When the storm and the golden arm dissipated, the Qingfeng Sect disciple who had been standing quietly on the edge of the ring finally made a move, only to see his feet stomp, his body was like lightning, instantly passed through the center of the ring lined with rubble, and suddenly appeared in front of Qingshi, and the three-inch Qingfeng long sword in his hand was directly slashed towards Qingshi's head.

The "Ding Ding ......" long sword slashed down with a cold energy, but it was blocked one by one by the fist gloves on Qingshi's hand, and the figures of the two suddenly blurred, and a series of crisp sounds suddenly came out of the ring. The long sword in the hands of the disciples of Qingfeng Gate happened to split on Qingshi's fist gloves every time, and under the slash of the long sword, the fist gloves on Qingshi's arms actually spread out cracks, and in a moment, the cracks spread over the entire fist gloves.

"Defeated......" Looking at the two figures in the field, Ye Guduo sighed lightly and shook his head. She couldn't have imagined that the situation that was originally in her hands would be reversed under the sudden surge in cultivation of the Qingfeng Sect disciples.

Feeling the crack on the fist glove, Qingshi snorted, and under the slash of the Qingfeng Sect disciple, he actually hid his hands behind his back, and he resisted the sword with his shoulder. At the same time, Qingshi also used the strength of this sword to suddenly fly backwards.

The situation is already very clear, on the side of Tianyang Sect, Aoshan clenched his teeth, frowning deeply, but his earthy face showed an unwilling look. On the other side, Nan Feng Ning glanced at the middle-aged man beside him, and then laughed at Aoshan, laughing while still talking about something.

"Hey...... It's over!" The Qingfeng Sect disciple's voice was a little hoarse, as if he had suffered extremely serious internal injuries, and he half-hooked his body and looked at Qingshi with a sinister smile.

Just when Qingshi was staring at the Qingfeng Sect disciple with a solemn face, the figure of the Qingfeng Sect disciple suddenly disappeared into her eyes, and in a flash, the abruptness that appeared in her eyes turned into a cold cold light, that is...... The long sword in the hands of the disciples of the Qingfeng Sect.

"Click......"

The Qingfeng Sect disciple clenched the hilt of the sword with both hands and slashed down with all her might, she wanted to use this sword to end the only 'potential battle' in the past fifteen years. However, Qingshi didn't seem to want to end so quickly, so she saw her right hand raised horizontally above her head, and used the fist gloves on her arms that were already full of cracks to block the sword in front of her forehead.

"It's over......" Gently looking up at the Qingfeng Sect disciple, Qingshi's left hand that was shrunk in front of his chest suddenly turned, and he immediately slammed out, and at the moment when the fist glove of his right arm shattered, a cold voice came out of his mouth.

"Meteor Shattered ......"

The light like a pop, dragging a long tail and carrying a murderous aura, slammed into the chest of the Qingfeng Sect disciple, and bursts of visible energy gushed out from his fist. Driven by the energy, the Qingfeng Sect disciple flew out, and after spitting out a mouthful of blood, he finally fell asleep in the rubble.

Standing up slowly, Qingshi laughed loudly and raised his right hand, and the fist gloves on his arm also shattered into countless speeds at the same time, scattered on the ground. Beneath the shattered fist gauntlet, a complete set of intact black iron was reflecting black light on his hand

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