leonardwarren Chapter 226: Rosikon
Chapter 226: Rosikon
After eight consecutive battles, Qin Yu stood proudly on the fighting platform without changing his face or panting.
At this moment, none of the audience made a mocking sound, on the contrary, they sincerely hoped that Qin Yu would win the last two competitions and become a human-level Practitioner.
What an amazing thing for a sixteen-year-old human-level Practitioner master!
Even if the news spreads to neighboring countries, it will definitely cause a great sensation.
Some people even captured Qin Yu's aura and felt admiration from the bottom of their hearts. Many aristocratic girls even began to ask people about Qin Yu's family background.
Standing on the high place of the viewing platform, Qin Liu's expression was a little serious.
He clenched his fists and said, "Your Highness, although this young man is only an eighth-level fighter, his martial intent is extremely high. He may have reached the intermediate or even advanced Fist Technique, and his mind is sharp. My humble servant..., really I don't have the confidence to beat him."
Qin Ziyun smiled slightly, patted Qin Liu's shoulder, and said. "I have already sent No. 12 to invite Chairman Luo. As long as he agrees to come, everything can be guaranteed to be safe. You don't need to refuse."
Qin Liu's heart warmed, and he clenched his fists again: "Thank you for your understanding, Your Highness. I will definitely do my best!"
After finishing speaking, he turned around, walked down the high viewing platform, climbed onto the battle platform, and stood in front of Qin Hui.
"Brother Chen, look at his martial arts! Show him the colors!" When she saw Qin Liu on the stage, Duan Lier became furious. anger
Qin Yu smiled at her, nodded, and made a comforting gesture.
Then, with a respectful expression on his face, he faced Qin Liu.
Qin Yu didn't dare to take Qin Liu seriously.
If he didn't guess wrong, Qin Liu's double Sword intent has reached the level of middle-level swords, and he is a first-level master. Even in the face of a Martial Master-level power structure, he has the power to fight!
Although Qin Liu's Soul of Destiny is very rare, his Soul Dao Cultivation Base level is very low. However, what is more obvious is that he is a hard-working Martial Forest master. After more than ten years of daily training, the regiment has finally raised the martial arts and Sword intent to today's height.
Such an opponent is indeed intimidating!
While on stage, Qin Yu had already pulled out the "ancient sword that conquered The Underworld". At this time, he stretched out his left hand, gently stroking the warm black and red color of the sword body, and a fighting spirit of Deva's unity emanated from him.
Seeing this scene, Qin Liu was a little puzzled.
"You want to use this sword`?"
Qin Liu shook his head, "I think you should have seen that my Sword Intent has reached the intermediate level of "Sword Intent". Are you sure you want to give up Fist Technique, which you are good at, and use Sword Technique instead?"
Qin Yu smiled and didn't answer him directly, but asked instead: "Then how can you say that my Sword Technique must be worse than Fist Technique?"
"What?" Qin Liu's pupils suddenly narrowed, revealing a look of surprise.
Could it be that this young man not only has extremely high fist intent, but even his Sword intent has reached the Realm of Spirituality?
You must know that it is very difficult to comprehend the Realm of Wuyi, and it is difficult for ordinary people to achieve the Realm of consonance after practicing one category. Could it be that this young man has not only cultivated his fist and sword, but also raised his fist and Sword intent to the Realm of Consonance?
This kind of martial arts Talent is really scary!
Qin Liu frowned deeply, he stared at Qin Yu and shook his head repeatedly. Obviously, he couldn't believe it, how could there be such a martial arts genius in the world challenging Heaven Court?
Without any explanation, he decided to see Zhenzhang under his hands, crossed his left and right hands, and pulled out the two swords from the scabbard behind him with a clang.
True Qi circulated, Qingmang circulated, Qin Liu's thoughts moved slightly, and the whole person suddenly disappeared from the same place.
"A crackling gust of wind!"
Like Duan Lier, Qin Liu is very fast, and his sword is also very fast. The intersection of the cyan Sword Qi, like a gust of wind piercing the sky, suddenly closed, forming a huge sword net [This is inevitable!
"Humph!"
Caught in the sword net, Qin Yu let out a cold snort, and swung the Ancient Prison Sword. A circle of purple Sword Qi surrounded Qin Yu's body, condensing into a big blood-red True Qi bell.
Tian Xiong is unmoved!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Sword Qi is as thick as rain, powerful and earth-shattering!
But unfortunately, in front of Qin Yu's Flying Immortal, Qin Liu's Gale Cleave couldn't achieve obvious results.
This strike passed him by, he retreated quickly, and the distance between the two was 20 feet.
Qin Liu's chest kept rising and falling, and the shock in his eyes could not be concealed: "I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it!". At such a young age, I have comprehended the artistic conception of the intermediate sharp-edged sword
He knew that Qin Liu had spent six years of hard training in winter and summer before finally comprehending the Sword intent, the sharp element of a sword, and then spent another ten years raising it to the intermediate level.
But the young man standing in front of him seems to be only 15 or 16 years old, but he has already comprehended the Sword intent to this extent,
"If you hadn't spoken rudely to His Royal Highness the Second Prince, we could have become very good friends...... What a pity!" Qin Liu was very grateful to Qin Hui, but when he thought of the second prince's order, regret appeared in his eyes .
He brandished his two swords again and attacked Qin Hui fiercely.
The two of you come and go, and the battle has reached a stalemate.
At this time, under the leadership of Qin Twelve, a young man in a gray robe stepped onto the high viewing platform.
々`Second Young Master, I will satisfy your request, quickly show me Xianyang's sword!"
As soon as he saw Qin Ziyun standing at the fence, the young man couldn't wait to speak, as if he was looking forward to seeing the Xianyang Sword.
This young man was plain-looking, about twenty-seven or eighteen years old, with disheveled hair like a bird's nest on his head, a gray robe that hadn't been washed for a long time, and a few black oil stains on the cuffs.
He looked like a beggar in a market.
"Oh, hey, this is Chairman Luo, don't worry, let's sit down and talk." Qin Ziyun said calmly and politely, not daring to be careless.
(Yes?) It turns out that this slovenly young man is Luo Xikong, the president of the Tianshui Branch of the Inscription Guild!
The Inscription Guild is a functional organization established by the Dagan Empire in various places. Although it is apparently under the jurisdiction of the kingdoms of the various places, its actual status is equal to that of the kingdom, and the kingdom has no right to interfere with important internal affairs.
Even the second prince, Qin Ziyun, did not dare to disrespect him.
After taking his seat, Luo Xikong couldn't wait to say: "Second Prince, if you lend me the Xianyang Sword, the battle and competition will naturally be easier to deal with!"
The second prince said with a smile. "President Luo, this time the opponent is not easy, I suggest you take a look first. In case you are unfortunately defeated, you and the sword of Xianyang will have no chance."
"What did you say? Lost?"
Luo Xikong's eyes flashed, showing displeasure, and he shouted loudly. "Qin Ziyun, do you despise me too much? To be honest, I have made great progress in Cultivation Base recently. Even if I am in the top ten of the list, I may not be my opponent!".