"You can start!"
When Fei Long and Qin Xing stood still in the arena, a venerable golden body who acted as the referee did not waste any time and immediately announced the start of the fight.
"Fat Dragon, make a move!"
With a smile on his face, Qin Xing pulled out his sword, propped up the vision, and put on a stance.
He had known for a long time that Feilong was the most cowardly guy in the Fanatic Legion!
He also knew that Feilong was a shield repairer with a strong defense, but he still didn't take Feilong seriously.
A coward with a strong will to fight, no matter how strong his defense is, he doesn't have much combat power.
What's more, he is one level higher than Feilong, and his strength is one level higher. It feels like he can easily beat Feilong.
"I'm stronger than you, I'll let you make the first move!"
The fat dragon propped up the vision, its strength soared, and a huge hammer appeared behind it, shaking the void.
"Cover the sky!"
Afterwards, Feilong set up the double pots, displayed the sky-shrouding combat skill, and immediately built a strong defensive line, blocking his body.
"Then I won't be polite!"
Qin Xing sneered, the last time Feilong taunted him, he had long been unhappy with Feilong, and today he was fighting Feilong in the arena, so he naturally wanted to beat Feilong up.
Immediately, he stabbed directly with his sword, like lightning, piercing 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 was about to pierce the gap between the two pots!
Suddenly, the gap disappeared, and a cauldron turned around to block the sword.
Boom!
The tip of the sword pierced the cauldron, and a loud explosion sounded, shaking the arena.
Snapped!
The tip of the sword could not pierce the cauldron, but was shattered by the cauldron. The sword shards were wrapped in the aftermath of the battle, and flew in all directions, smashing the space and piercing the void...
"seal up!"
The venerable golden body who was the referee waved his hand, and immediately shot out a wave of true energy, forming a layer of air to cover the ring.
Immediately, the aftermath of the battle was blocked by the gas shield, and all the sword fragments could not penetrate the gas shield, and fell on the ring one after another.
"Fuck, what kind of pot are you?"
Qin Xing stared at Feilong's cauldron with the hilt of his sword on, as if he had seen a ghost.
"Stew Pot!"
Fat Dragon laughed.
"Stew your head, this pot of yours is... the level of a royal weapon, two levels higher than my ancestral sword!"
Only then did Qin Xing see clearly the quality of the cauldron in Feilong's hand, and he was immediately dumbfounded and shocked.
The sword in his hand is only at the level of an ancestor weapon, two worlds behind Feilong's Wangguo!
Under the circumstances that the difference in strength is not too great, the King Artifact can crush even the Holy Artifact, so how can his ancestral artefact be indestructible?
Xuantian Daozong originally only had two holy weapons, one is the Holy Heaven Sword and the other is the Dragon Pointing Spear, both of which are in the hands of Daoist Daoist and Tao Jin.
Later, Lu Chen gave Bai Chun and Zheng Fang two more garbage holy swords.
In addition, apart from the Fanatical Legion, other people don't have any sacred weapons, even Qin Xing only uses the Ancestral Sword.
"You only know now, it's too late!"
Feilong took the initiative to attack, turned from defense to offense, and made a single shot, "Don't think that I can only defend and not attack. In fact, my attack is just as strong!"
"Shield repair has a fart attack!"
Qin Xing didn't believe Feilong's nonsense, so he took out a spare ancestral sword and chopped it away.
Snapped!
The cauldron hit the sword's edge, smashing it to pieces on the spot.
Qin Xing's backup ancestral sword was too low in quality, it was broken faster and more thoroughly.
"Your combat skills..."
In an instant, Qin Xing's face turned blue. It turned out that Fat Dragon's combat skill rank was very high, far above the top rank of the earth rank, and it was definitely a heaven rank combat skill.
This is terrifying, Fat Dragon not only has a king weapon, but also a heavenly combat skill. Do you dare to say that he has no combat power?
"Come, come, eat your fat master!"
One of Feilong's cauldrons shattered Qin Xing's sword, and the other cauldron also came over, with greater power than the previous one.
When the pot was shot, it collapsed the space on the ring, shattered the void around it, made the whole ring shake, and even shook the ground.
"I like it!"
Qin Xing's sword was also shattered, and the distance was so close that he couldn't dodge it. He could only bite the bullet and resist. With all his strength, he clapped his hands into palms and faced the cauldron.
boom!
He slapped the cauldron with both palms and made a loud noise.
The power of the cauldron smashed the palms, the cauldron slapped both palms and shattered both arms, and the remaining power was not exhausted, and continued to slap Qin Xing's body...
"Eh!"
At that moment, Qin Xing realized that his skills were inferior to others, but he knew that the time of death had come, and all thoughts were lost, so he sighed, closed his eyes and waited for his body to be blown away by the fat dragon.
After one breath, Qin Xing found that the physical body was still there, but the pot power of the fatal blow had disappeared, so he opened his eyes in surprise.
It was only then that Feilong found out that Feilong put the blame on him in time, and he was merciful by not destroying his physical body.
Although his arms were lost, his main body was still there. After he went back and recuperated with Genius Dibao, his arms could still grow back slowly.
"Our grievances are over!"
Feilong said.
"agree!"
Qin Xing had no choice but to nod, he had no choice but to nod, he had no power to bargain.
All the way in martial arts, the strong are respected!
Regardless of the resolution of any grievances, it is the strong who has the final say, or the fist to decide!
"You lost, go to the end!"
Feilong said again.
"I lost, I will end, but I want to know how much strength you used just now?"
Qin Xing nodded again, but asked again.
"Probably, sixty to seventy percent."
Feilong thought for a while and said so.
hiss!
Qin Xing gasped on the spot.
What is the concept of 60% or 70%?
That is the concept of casual shooting!
That means, Feilong hanged and beat him casually!
If Feilong tried his best, he might even be able to defeat the Venerable Earth, which is really terrifying.
"If I remember correctly, the main material of a king weapon is fairy silver and tenth-order beast pill. How did you get it?"
Qin Xing stared at the two newly cast king pots, and couldn't help asking again.
He knew that Feilong was a metalsmith, but he didn't think Feilong had the ability to get those two rare materials.
Especially Xianyin, absolutely not in the Eastern Desolation Territory!
"Brother Lu Chen brought it here!"
Fat Dragon said.
hiss!
Qin Xing gasped again.
Lu Chen, what kind of freak is it?
Even the immortal silver can be obtained, it is really an existence with all-powerful means!
"Your combat skill rank is very high, don't say that our Xuantian Dao Sect doesn't have it, I'm afraid the entire Eastern Wasteland doesn't have it either, where did you learn it from?"
Qin Xing calmed down and asked again.
"Brother Lu Chen taught it!"
Fat Dragon said.
hiss……
This time, Qin Xing took a deep breath.
Lu Chen... doesn't he only know how to make alchemy?
Do you only provide mainstream pills to the Fanatic Legion?
Why even provide combat skills?
No wonder...
If Qin Xing still had his hand, he must have slapped his head at this time, because he had suddenly realized it.
