Three hundred and twenty-one long swords, all floating in mid-air, the sword points pointed at will surely destroy everything!
What a spectacular sight!
Not even movie special effects can create such an exaggerated scene!
Everyone in the venue was shocked and speechless!
At this moment, even those who were strangers to Qin Changsheng couldn't help but sweat for Qin Changsheng!
"If you can take my sword, then I will lose."
Wan Qili's white robe was billowing, and his hair was blowing in the wind. He looked at Qin Changsheng as if he were a banished immortal. He spoke in a confident tone, raised his hand, and waved his fingers gently!
In an instant, those three hundred and twenty-one long swords were like wild horses, ferocious beasts that choose people to devour. They exuded majestic sword intent and attacked Qin Changsheng overwhelmingly!
Like a fierce dragon composed of long swords.
It's like a rain of swords that can harvest all lives.
Under such an attack, even a tiny ant may be dismembered!
No one would think that Qin Changsheng could block this sword.
"Mr. Qin!"
"Qin Changsheng!"
Many people in the surrounding stands stared wide-eyed and forgot to breathe. People who were familiar with Qin Changsheng such as Tang Ying, Tang Mingyuan, Luo Yuyan, Yang Yu, etc. were so nervous that their palms were sweating and they couldn't bear to look directly.
Qin Changsheng, who was in the middle of that sword rain, although his figure was tall and majestic, under this sword rain, he looked so insignificant and weak.
However, others may not have noticed, but Wan Qili could clearly see that Qin Changsheng did not show any panic from the beginning to the end after he used the sword, and his expression was as calm as ever.
"This kid is too young to be a fifth-grade grandmaster, but he can defeat Jin Feng, a martial arts madman who has been immersed in the fourth-grade master realm for eight years. I really want to see what method he will use.
Take my sword."
Under Wan Qili's seemingly indifferent appearance, his heart was full of curiosity.
Qin Changsheng was indeed not panicked. He was a cultivator after all, so he was not incapable of protecting himself. He had just never been in contact with a fifth-grade grandmaster, nor had he seen the methods of a fifth-grade grandmaster.
Today is an opportunity for him to get to know the fifth-grade grandmaster, and it is also an opportunity to measure whether he is stronger or weaker than the fifth-grade grandmaster.
Therefore, he stood upright on the spot, wanting to see Wan Qili's sword with his own eyes and see how he could use it to make plans.
At this time, he saw these long swords coming at them overwhelmingly. After he sensed them for a moment, his expression gradually became serious.
He is worthy of being a fifth-grade grandmaster.
Wan Qili's sword actually made him feel a hint of danger!
This was the first time he had such a dangerous feeling since he practiced the Yin Yang Divine Dragon Art and became a cultivator.
Even when he was dealing with the ghost king in the wasteland of the eastern suburbs, he didn't feel this dangerous.
"interesting."
This feeling made Qin Changsheng feel a sense of excitement that he had not seen for a long time. The corner of his mouth curled up, and he raised a hand, facing the surging sword rain, kneading the formula in his hand, and quickly spit out seven words that others could not understand.
Word mantra!
"open!"
The next moment, the spiritual energy in his body circulated crazily, and thousands of golden lights burst out from his palms, forming a golden arc of light and surrounding the three hundred and twenty-one swords!
"Oh my god, what is this!"
"What is that golden mask!"
These things are a long story, but in fact they only last a moment.
Everyone in the venue originally thought that Qin Changsheng was dead. Who knew that the next moment after Wan Qili drew his sword, they saw Qin Changsheng raise his hand, and thousands of golden lights burst out from his palm, forming a light shield, covering up the fierce
Incomparable three hundred and twenty-one swords are included!
Everyone present stared wide-eyed in shock, forgetting everything. Even Taikoo Qingzi and Xue Guan stopped fighting, distanced themselves, and looked at Qin Changsheng in surprise.
Wan Qili, who was at the center of the fight, was also horrified and stared at this scene with dumbfounded eyes.
"What kind of skill is this? Someone can use Qi so unscrupulously!"
The next moment everyone was shocked, the golden light shield squeezed the three hundred and twenty-one swords!
It was like a big steel hand holding those swords.
“Ding-ding-ding-ding-ding-ding!”
"Zila! Click!"
The violent impact and friction sound made people's teeth sore and harsh.
I saw those swords poking the golden mask into bulges one by one, but they couldn't break through them. Under the squeeze of the mask, they rushed left and right, and gradually gathered together. Then, they were squeezed and began to deform and break.
!
Soon, it was completely fused and turned into a round ball, which cut off Wan Qili from these swords in a domineering manner!
"puff!"
Wan Qili was suppressed arbitrarily in the invisible struggle. After the mask was completely closed, he felt that his internal organs were shaken and received an extremely powerful backlash. His throat felt sweet and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth!
"Wow!"
Qin Changsheng withdrew his hand, the light shield disappeared, and the swords fell from the air one after another and piled on the ground, poking holes in the stadium lawn.
A full third of the three hundred and twenty-one swords were turned into scrap metal.
Looking at this scene, everyone was dumbfounded. No one could have imagined that Wan Qili, a dignified fifth-grade grandmaster, one of the seven masters in the ancient martial arts world, and the title of Sword God in White, would be defeated so quickly and so badly.
Just be thorough!
"This... Sect Master Wan was defeated!"
Xia Hou Yingzhe crushed a pair of Wenwan walnuts in his hand and looked at this scene in disbelief. He never thought that Wan Qili, whom he had spent so much effort to invite, would lose so easily.
To Qin Changsheng.
At this moment, Qin Changsheng turned his eyes and looked at him from a distance.
Xia Hou Yingzhe felt trembling all over, and an extreme panic spread involuntarily from him!
Although he and Qin Changsheng had only dealt with each other once in a strict sense, he had already commanded his men to kill Qin Changsheng twice.
This grudge, needless to say, is a mortal grudge that cannot be resolved.
At this moment, he seemed to feel a real murderous aura from Qin Changsheng's body.
"No, Wan Qili must not say that today's bloody battle must be won, otherwise all my plans over the years will be in vain!"
Xia Houyingzhe was heartbroken, stood up, and shouted to Wan Qili: "Sect Leader Wan, please win the bloody battle!"
Wan Qili's eyelids trembled slightly, staring straight at Qin Changsheng, without looking back: "I said, as long as he can take my sword, I will admit defeat, are you going to let me break my trust?
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Xia Houyingzhe shouted in a deep voice: "But if you lose, I won't be able to do what I promised you."
When Wan Qili heard this, his brows gradually furrowed.