up the vision, its strength soared, and a huge hammer appeared behind it, shaking the void.
"Cover the sky!"
Then, Feilong stood up his double pots and used his sky-shielding combat skill, immediately forming a powerful defense line to block his way.
"Then I'm not welcome!"
Qin Xing sneered. The last time Fei Long mocked him, he had long been unhappy with Fei Long. Today when he was fighting Fei Long in the ring, he naturally wanted to give Fei Long a good beating.
Immediately, he stabbed directly with his sword, like lightning, straight into the gap between the two cauldrons, preparing to break through the fat dragon's defense line from there.
Just when the tip of the sword is about to hit the gap between the two pots!
Suddenly, the gap disappeared, and a big pot turned around, blocking the sword.
Bang!
The tip of the sword pierced the cauldron, causing a shocking explosion that shook the arena.
Snapped!
The tip of the sword could not penetrate the cauldron and was shattered by the cauldron. The sword fragments were wrapped in the aftermath of the battle and flew in all directions, collapsing the space and piercing the void...
"seal up!"
The golden-bodied venerable who acted as the referee waved his hand and immediately shot out a stream of true energy, forming a layer of aura that enveloped the arena.
Immediately, the aftermath of the battle was blocked by the air shield, and all the sword fragments could not penetrate the air shield and fell on the ring one after another.
"Damn it, what kind of pot are you talking about?"
Qin Xing held the hilt of the sword without a blade and stared at the fat dragon's cauldron, as if he had seen a ghost.
“Stewpot!”
Feilong laughed.
"Stew your head, your pot is... a royal weapon, two levels higher than my ancestral sword!"
Only then did Qin Xing clearly see the quality of the cauldron in Feilong's hand, and he was immediately stunned and shocked.
The sword in his hand is only at the level of an ancestral weapon, which is two heavens and two feet away from Fei Long's Wang Guo!
When the difference in power is not too great, the royal weapon can crush even the sacred weapon. How can his ancestral weapon be indestructible?
The Xuantian Dao Sect originally had only two sacred weapons, one was the Holy Sky Sword and the other was the Dragon Pointing Spear, both of which were in the hands of Master Ba Dao and Tao Jin.
Later, Lu Chen gave two more rubbish holy swords to Bai Chun and Zheng Fang.
In addition, except for the Fanatic Legion, no one else has any sacred weapons. Even Qin Xing only uses the ancestral sword.
"You only know now that it's too late!"
Fei Long picked up the double pot and took the initiative to attack, switching from defense to offense, shooting out with one pot, "Don't think that I can only defend and not attack. In fact, my attack is also very strong!"
"The shield cultivator has a fart attack!"
Qin Xingcai didn't believe Fei Long's lies, so he took out a spare ancestral sword and slashed away.
Snapped!
The cauldron slapped the sword's edge, breaking it into pieces on the spot.
The quality of Qin Xing's spare ancestral sword was too low, it broke faster and collapsed more completely.
"Your combat skills..."
In an instant, Qin Xing's face turned green. It turned out that Fei Long's combat skills were of a very high level, far above the top of the earth level. They were definitely heaven level combat skills.
This is terrifying. Fat Dragon not only has royal weapons, but also has heaven-level combat skills. Do you dare to say that he has no combat power?
"Come on, come on, let me eat your fat man!"
One of Feilong's cauldrons smashed Qin Xing's sword, and the other cauldron also came over, with greater force than the previous one.
The pot was shot out, shattering the space in the arena, shattering the surrounding void, causing the entire arena to shake, and even the earth to tremble.
"I support it!"
Qin Xing's sword was also broken. The distance was so close that he couldn't avoid it. He could only resist with all his strength, put his hands into palms, and clapped them up to face the cauldron.
boom!
He hit the cauldron with both palms and made a loud noise.
The power of the pot shattered the strength of the palms, and the cauldron exploded both palms and shattered both arms. However, before its remaining power was exhausted, it continued to hit Qin Xing's body...
"Eh!"
At that moment, Qin Xing realized that his skills were inferior to those of others, but he knew that his death was coming, and all his thoughts were in vain. He sighed, closed his eyes and waited for his body to be blown away by the fat dragon.
After taking a breath, Qin Xing found that his physical body was still there, but the power of the fatal blow had disappeared, and he couldn't help but open his eyes in surprise.
Only then did I realize that Feilong had taken the blame in time and didn't destroy his body, so he was being merciful.
Although his arms were lost, his main body was still there. After going back and using Genius Earth Treasure to recuperate his arms, his arms could slowly grow back.
"Our grudge ends here!"
Feilong said.
"agree!"
Qin Xing had no choice but to nod, as he had no power to bargain.
In the journey of martial arts, the strong are respected!
Regardless of the resolution of any grudges, it is the strong person who has the final say, or the fist to decide!
"You lose, go to hell!"
Fei Long said again.
"I lost and I will be dismissed, but I want to know how much strength you used just now?"
Qin Xing nodded again and asked again.
"Probably, sixty to seventy percent."
Feilong thought for a while and said this.
hiss!
Qin Xing gasped on the spot.
What is the concept of 60% to 70%?
That’s the concept of taking action casually!
That means that Fei Long beat him casually!
If Fat Dragon tried his best, he might even be able to defeat Lord Earth. It would be really terrifying.
"If I remember correctly, the main materials of a royal weapon are fairy silver and tenth-level beast elixir. How did you get it?"
Qin Xing stared at the two newly cast king pots and couldn't help but ask.
He knew that Fei Long was a caster, but he didn't think that Fei Long had the ability to get those two rare materials.
Especially fairy silver, there is absolutely no such thing in the Eastern Wasteland!
"Senior Brother Lu Chen got it here!"
Fat Dragon Road.
hiss!
Qin Xing gasped again.
Lu Chen, what kind of freak is he?
He can even get his hands on fairy silver. He is truly a man of extraordinary means!
"Your combat skills are of a very high level. Not to mention that our Xuantian Dao Sect doesn't have them, I'm afraid it doesn't have them in the entire Eastern Wasteland. Where did you learn them?"
Qin Xing calmed down and asked again.
"Senior Brother Lu Chen taught it!"
Fat Dragon Road.
hiss……
This time, Qin Xing took a big breath of air.
Lu Chen... doesn't he only know how to make elixirs?
Will only mainstream elixirs be provided to the Fanatic Legion?
Why are combat skills even provided?
No wonder...
If Qin Xing still had his hands, he would definitely be slapping his head at this moment because he had suddenly realized it.