Demon Lord: Actually, I don’t know martial arts

Ningwu City was once again a sensation. In the auction, Wang Qiushui made an appointment to fight Li Chungang.

Li Chungang threatened to defeat Wang Qiushui with a single sword.

Two pieces of explosive news spread in all directions as quickly as a whirlwind from the crowd walking out of the auction house. At the same time, the sects around Ningwu City and the bigwigs of various forces began to move towards Ningwu immediately after receiving the news. I rushed to the city, I was afraid that I would miss such a duel today if I came to play.

After separating from Qin Ye, the dragon head Yu Xuanming, the old devil, had already started to fidget in the auction house. They knew who Li Chungang was. Have a more sober cognition.

They didn't know what confidence Qin Ye had. Although they were worried, they didn't bother Qin Ye. They just followed the plan Qin Ye explained.

Qin Ye, on the other hand, did not leave the auction and practiced cross-legged in the box on the top floor. His own aura drew the surrounding avenues and began to vibrate crazily under the guidance of Qin Ye's practice, forming a terrifying vision. It seemed as if a vortex appeared on the top, continuously pouring towards the room where Qin Ye was.

Wang Qiushui, who had just left, felt the terrifying vision of the Dao for the first time, and his eyes became serious. Although he was a little annoyed at Li Chungang's words that he could win with a sword, he thought about how to return the favor tomorrow, feeling For this sudden vision, Wang Qiushui immediately put aside all his original thoughts and anger, his eyes were extremely serious.

As a loose immortal, they are much more sensitive to the changes of the Dao than ordinary people with the spirit of a fairy, and Wang Qiushui thought to himself that although he could draw some Dao power when he was practicing, it was far from the scene in front of him. For this reason, Wang Qiushui became serious about Li Chungang's decisive victory with a sword.

After a few flashes back to the City Lord's Mansion, without greeting anyone, Wang Qiushui started retreat, fully preparing for tomorrow's battle.

As the city lord, Shangguan Qingyu got the news at the first time. Holding the news, the expression on his face was changing. At one point, the communication talisman disappeared. Seeing the disappearing communication talisman, Shangguan Qingyu's expression finally relaxed a little.

This night was probably the most noisy night in Ningwu City. Countless monks could not fall asleep even if they had no intention of practicing at night. Countless monks gathered on the street to talk about today's news and wait for the rising of the sun tomorrow.

On this page, the number of soldiers patrolling Ningwu City doubled, but they still couldn't maintain the fiery atmosphere formed by this huge crowd. When they arrived on the ground, the vision of the avenue on the roof of the auction house that lasted the whole night slowly dissipated in midair.

A beam of light shot out from the auction house and went straight to the outside of the city. Countless monks chased after the light for a while, and a crowd of people formed in the entire Ningwu City for a while.

That streamer was naturally Qin Ye who had transformed into Li Chungang. At this time, he was flying with his sword, half a wooden horse and an ox under his feet, and he looked unusually chic, as if he was walking towards the outside of Ningwu City on a rolling crowd.

In almost a few breaths, Qin Ye had rushed out of Ningwu City and continued to fly towards the distance, and the monks behind him naturally couldn't keep up with Qin Ye's speed, only those masters above the tribulation stage could Barely keeping up, after about five hundred miles away from Ningwu City, Qin Ye sat cross-legged and suspended in mid-air with his eyes closed and his breathing adjusted, with half a wooden horse and ox suspended in front of him.

Dozens of figures caught up and stopped a hundred kilometers away, quietly watching Qin Ye suspended in the midair and the unique broken sword and wooden horse ox.

Because the people present were all sensible people, and the Trojan horse and cow seemed to them to be just an extremely ordinary flying sword, and it was also a broken sword. The awe of the peerless sword cultivator and the curiosity of the flying sword.

But at this time, a blue light shot up into the sky from the city lord's mansion, and then turned towards Qin Ye's direction and flew away. It was only the effort of a cup of tea, and Wang Qiushui crossed the inner city and the middle city. , Outer city, three city gates shot straight towards Qin Ye, and the distance from Qin Ye was getting closer, and his own momentum was constantly increasing.

Qin Ye opened his eyes and stared at the direction of Ningwu City in the distance, as well as the blue light that was shooting towards him quickly.

After a few breaths, Wang Qiushui had already appeared at a position ten kilometers away from Qin Ye, stood still, looked at Qin Ye and the wooden horse and bull, and said calmly, "The Qiushui sword is three feet and two inches long, and the blade is ten thousand years old." Forged from Xuanjing, it is as thin as a cicada's wing but indestructible, please enlighten me."

"The wooden horse ox was originally three feet long and three villages long. It was forged from a meteorite containing iron. The tip of the sword was broken off because of someone else, and there is still one foot and seven inches left. Although the sword is broken, the sword spirit is even stronger. Please enlighten me."

After seeing the ceremony, an aura from the two of them began to explode, forming a trend of dark clouds overwhelming each other, and the two auras collided in mid-air, making the sound of shaking swords, as if countless sword masters were fighting in the void.

The escaping prestige made the crowd watching the battle feel as if countless small swords were hanging in the wind, giving them a tingling feeling.

As the momentum continued to climb, the sword intent on the two of them became stronger and stronger, as if the two peerless swords that were about to be unsheathed at any time were preparing to give each other a fatal blow.

The sun slowly rose from the horizon, and when he was fully exposed, Wang Qiushui and Qin Ye moved simultaneously with two bursts of drinking.

"The Sword Opens the Gate of Heaven"

"Autumn Water Lingbo"

The figures of the two disappeared and reappeared, and the two had exchanged positions.

When everyone in the field was still surprised, Qin Ye turned around slowly, holding a magic weapon for storage in his hand, while Wang Qiushui's whole body suddenly turned into fragments and dissipated into the invisible.

For such a quick victory, the surrounding people have not yet reacted, even the old guys who are closer to the tribulation stage have not seen clearly what the Dharma body just now, Wang Qiushui has dissipated, and all the time The famous Sanjie Sanxian fell away without leaving a trace of fluctuation.

At this time, the sun was right behind Qin Ye, and everyone looked at Qin Ye in the scorching sun like a banished immortal, and their hearts were full of awe. Qin Ye looked at Wang Qiushui who had turned into ashes and said lightly, " I forgot to say yesterday that my sword only kills, not martial arts."

After speaking, he left behind a handsome figure and drifted away, and everyone outside the venue could not recover for a long time.

The news that the peerless sword god Li Chungang opened the gate of heaven with his sword and killed Wang Qiushui, the Sankang Sanxian who had been famous for many years, quickly swept through the entire Shenyun State like a tornado.

At this time, Qin Ye was studying the heavenly sword talisman that came into his mind after beheading Wang Qiushui with a single sword.