applyChapterSetting(); In the ring, countless pairs of eyes focused on Qingjian Qilin, these eyes were full of surprise and shock, all of which were unimaginable, Qingjian was in the realm of kings, and he could condense Jiangang into armor.

The difference between this kind of sword armor and the armor with the condensation of sword qi is like a world of worlds, and it cannot be calculated at all.

A swordsman, if he wants to condense his sword armor into sword armor, he needs to reach at least the realm of the Sage before he can initially condense successfully.

Now, Qingjian Qilin is announcing to the world that in the realm of kings, the sword gang is condensed into sword armor, and such a miraculous thing is happening in front of him.

On the other side, Qin Mo looked at Qi Lin in sword armor, and a look of incomprehensibility appeared in his eyes.

"In the realm of kings, it is impossible to rely on one's own strength to transform armor with a sword, but Qi Lin has ......actually done it" Qin Mo's mind turned, thinking of many possibilities.

"Qin Mo, your kendo attainments really amazed me. On the other side, the cloak on Qingjian Qilin's body moved, vaguely revealing his handsome face, but in Qing Yue's voice, it gradually appeared.

However, the outcome of this battle is already doomed. In the case of equal kendo attainments, cultivation has become the key to this battle, and you have no chance of winning. ”

Qi Lin's bare right hand slammed into a move, and a cyan saber appeared. The sword body was as green as jade, constantly trembling, and let out a sword groan, and the sword intent that permeated the surroundings rippled, cutting countless cracks into the surrounding void.

"Use this sword to end this battle!"

Bang!

With the light sigh of the green sword Qi Lin, his right arm moved, and the sword had already been cut out. A terrifying sword aura slashed out, accompanied by the impact of a sword domain, and attacked straight towards Qin Mo.

The power of this sword made many strong people change color in unison, and some of the older generation of strong people really felt threatened. Although Qingjian Qilin was famous before, it was rumored that his strength was comparable to that of the older generation of powerhouses, or even better.

For such rumors, many strong people of the older generation scoffed, believing that there was too much water in it, and it was the result of Qingxi Sect's deliberate momentum.

At this moment, these older generation powerhouses had a miserable change in expression, and they really couldn't imagine why Qingjian Qilin's sword strength could reach such a level.

In the realm of kings, he has such terrifying strength, if this young swordsman successfully enters the realm of saints, wouldn't he be a monster among the martial saints?

With such strength, what can Qin Mo of Xicheng resist? In the final analysis, this young genius in Xicheng is still too young.

Bang!

At the moment when the brilliance of the blue hazy giant sword suddenly rose, a loud roaring sound came from Qin Mo's body, which was the sound of the True Flame running wildly, erupting like a volcano.

In an instant, Qin Mo rushed out, his body was like a flash, and in the face of such a terrifying sword as Qi Lin, he did not retreat or dodge, not even drawing his sword, but waved his arm and punched out.

There was a dull sound, and within a radius of a hundred miles in the entire sky, it seemed to shake, and I saw a fist like an optimus sword pillar, rushing straight up, and collided with Qingxi Jianhua.

The surging fist strength contained endless sword intent, and it overflowed violently, and it was actually equal to Qi Lin's terrifying sword qi.

With the ancient boxing skills that are urged, at this moment, burst out with dazzling brilliance.

At this time, Qin Mo's speed of rushing forward did not stagnate at all, he flew to the center of the ring, and with a step, a large hole exploded in the center of the ring, prompting his speed to surge again.

At this time, Qin Mo's next punch was a blast, his left arm flashed, and his fist strength roared like a stegosaurus, which was actually a terrifying fist sword inspired by urging.

Boom Boom Boom ......

In an instant, the Heavenly Fist immediately spread out, punch after punch, constantly impacting the huge cyan sword flower, and finally blasted this terrifying sword qi away and shattered it to invisible.

"Such an outrageous crack!"

Many martial arts powerhouses stared wide-eyed, full of disbelief, just now Qi Lin's sword was slashed, and they were actually shocked. If it were for themselves, in the face of such a sword, there would be no room for resistance, so they could only avoid its edge and dodge it.

However, no one thought that Qin Mo would dissolve this sword in such an arrogant and direct way.

The terrifying fist power that stretched just now was really like a giant dragon roaring, colliding with the majestic and boundless sword momentum.

Airplanes!

On the other side of the ring, Qi Lin was surprised, as if he was stunned, but he didn't stop. Another sword was slashed out, and the power of this sword was significantly improved compared to just now.

Boom Boom Boom ......

Qin Mo's expression was calm, the speed of the forward rush was still the same, it was still punching out, his domineering fist was like a boundless sea of anger, and it was also stronger than a punch.

The power of each fist is still some distance compared to the King Realm. However, the overlapping strength of this Dao fist actually formed a terrifying force, constantly disintegrating the cyan sword flower.

This scene made many spectators frown, all of them thinking that Qin Mo was too reckless. Urging the fist technique in this way is obviously using some kind of secret technique, forcibly raising the upper limit of one's cultivation.

Otherwise, the fist strength of a Heaven Realm powerhouse, no matter what, would not be able to compete with the great masters of the King Realm.

On the other hand, what this young swordsman in Xicheng is best at is undoubtedly his amazing swordsmanship. Using this kind of secret technique now to forcibly improve one's cultivation without using the best sword skills is really putting the cart before the horse.

This kind of practice, unconsciously abandoning the basics, and being too reckless, can only lead to defeat, and may even lose your life.

"Still too young after all!"

Someone sighed and shook his head, the past glory of this young genius in Xicheng seemed to be ending here.

However, in the next moment, the contempt of many strong people froze on their faces. Qin Mo actually doubled his fist speed, fist power, and fist momentum in an instant.

This is a sign of urging to the extreme, and it is also the extreme that Qin Mo can achieve by fusing the ancient boxing techniques with each other under the amplification.

Rumble!

The raging fist wind, carrying boundless sword qi, rushed through the void and scattered another cyan sword light, but it was more than remnant, and it struck directly towards the green sword Qi Lin.

A huge muffled sound came out, and two mighty forces collided like two meteors, and two huge circular power light curtains rushed up, constantly squeezing and colliding in the ring, sending out a suffocating aftermath of the collision.

Bang!

The huge power light curtain collapsed, and the cyan sword light was all destroyed, and the green sword Qi Lin raised his sword and competed with Qin Mo's fist without any tricks.

At that moment, the terrifying fist power came along the sword body, causing Qi Lin's body to tremble wildly, and he involuntarily took three steps back.

"The sword gang armor, with the cultivation of the king realm, the sword power that is generated, is there only such power?"

Qin Mo didn't continue to move, and said lightly: "With that kind of way, you can take your sword talent to the next level, and you can turn your sword into armor in the realm of kings." With your grandfather's despicable thoughts, you must have thought that in the future Northern Regions, or even the Ancient Continent, your Qingxi Qi clan will be able to occupy a place, right?"

Saying yes, Qin Mo laughed unconsciously, his snow-white teeth were exposed, one by one as crystal as white jade, but there was a sense of indifference.

It was so steep that in mid-air, Qin Mo shouted coldly: "Qi Zhe, you old horseman, just open your dog's eyes and see that you are proud of your despicable actions." Can we defeat the innate talent ......?"

With the sound of muffled words, a thunderous loud bang exploded, and the momentum on Qin Mo's body skyrocketed again, like a huge volcano, spewing out a magma flow ten thousand feet high, and its terrifying qi was so terrifying that even the powerhouses of the King Realm felt extremely depressed.

What kind of power is this?

How could a Heavenly Realm powerhouse possess such a terrifying power as strong as the sea?

Zizizi...... Around Qin Mo's body, the blazing true flame changed rapidly, turning into an incandescent color, and the surface of his body was beating with a thunderous brilliance.

The intense incandescent flame beats, and with each churn, the void melts through one rift after another.

Raising his head, Qin Mo's eyes changed, they were actually incandescent ones, as if his eyes had turned into two incandescent flames.

The palm of his hand was slowly clenched, the overwhelming power was swirling and churning, and the corners of Qin Mo's mouth were filled with a cold smile, full of sarcasm.

With that, with the cooperation of Heavenly Gong and the talent of the Fighting Holy Body, Qin Mo did not expect that he would be able to raise his own strength to this level.

Qin Mo once had an idea for such a move, but he never really implemented it. Now, seeing the sword armor of the green sword Qi Lin completely angered Qin Mo.

With Qingjian Qilin's former qualifications, he was even inferior to Feng Xiluo, and he would definitely not be able to reach this step of sword armor at such an age.

Being able to do this, his fusion of Feng Xiluo's kendo talent is undoubtedly the most important reason.

"Old fellow, let me crush the dream you had more than ten years ago!"

In a deep voice, Qin Mo took a step forward, his entire body in the shape of an arrow bow, and his right hand was resting on the hilt of the sword.

Make a sword draw!