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He Wuregret couldn't believe that this young man's cultivation was so powerful that it was difficult for him to figure it out.

Wen Jianqing's face turned pale, he swung his sword down, although the sword qi 'swung' the snake bone whip away, but the powerful counterattack force carried by the snake bone whip also made Wen Jianqing's wrist numb.

Wen Jianqing's battle intent rose, and a trace of killing intent appeared on his body.

"Shaft, you're too arrogant, eat me with a sword......"

Wen Jianqing shook his wrist and picked up a ball of sword 'flowers', a white 'color' sword qi like a match, as thick as a bowl mouth, as long as a zhang, like a white 'color' angry dragon, rushing towards Zhang Xiaoqiang like lightning.

A hundred miles of swordsman, excellent swordsmanship, this sword swept the wind, tore through the air, and the power was infinite.

Zhang Xiaoqiang stomped his foot, and a bright blue 'color' light appeared in front of him, blocking him like a blue light glass cover.

"True Qi is released, cyan 'color' mask?"

Seeing this, the warriors muttered in a low voice, Zhang Xiaoqiang used the cyan 'color' light mask to resist the fierce attack of the white-clothed sword monk, and now he used this move to resist the hundred-mile swordsman Wen Jianqing.

"Bell ......"

The white 'colored' sword qi collided with the cyan 'color' light mask, making a loud noise.

The infinitely powerful sword qi, in front of the cyan 'color' light mask, was like a mud cow entering the sea, and it disappeared into invisibility in an instant.

"Come ...... again"

Wen Jianqing's wrist flicked, and the second sword 'excited' and 'swinged'.

Then, the third sword.

The Fourth Sword.

The fifth sword.

Wen Jianqing drew a total of seventeen swords, and each sword light was like a white dragon condensed into substance.

Then, the last sword light smashed on the penultimate sword light, and then on the penultimate sword light...... And so on, in the end, the seventeen sword lights merged into one, turning into a huge sword light that was three feet long and incomparably thick.

This sword light carried the sound of wind and thunder, and the air was directly torn apart by the sword light, and the clothes on the bodies of some martial artists who were relatively close to each other were cut to pieces by the sword qi.

"It's amazing......"

"What a powerful sword qi ......"

"Stacking swordsmanship, this is the stacking sword technique of the hundred-mile swordsman......"

The white-haired martial artist was well-informed, and when he saw this scene, he immediately said that this was a stacking sword technique.

"Stacking swordsmanship, one sword on top of another, Wen Jianqing stacked seventeen swords in one breath, the power of this sword is seventeen times stronger than a sword, can this kid's cyan 'color' light shield still block the power of Wen Jianqing's sword?"

Seeing Wen Jianqing draw out seventeen swords in the blink of an eye, and the seventeen sword lights were combined into one, the warriors were dumbfounded, Wen Jianqing deserved to be a hundred-mile swordsman, entering the Tao with a sword, his swordsmanship was even more domineering than the white-clothed sword monk who entered the Tao with a knife, and the twelve consecutive slashes of the white-clothed sword monk turned into twelve knives were still one knife in total, and Wen Jianqing's stacking sword technique, it was a real seventeen swords combined, and this power was naturally needless to say.

Zhang Xiaoqiang also sensed the power of the stacking sword technique, and the power of Wen Jianqing's sword was more than twice as powerful as the twelve consecutive slashes of the white-clothed sword monk.

But this is not difficult for Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Zhang Xiaoqiang pinched his fingers and pointed at the cyan 'color' light mask, and his fingertips burst out with a ball of condensed true qi.

This true qi is injected into the cyan 'color' mask, and the originally thin layer of cyan 'color' mask suddenly increases in thickness, and the face 'color' becomes more cyan and bright, really like a blue glazed tile.

"Boy, ......"

The stacking sword technique is very consuming and energy-consuming, Wen Jianqing stacked seventeen swords in one breath, which consumed a lot of his natal true yuan, Wen Jianqing fought his last breath, and with a wave of his wrist, the three-zhang long sword qi accelerated towards Zhang Xiaoqiang and rushed to kill him.

"Bang ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang's cyan 'color' mask not only has a defensive function, but also a devouring function.

The incomparably powerful sword light rushed into the cyan 'color' light mask, and was still swallowed up by the cyan 'color' light mask.

Wen Jianqing's sword qi condensed his powerful natal true yuan and divine soul will, and after Zhang Xiaoqiang devoured the sword light with the help of the cyan 'color' light mask, he condensed the sword light into a small mass of vitality at the first time and replenished it into his body.

Wen Jianqing's body shook, he was eaten back, and he suffered internal injuries.

Wen Jianqing forcibly held back, so he didn't spurt blood.

At this time, Cui Songhe, the iron-faced judge, and He Wuregret, the meteor hammer, moved at the same time, and they went straight to Zhang Xiaoqiang from two directions, forming a pincer attack on Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Boom ......"

The huge meteor hammer, swept a storm in the air and smashed at Zhang Xiaoqiang.

"Boom......"

The tip of the needle pen of the iron-faced judge Cui Songhe suddenly opened, forming the shape of an umbrella, and then countless steel needles burst out, forming a curtain of steel needle rain.

Wen Jianqing also endured the internal injury, gathered the last trace of true qi in his body, and slashed it with a sword.

This sword directly brought out a two-zhang long white 'colored' sword qi, and slashed horizontally at Zhang Xiaoqiang at the speed of wind and lightning.

"......"

"Nima, it's too 'fine'......"

"Oh my God, the three of them are together, isn't this kid dead?"

Countless martial artists were greatly surprised, this is the joint dispatch of three great masters?

The hundred-mile swordsman Wen Jianqing, the iron-faced judge Cui Songhe, and the horse meteor hammer He Wuregret, the three of them are all great masters who are the best in the world, and they are all strong men who are not inferior to the white-clothed sword monk Bai Haolong, these three people join forces, even if Zhang Xiaoqiang is powerful, can he dodge it?

Everyone is looking forward to it.

In the face of the joint attack of the three big masters, Zhang Xiaoqiang did not have any fear, but instead rose up with an endless will to fight.

"Good ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang snorted.

I saw Zhang Xiaoqiang pinching his fingers with both hands and pulling them in the air.

The infinite vitality of heaven and earth continuously replenishes Zhang Xiaoqiang's body and cyan 'color' light mask.

Qi induction cultivation, qi induction, is the meaning of being able to guide the vitality of heaven and earth.

Zhang Xiaoqiang is now a qi cultivator.

This is the first time that Zhang Xiaoqiang has guided the vitality of heaven and earth on a large scale.

The color of the cyan mask becomes dark.

"Blowing up ......"

Zhang Xiaoqiang suddenly pointed at the cyan 'color' mask, scolded in his mouth, and spit out a mouthful of truth.

"Bang ......" The deep cyan 'color' light mask exploded violently.

"Bell ......"

The two-zhang sword qi of the hundred-mile swordsman Wen Jianqing was blown away.

Cui Songhe's hundreds of steel needles were catapulted off.

He has no regrets about the meteor hammer being 'swinged'.

Kick, Kick!

Wen Jianqing, Cui Songhe, and He Wuregret's bodies retreated hurriedly, Zhang Xiaoqiang guided the power of heaven and earth, and then used a mantra to detonate the cyan 'color' light mask, this huge explosion is no less than the destructive 'sex' of a giant bomb, and it is also Wen Jianqing, Cui Songhe, and He Wuregret that the three of them are still highly cultivated, so they were only 'forced' to retreat, and they were not killed on the spot.

The two warriors who were close had already been shocked and spat blood.

By the time Wen Jianqing and the three of them stood firmly, they were already fifty meters away from Zhang Xiaoqiang.

Wen Jianqing and the three of them still shook their bodies, and their faces turned pale.