super king glory

Qian Ling's avatar, Lei, created an extremely powerful avatar.

However, the cost of creation is also very high.

He will also suffer backlash when every sword energy clone dies.

At this time, he was backlashed by the deaths of the two sword qi clones one after another, and his body suffered serious internal injuries.

Qiu Feng clutched his chest, the corner of his mouth was bleeding.

His pale face showed a shocked expression.

Qian Ling Clone Thunder is a martial skill of the seventh rank of Xuan rank, extremely powerful.

With his cultivation at the peak of a one-star Martial Emperor, the combat power of the two avatars has reached the level of the peak of a nine-star Martial King.

However, the two identities hadn't played a role yet, and Wang Xiaojian was defeated without even hurting his hair.

Qiu Feng could not accept this result.

Qiu Feng looked at Wang Xiaojian who was shooting towards the sky, but in the next second, he was shocked suddenly.

Because, Wang Xiaojian's figure suddenly disappeared.

When Qiu Feng turned his head again, he found that Wang Xiaojian had returned to the original place, looking down at Diwangjian, looking down on him.

Qiu Feng's expression changed, and he said, "Wang Xiaojian, what kind of sword technique is this?!"

Wang Xiaojian held the golden emperor sword in his hand, and the golden wings on his back gently flapped, making him stand upright in the air, and said lightly: "Will be served!"

"Will you be drinking?"

Qiu Feng had never heard of this kind of swordsmanship, he was slightly startled, and asked, "Is it an earth-level swordsmanship?"

In Qiu Feng's eyes, only the earth-level swordsmanship has such great power, killing his sword energy clone with one strike.

"Mysterious steps."

Holding the golden emperor sword in his hand, Wang Xiaojian said coldly.

Whether it's A Ke, Lu Bu, the descendants, or the Li Bai he is using now, these non-ultimate skills from Glory of the King are as powerful as the mysterious skills in this world.

Will enter the wine is no exception.

In the sky, Wang Xiaojian spoke of the Xuanji technique very honestly, but Qiu Feng was shocked, with an unbelievable expression on his face.

"Mysterious skills? How could Wang Xiaojian be a mysterious skill. How could a mysterious skill possess such powerful power."

"Could it be?"

Qiu Feng couldn't accept the fact that the opponent had defeated his sword energy avatar with the use of profound-level skills.

His eyes fell on Wang Xiaojian's golden long sword.

He recognized early on that the sword in Wang Xiaojian's hand was the sword held by Qiu Shengjie, the Fourth Elder of the Golden Diaomen.

Qiu Feng planned to take back this precious sword after killing Wang Xiaojian, but when he was staring at the sword at this moment, he seemed to feel something, his complexion changed, and he screamed.

"Sword Intent is the breath of Sword Intent. Wang Xiaojian, you have comprehended Sword Intent? Right?!"

Qiu Feng felt a strange aura from the tip of Wang Xiaojian's Emperor Sword.

That was the breath of sword intent.

He was very surprised.

Although, those who practice martial arts, in the process of breaking through from King Wu to Emperor Wu, have a certain chance to comprehend the world and comprehend the artistic conception.

However, there are very few people who really understand it.

Everyone who comprehends is a genius, a rare existence.

Qiu Feng is a strong Martial Emperor, he claims to have good talent.

However, in the promotion ten years ago, he did not have the opportunity to comprehend the artistic conception.

And the person in front of him actually understood.

And just cast it out.

Qiu Feng looked at Wang Xiaojian in disbelief.

At this moment, he understood why the other party was able to defeat his sword energy avatar with a single strike.

It is the power of sword intent.

It was the sword intent that boosted the power of the martial arts and erupted with terrifying power.

At the same time, he was horrified.

The talent of Wang Xiaojian in front of him has really reached the level of heaven defying.

Now that he is young, he has reached the Martial Emperor, and he has also comprehended that most people cannot comprehend the sword intent.

Qiu Feng's shocking gaze made Wang Xiaojian very happy.

Even in battle, Wang Xiaojian felt that it was a very happy thing to pretend to be aggressive.

However, his handsome face was full of sarcasm, and he said: "It's just sword intent. I understood it casually. It actually scared you like this."

"Qiu Feng, what I said is not wrong, you are indeed a hot chicken."

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for successfully taunting. King points +6!"

"Ding! Congratulations to the host who will vomit blood angrily and complete an awesome taunt. King points +38!"

With a crisp voice, Wang Xiaojian took the opportunity to earn another wave of points.

Qiu Feng's body shook when he heard the words, and with a puff, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

He is the third elder of the Golden Eagle Gate, and he still thinks that the Martial Emperor is a strong man.

However, he was repeatedly scolded by a young man as a hot chicken.

However, this little talk makes sense.

He understood it casually.

And he has been practicing martial arts for decades, and he still hasn't comprehended it yet.