Chapter 154 (2/2)

In the air, Yang Dingtian slowly turns a circle, and his sword slowly draws a circle.

Then draw a circle!

Everyone was stunned. What was that? I've been killed ten thousand times for such a slow sword. You can't kill mosquitoes with such a slow sword. What's more, how can you fight with Qin Huaiyu?

Yang Dingtian is still indifferent and keeps drawing circles.

”Hum, bluff.” With a sneer, Qin Huaiyu's sharp sword in his hand suddenly burst out and pierced Yang Dingtian.

But the next scene, let him stop all the action.

Because the circle drawn by the sword in Yang Dingtian's hand actually condenses into an aperture ring and floats in the air.

One, two, three... Nine

After drawing the nine rings, Yang Dingtian came back to the original place.

”Bang...” these rings suddenly broke, condensed into countless tears, crystal clear tears, suspended in the air, really beautiful, full of fantasy flavor.

Then the tears began to fall.

Sprinkle on the ground, gently hit out a small hole.

Sprinkle in the crowd, bring a slight sting, many people's hair please gently tear, many people's clothes, gently puncture.

But that's all!

Everyone was shocked, shocked!

Such a mysterious sword technique, such a mysterious sword technique.

Qin Huaiyu and Qiu Wanjie look at each other and think of the amazing possibility. Their back suddenly cools and their sweat bursts out.

They know this set of swordsmanship. They have heard it from their ancestors. This is the most mysterious and powerful sword technique in the world. It is the first sword to rob the sword. The river cries.

Only the disciples of Yinzong can use this sword technique to rob the sword. This set of sword technique itself represents the Yinzong.

The leaf ornaments can be forged, and the sword can even be picked up. But the sword technique can't be fake. Even if you can learn the superficial moves, you can't reach the essence of sword technique. Because Xuanqi has a myriad of threads, only those who have really learned the secret script can really master it.

Only the disciples of Yinzong can really learn the secret script of pashadu robbing sword.

All of a sudden, the nameless identity in front of me became undisputed and undisputed. Even Qin Jiaojiao's face changed dramatically.

Of course, Yangding angel's River cry power is so small, they also found the answer. There are so many people here. If we give full play to our power, all the audience will die.

Anyway, Jianghe's last teardrop falls. It's because of nameless pity, not because he doesn't have enough Xuanqi.Yang Dingtian didn't stop. When the river was late, he used the second move to rob the sword and left the soul!

The figure flashed, suddenly refracted more than ten meters, and then flashed again, refracted dozens of meters.

Yang Dingtian's body moves and changes its shape in the whole competition field, and spreads all around.

In an instant, like a dreamlike effect, countless shadows and swords were left behind.

Then, gently refracting back to the original position, he stood up with his sword.

All of a sudden, all of the shadow fracture, the entire competition scene, fracture!

Where it breaks, the leaves are cut off.

A wisp of a woman's hair.

Then, a corner of her dress was cut off.

Everyone was stunned again, shocked by this amazing picture again.

Of course, the reason why the power of tearing the last picture is so gentle is also because of nameless pity. Otherwise, the whole arena will be really broken, and everything in it will be completely destroyed and collapsed.

The real power of the soul state is enough to change the color of heaven and earth.

Yang Dingtian was going to continue his sword dance, but suddenly he opened his eyes and said to Qin Huaiyu, ”Mr. Qin, why don't you do it? Why am I the only one fighting?”

His voice was still flat.

It's just that just now it was an affectation in the eyes of all people, but now it's unfathomable in the eyes of all people.

Qin Huaiyu didn't speak. She suddenly clenched her teeth and bowed down on the competition field. Her waist was almost 90 degrees right angle. After bowing down, she never got up again and asked for anonymous forgiveness with the most respectful attitude.

Then Qiu Wanjie got up and bowed down deeply, not daring to make a sound.

Yang Dingtian said faintly: ”if I don't fight, then I'll go.”

Then he turned and stepped down from the competition platform, picked up Dugu Fengwu, and was about to turn and leave.

”Your dark fire hammer.” Qiu Wanjie used all his strength and trembled.

”Lend it back to me?” Yang Dingtian asked.

Qiu Wanjie bowed his head in great pain. He regretted that he had believed Qin Huaiyu's words and offended the disciple of the hermit sect.

”I beg you to take away the fire hammer.” Qiu Wanjie uses his strength.

”Oh, thank you.” Yang Dingtian is still calm, then he goes to the high platform and grabs the XuanHuo devil hammer in his hand.

”Wow, it's so heavy.” Yang Dingtian Dao.

All the people show a knowing smile. Would the disciples of Yinzong think that the XuanHuo magic hammer is heavy? It's impossible, but he's naturally noble and uses the most common tone to express his feelings.

Of course, this is their understanding. Yang Dingtian really feels that the XuanHuo magic hammer is so heavy. Such a small hammer really weighs hundreds of Jin.

With a hammer in one hand and Dugu Fengwu in the other hand, Yang Dingtian just left the competition field and the Shenbing villa.

Qiu Wanjie wanted to stay, but he didn't dare.