I Really Don’t Know How To Practice

Everyone could see that Wang Qi was really angry.

It is impossible for anyone to remain calm in the face of Han Xu's repeated provocations.

He had used eight percent of his strength in this blow.

Even if they are far away, they can still feel the terrifying power and murderous intent contained in the sword qi.

"Wang Qi has murderous intentions!" Someone said in horror.

As we all know, killing is not allowed in principle in the Tri-Clan Competition.

Zhong Fu grabbed Zhong Yi's arm and said in a mixed voice: "Father, save Big Brother Han!"

Zhong Yi shook his head dejectedly, not because he didn't want to make a move, but because he didn't have the ability to make a move.

He knew very well that if he changed places with Han Xu, he would not be sure to survive Wang Qi's attack.

The only one capable of stopping Wang Qi was Di Yong who had stepped into the holy realm. However, Di Yong stood motionless on the stand with his hands folded around his chest, not showing any intention of making a move.

Obviously, Di Yong would not save Han Xu, he acquiesced in Wang Qi's killing of Han Xu.

Han Xu, alone with one knife, looked up at the thousands of sword qi.

I saw him raise his backhand, the scimitar drew a beautiful arc in the air, and the light of the machete rose from the ground like a horse.

The power of the two converged in the void, and the collision produced a terrifying shock wave.

As the aftermath spread, the faces of the three Patriarchs changed, and they shot almost simultaneously, forming an enchantment in front of them to resist. Otherwise, if the aftermath spread, the ordinary disciples behind them would die or be injured.

Fortunately, the three Patriarchs acted in time to block the terrible aftermath. Since Wang Tong was in the semi-holy realm, he was the easiest.

As for Zhang Fengping and Zhong Yi, they were pushed back a hundred steps by this force before barely standing still and dispelling the remaining force.

Who would have thought that a contest between juniors could produce such a large destructive force, such a situation had never occurred before.

After the shock, everyone looked at Han Xu differently.

Because everyone realized that Han Xu was also a semi-saint, and judging by his appearance, he was younger than Wang Qi.

"I didn't expect the Zhong family to pick up the treasure this time!" Many people sighed secretly in their hearts, casting envious and jealous eyes on Zhong Yi.

The one with the ugliest face was Wang Tong. If the Zhong family had another semi-saint, it would be difficult to curb their development.

He sent a voice transmission to Wang Qi and said, "Can you kill him?"

"Yes!" Wang Qi is still full of confidence in himself. Although Han Xu took the trick he just did, it doesn't mean that Han Xu has the capital to compete with him.

For the move just now, Wang Qi only used 80% of his strength. Next, he will go all out.

Di Yong flew high into the sky, and the power of the holy realm diffused, forming an invisible but solid barrier around the area where the two fought.

As the spokesperson of Taiyi in the secular world, if the three major families suffer large-scale casualties in this competition, he will not be able to explain it when he returns.

He looked at Han Xu and thought: Where did the boy come from? He has such a terrifying talent, but since he has chosen Wang Qi and the Wang family, he can't keep it.

Di Yong cast a look at Wang Qi in the void, and Wang Qi understood the meaning. He suddenly released all his aura, and the wings behind him shone brightly like stars.

"It's enough for me to go all out, and it's enough for you to go on the road proudly." Wang Qi said to Han Xu. The moment he decided to go all out, Han Xu was already a dead man in his eyes.

The skill he practiced is the Nine Forms of Heavenly Eagle, which is a middle-grade holy-level skill obtained in Taiyi, and it is very suitable for his physical attributes, and he can exert its maximum power.

So he believed that as long as he did his best, Han Xu would never have a chance of survival.

Wang Qi said: "Use your holy-level skills, maybe you can die with dignity."

Han Xu smiled and said, "It's not necessary to deal with you."

After finishing speaking, he said to Zhong Fu and Zhong Wei who were stunned: "Don't be dumbfounded, take a good look at the next move, and how much you can comprehend depends on your own luck."

After Han Xu finished speaking, he held the scimitar in his backhand and placed it horizontally in front of his body. Silver-white brilliance flowed on the blade, like a bright new moon.

"Even if it's the ultimate extraordinary skill, it's only in the extraordinary realm. How can it compete with the power of the holy realm?"

"He's looking for his own death!"

"Maybe it's because I know I'm bound to lose, and I just want to find a reason."

For a while, everyone talked about it.

But Zhong Fu and Zhong Wei carefully recalled what Han Xu said before, especially Zhong Wei.

He remembered what Han Xu had told him, don't let common sense imprison your thinking.

Yes, skills are dead, but monks who use them are alive. In theory, supernatural skills are indeed inferior to holy skills, but different skills can be brought into full play in the hands of different monks. Different powers.

Cultivation techniques themselves have limits, but human potential is infinite.

I saw that after Wang Qi raised the spiritual power in his body to the limit, his whole body was bathed in endless bright rays of light, and he swooped down in the form of an incomparably huge goshawk.

He released countless terrifying sharp auras, collided with Di Yong's enchantment condensed with the power of the holy realm, and made a frightening explosion sound, as if the indestructible enchantment might be torn apart at any time generally.

Even though they knew that the barrier couldn't be broken, everyone couldn't help but retreat subconsciously.

The space Wang Qi passed through was filled with an extremely sharp breath, as if it had turned into a dead zone, and no living beings could survive in it.

On the other hand, Han Xu's expression didn't change much from before, but the light of the scimitar in his hand became brighter and brighter.

Behind him, a new moon rose, and his whole body was bathed in the brilliance of the new moon, as if he had also become an invincible scimitar.

This is the domain power that was born after cultivating Xiaoyue Scimitar to the realm of harmony between man and nature. UU reading www.uukanshu.com

Han Xu glanced at Wang Qi, and suddenly there were two breathtaking cold lights in his eyes.

The moment he met Han Xu's eyes, Wang Qi felt that the power in his body stagnated, as if a strange power had affected his mind.

When the strong fight against each other, there is no room for distraction.

But under the influence of Han Xu's gaze, Wang Qi lost control of his own power for a brief moment. Although outsiders couldn't see what happened, Han Xu seized this extremely short moment and took action.

The scimitar slashed across, and the crescent moon behind him spun and flew out, grabbing Goshawk's head straight.

"Not good!" The only one who saw the abnormality was Di Yong who had stepped into the holy realm.

He has taught Wang Qi to practice for a year, and he is very familiar with Wang Qi, and he has also practiced the Goshawk Nine Styles, so he can see Wang Qi's strangeness.

Without any hesitation, Di Yong shot directly, as if tearing apart the space, he came first, and suddenly landed in front of Wang Qi, stretched out his hand into a sharp eagle claw, and grabbed the spinning new moon.

Just when he thought the dust had settled, the crescent moon in his hand suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny crescents, instantly bypassing Di Yong's body, and slashing at the unsuspecting Wang Qi from all directions.

In an instant, Wang Qi turned into a blood man, just like Zhang Yuan before, and fell to the ground, but his strong will supported him so that he did not faint.

Han Xu said: "Three tricks are over, you lose."