The heavens begin from practicing swords in the palace

In desperation, Zhao Qiu only slashed at the Overlord Spear.

This chop has also combined more than [-] kinds of changes into one knife.

"Bang!"

The thick-backed saber in Zhao Qiu's hand had already struck the point of the fierce spear.

The blade and the tip of the gun collided, and brilliant sparks were produced by friction!

Taking advantage of the force of the collision, Zhao Qiu took a few steps back.He kept walking, chanting Daojue in his mouth, and the thick-backed saber in his hand was dancing like the wind.

The sharp murderous intent continued to gather.

Zhao Long vaguely guessed that the key to this battle was not to let Zhao Qiu gather his murderous aura.

If Zhao Qiu's murderous aura condensed to the peak and climbed to the peak, then when this boundless murderous aura gathered on a single knife, even though he was a fourth-level warrior, Zhao Qiu was only a third-level warrior.

Perhaps, that knife will cross the chasm between triple and quadruple fighters.

Therefore, the Overlord Spear in Zhao Long's hand always strikes Zhao Qiu halfway before he is about to gather his murderous aura and climb to the top.

Every time the swords and guns intersect, a huge force is transmitted from the Overlord Spear, like being struck by lightning.

A mouthful of blood spewed out from Zhao Qiu's mouth, leaving wisps of blood on the corners of his mouth.

Zhao Asheng laughed and said: "This kid is also considered a talent, but he wants to win by stepping up, and wants to beat my grandson, but he can't!"

Zhao Changhong snorted coldly, glared at Zhao Asheng sideways, and didn't speak.

In the martial arts arena, there was intense anxiety.

Zhao Qiuxin said: "My qi and blood are far less profound than his. If I continue to consume like this, I must lose!"

Just as he was thinking, Zhao Long's Overlord Spear came slantingly again. Zhao Qiu had to dodge it with his body, and dared not resist with a saber.

"Every time this overlord spear is thrust out, it will be powerful and heavy, and it will not last long!"

As soon as he thought of this, Zhao Qiu put away the thick back saber, stopped attacking, and only dodged with lightness kung fu.

"Anyway, I'm just a third-level warrior, and it's not ashamed to lose to a fourth-level warrior. What's more, as a human being in the second world, I have long since looked down on such things! If, with lightness kung fu, I can fight Zhao Long invincibly, It's also a good result!"

Although Zhao Long's marksmanship is sharp, each blow consumes a lot of energy.

He was originally young and energetic, but a few days ago he broke through the barriers of the fourth level of martial arts, and it was the time when he was full of ambition.

Unexpectedly, in front of him, his cousin Zhao Qiu, who used to be a worthless person, is now a triple martial artist.

This Zhao Qiu is not only excellent in swordsmanship and saber skills, but also has an unfathomable lightness kung fu.

He has all the strength in his body, and when he uses his fists and feet, he has the strength of thousands of catties.

However, facing his cousin Zhao Qiu at this moment, it was like punching two fists on thick cotton, and he felt helpless.

"Today is a good time for me and grandpa to seek the position of Patriarch! If I am a fourth-level martial artist, but I can't even take down a third-level martial artist, it will not only make the elders of Zhao Changhong's line ridicule, but also the elders of our line. , will be shaken! Only by defeating, or even killing this person, will it be possible to seize the Patriarch!"

Thinking of this, the strength in Zhao Long's hands increased by several points.

The Overlord Spear in his hand, with a flick of the spear tip, blossoming spear flowers fell out, like silver flames burning, countless spear shadows shrouded Zhao Qiu's body.

The blossoming gun flowers are like raining flowers from the sky, and all the elders who watched the battle thought to themselves: "If I am in a different place, I am afraid that I will lose without a few moves in the face of this stormy marksmanship!" !"

Zhao Qiu sneered in his heart, he had gone through several reincarnations, but he knew Zhao Long's thoughts clearly.

Immediately, he used his body skills to the limit, and walked back and forth on the martial arts arena.

His body, like a ghost or a ghost, is erratic and unpredictable.

In this way, they fought for another quarter of an hour.

Although the Overlord Spear in Zhao Long's hand was still fierce and powerful, it still couldn't reach Zhao Qiu.

Since then, Zhao Long's spear has gradually slowed down, and the strength in his hand has also gradually decreased.

However, Zhao Qiu's movements did not slow down, but became faster and faster.

"Zhao Qiu, what kind of hero are you just dodging and running away?" Zhao Long scolded.

Zhao Qiu smiled slightly and said, "Heroes? Hehe... Is your aggressive method? Unfortunately, it doesn't work for me. As for heroes! You should keep it to yourself!"

In a blink of an eye, another quarter of an hour later, the speed of the Overlord Spear in Zhao Long's hand became even slower.

Zhao Qiuxin said: "The time has come!"

Immediately, he took the thick-backed saber in his hand, and recited the saber's decision in his mouth, the blade's edge was green and cold.

The overwhelming murderous aura poured out.

Zhao Long intends to prevent Zhao Qiu from gathering murderous intent, but unfortunately his strength is weakened at this time, and Zhao Qiu's lightness kung fu is strange and unpredictable.

Therefore, it is difficult to hit halfway.

Seven kills sword technique, seven kills in one style.

The seven styles of saber techniques are combined into one style, and hundreds of changes are gathered on one knife.

When the knife comes out, ghosts and gods are shocked.

Zhao Qiu held the saber in both hands, and jumped up into the air.

With one knife, he chopped down in the air.

"Bang!"

The Thick Back Saber and Overlord Spear finally intersected again, and it should be the last time.

Under this incomparably sharp slash, the Overlord Spear in Zhao Long's hand flew out in an instant and fell to the ground.

With a sound of "Wow", Zhao Long spat out a mouthful of blood.

Zhao Qiu was full of murderous aura, like a god of killing!

"You lost!" Zhao Qiu said coldly.

Pointing at the point of the blade, Zhao Long didn't dare to move an inch anymore, he no longer had the Overlord Spear in his hand, and the opponent's sword seemed to have demonic properties, with a fierce murderous aura.

He thought to himself that if he made a move, he was afraid that he would receive a fatal blow immediately.

What's more, at this time, his energy and blood are exhausted, and he is almost exhausted.