Chapter 83 (1/2)

Yes, at this moment, the refined steel fan of xuanyang song was demonized.

Looking at the strange refined steel fan, everyone could not help shivering, as if they saw a big monster.

”This... Is definitely not an ordinary refined steel fan!”

”It's terrible. I feel my soul has been locked by a blood red demon.”

“……”

Xuanyang song's strange refined steel fan makes many people pale and uneasy.

”This refined steel fan is really strange and pretty good!”

Qin Yi frowned slightly and nodded slowly.

”Just pretty good?”

Xuanyangge looked at Qin Yi in surprise. He thought Qin Yi would be awed by his own refined steel fan. At least, he would be shocked. Unexpectedly, Qin Yi's reaction was so indifferent.

Where did he know that Qin Yi would not be surprised to see other incredible weapons after seeing the king of Kyushu's Kyushu magic knife and the king of Magnolia's all evil gun.

”Originally, I wanted to leave the last copy of the ice fire magic fan to the sword and compete with him for the first of the five young talents in Phoenix. Now, if you want to die so much, I'll help you.”

Xuanyang song suddenly burst into a drink: ”the fifth type of ice fire magic fan - blood fan Tiansha!”

The bloody fine steel fan in his hand immediately rose at the sight of the wind, and immediately rose to a full width of two feet. A powerful and unparalleled killing intention followed the vastness and attacked the whole audience.

How strong!

People are shocked.

”Shua!”

The refined steel fan, which was two feet wide, suddenly waved a blood wave and cut hard towards Qin Yi's neck.

This iron fan is obviously no longer an ordinary weapon. It seems that there is a bloodthirsty demon sealed in the fan. At this moment, Qin Yi woke up and had a bloody hair. Qin Yi even felt that it was the big demon attacking himself.

This fan is obviously more than twice as powerful as the fourth style sweeping the eight wastelands. The air around is violently twisted.

The first genius of xuanyang mansion was really extraordinary.

The huge blood fan two feet wide quickly cut to the weak boy. There was no sense of coordination in such a picture.

People's faces quickly flashed all kinds of expressions: regret, Schadenfreude, panic, heartache

Looking at the huge blood fan, Qin Yi was very calm, and there were not many waves on Junyi's face.

Suddenly.

”Bullying and killing three types - the first type!”

Qin Yi gave his fist and met the huge blood fan.

This punch is ordinary and no fancy, but it is integrated into the natural Avenue. The vigorous inner strength of the xuandao opened on the fist.

”Click!”

Qin Yi's fist collided with xuanyangge's blood fan, which suddenly burst into a blood mist. However, Qin Yi's fist did not stop and suddenly bombarded xuanyangge's chest.

”Bang!”

Xuanyangge couldn't resist the punch at all. The whole man flew out immediately and fell outside the competition circle with a slap.

One punch will defeat xuanyang song!

This situation has happened to Qin Yi more than once, but every time, it will shock people to varying degrees.

This time, xuanyang song, one of the five young talents in Phoenix, was knocked to the ground.

The whole field was very quiet for a time.

The elders who had spared no effort to appreciate xuanyang song all jerked their corners of their mouths, feeling that all this was as unreal as a dream.

What made their cheeks hot was that even if they came forward, they had no confidence to resist Qin Yi's fist. They had never seen such a powerful fist.

”The contest is decided!”

After a long time, yuexianling came back to his mind. On his beautiful little face, there was a strong shock: ”Qin Yi's fist is simple and direct, but it is natural, without any flaws, and has powerful internal strength. Lingyu sect has such advanced boxing skills, which is really unexpected. ”

After hearing yuexianling's comments, Yang Shiqi, several young experts from Lingyu sect, couldn't help but look proud. There was a happy look in Qiu Shao's idle eyebrows. You know, he has also made some achievements in the cultivation of bullying and killing three styles.

Qin Yi himself looked pale, not surprised by honor or disgrace. After a slight smile, he calmly sat back to his seat.