adc影库

The few people around Wu Yao laughed lightly, so they looked at them in time, running against Wu Yao one by one, watching the excitement, without the slightest worry.

"Hmph, what do you guys do, eat your food."

Wu Yao snorted and looked at Wang Qiming: "I didn\'t expect that you have realized the meaning of the sword at such a young age. No wonder you dare to be so arrogant."

Sword intent is the core criterion for measuring a swordsman. A swordsman, no matter how high his cultivation is, as long as he does not understand the sword intent, he cannot be regarded as a true swordsman in the eyes of the outside world.

However, the average swordsman who wants to comprehend the intent of the sword basically has to be after the Xuan level, and the age is often over thirty. After immersing in the sword technique for many years, and having a true understanding of the sword technique, he will understand it.

Wang Qiming seemed to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, and he even understood the meaning of the sword, even in the Dawei Dynasty, he was considered a genius.

"Unfortunately, in front of me, it is far from enough!"

Taking a step forward, Wu Yao\'s aura suddenly deepened, and the whole body seemed to contain a round of big sun, a shocking aura suddenly passed, making it difficult for many Five Kingdoms martial artists to breathe and look in shock.

"Take me a palm, Da Ri Tian Smashing Fist!"

The dazzling golden light flowing in Wu Yao\'s palm turned into a dazzling scorching sun, and the big day revolved, crushing Wang Qiming not far away with an astonishing aura, shaking the sky.

"Hate Heaven Sword Technique!"

Wang Qiming sneered coldly, not letting a single step, clenching the sword in both hands, a sharper blade intent came out, layered on top of each other, with endless anger and domineering.

Boom, the palm of the knife collided, and the flaming sword energy swept across. The strong energy caused the surrounding martial artists to urge the true energy and suppress the horror breath that passed. Under this force, the entire restaurant creaked, as if Want to collapse at any time.

Wu Yao\'s mouth sneered even more, his hands turned into arcs, the whole person was like holding a big sun, slowly pushing, like a big grinding disc rotating violently, khaka ka, Wang Qiming\'s knife energy was hit by this blow , Was constantly being consumed, making a creaking moan.

"What a strong force."

"Even the intent of a sword can be wiped out. What kind of power is this?"

The audience was in an uproar, and there were bursts of exclamation.

The fight between Wu Yao and Zhao Cheng just now was so fast and fleeting that everyone did not feel too much. Now that they carefully perceive the strength of each other, they know how terrible it is, that kind of destruction that melts everything. Everyone trembled.

You Qianxue raised her brows and said, "I didn\'t expect you to have such a genius in Great Qi Country. When the Five Nations Grand Tournament first tried, I didn\'t care about it carefully. If this level of cultivation is placed in the previous Five Nations Grand Tournament semifinals, , Enough to have a chance to enter the top ten."

"Wang Qiming\'s talent is indeed good, but he is still a little immature. He wants to become strong so much that his sword intent has gone astray. He can\'t see anything now. If this continues, there will be problems in the future."

Qin Chen naturally knew that Wang Qiming was powerful. In the Star Academy, when he was unknown at the beginning, he was able to stand astonishingly, and he could become the top four in the year-end entrance examination of the Star Academy, comparable to a group of powerful geniuses.

After the initial test of the Five Nations Championship, his talent was tapped and he was valued by the State of Qi. The resources he received were far from what he could compare to before. With the support of a large amount of resources, his potential for terror was truly exploded. At this point, there are basically few geniuses who are better than him.

But Qin Chen still frowned. Wang Qiming\'s breakthrough could be described as a thick accumulation of thin hair. It was not surprising, but in terms of sword intent, his steps were too large, and it would be easy to cause problems in the future.

You Qianxue glanced at Qin Chen speechlessly, the tone of this comment, as if he could see through everything, it seemed that he himself was younger than Wang Qiming, right?

But for some reason, seeing Qin Chen\'s serious expression and affirmative tone, You Qianxue was in a trance, as if sitting next to her was not a teenager of the same age, but a master who had reached the summit, making him a mountain. Yang stop.

At this time, the situation on the scene changed again.

Suppressed by Wu Yao\'s fist and might, Wang Qiming\'s expression remained unchanged, as if the person\'s mind was firm, even if he did not change color even in the face of the collapse of the Tianshan Mountains, in the body, there was an invisible aura rising, which made people look at the change of color and blood.

"Broken Heaven!"

With a roar, the sword intent is even worse, with a monstrous sword intent breaking through the sky, arrogant.

"Huh, it seems that it won\'t work if you don\'t show your hole cards."

Wu Yao\'s expression is extremely solemn. The disciples of these five nations are far more terrifying than he thought. With his cultivation base, he prides himself on being in such a place as the five nations, which is enough to kill ordinary Xuan-level early martial artists. Even if he defeated Wang Qiming at this moment and passed to a group of geniuses in the Dawei Dynasty, he would definitely be ridiculed by others, and he couldn\'t help being very angry.

"Jidao Yaoquan!"

With a low roar, Wu Yao seemed to have an instantaneous explosion of a big day in his body, and a kind of ultimate power erupted. On his right hand, the scorching sun exploded, as if the sun had destroyed.

At this moment, everyone present seemed to be under a scorching sun, with a sense of fear that was powerless to resist.

"It\'s the artistic conception of boxing."

"What a terrible boxing power, what exactly has this person reached in the realm of boxing?"

The crowd was shocked. The swordsman had sword intent, the swordsman had sword intent and boxing, and also had the artistic conception of boxing.

It\'s just the boxing concept of boxing, which is not the same as sword intent and sword intent. Once understood, it can be used in any sword and sword method, but is related to the practice of boxing. What boxing method is the boxing mood.

Even the companion beside Wu Yao was dumbfounded, showing shock.

One of them murmured: "Wu Yao actually realized the artistic conception of boxing. It seems that this time he came to these five northwestern countries, he had been prepared long ago, and he wanted to grab food."

"It seems that we underestimated Wu Yao before. I just promised that with Wu Yao\'s strength, we might be able to sweep the entire northwest."

"It\'s just a matter of talking. The artistic conception of boxing can only be mastered by practicing advanced boxing. Wu Yao\'s Jidao Yaoquan is one of the top boxing methods in Tianmen Palace. It’s also hard to find something more powerful than this set of boxing."

"Hey, let\'s watch it carefully."

A group of this person\'s companions were even more proud and talked.

"broken!"

Wu Yao\'s expression was cold, and under the dazzling light, he blasted out with a punch like a god.

"Bang!" Wang Qiming\'s blade light couldn\'t hold on anymore, it shattered instantly, and at the same time he snorted and his body retreated.

"Humph!"

With a cold snort, Wu Yao\'s eyes were indifferent, and he refused to give up. On the contrary, his hand was even more powerful. He caught Wang Qiming and wanted to teach him a bitter lesson.

suddenly.

A sword light flashed.

puff!

Wu Yao\'s fist power was chopped in two sections, and the fist power that had lost the support of his true energy burst into pieces instantly, eliminating the nothingness.

"Who?"

His pupils shrank, Wu Yao looked angrily at the corner, murderous intent boiling in his pupils.