The God of War Challenging Heaven

“Normally, a person who is physically defensive is typically attacked because he spends most of his time in physical defense exercises, not on offense exercises. In fact, such a person is extremely foolish, and it is well known that physical defense, extremely difficult to practise, consumes a great deal of time, attaches importance to physical defense exercises, while neglecting attack exercises is totally unpaid. ”

The second largest disciple of the outer door, Xin Tang, bluntly said, showed a little disdain for Qin Yi's amazing physical defense.

Listen to him, everyone around us is free, and there is unconditional trust in Shinto's words.

“That's true. Next, Qi Ping's attacks will get stronger and stronger, and see how he carries them down? ”

Some alternate inner door disciples, suddenly become a little excited, Qiping is on behalf of the alternate inner door disciple side, they naturally want Qiping, able to defeat Qin Yi.

“This Qin Yi physical defense has indeed reached an appalling level. In the middle of the Eight Realms of the District Xuando, it is possible to resist Qi Ping's three kinds of broken nature. Only in terms of attack, it is afraid that it will be somewhat unsatisfactory. ”

Some of the magic fairy trail executives, Xu Xu said, obviously strongly agree with Nashintang's view.

“Kid, my goddamn Tianjin style, will be stronger than the one, now you're only blocking me from the three, and the six, I'll see how you resist? ”

In the center of the martial arts field, Qi flat face iron and blue, full of strength, rushing like a tao, the momentum is terrible.

Qin Yisheng grabbed him in three shitty days, which was a disgrace to him, and he had to find this place back.

“All you have to do is throw your horse over, and your heart is angry, arrogant, and it's hard to make a climate. ”

Qin Yi always behaved lightly and bluntly.

“You have to talk fast here, boy. Get down! ”

Qi Ping was angry and drank: “Style 9 - Style 4! ”

However.

Boo!

Qin Yi disappeared directly in place.

Qiping's powerful Ids_pjsd004_short

Mm-hmm.

What the hell is going on?

Everyone was stunned.

In an instant, everyone figured out what was going on, and that was a speed that was immediately moving!

Until then, it seemed that everyone suddenly remembered, of course, Qin Yi had shown an alarming speed in the battle with Shizhou.

The next moment, everyone's breathing, becomes a little heavy, this teenager, turns out not only to have extreme physical defense, but also extreme speed!

Qi Ping himself, also stunned again, the first three types, Qin Yi directly resisted, the fourth type, actually split another emptiness, at this time, he, even withdrew to the extreme.

He, ranked thirteen on the leaderboard, has always existed in the outside disciples, and where can he stand such a battle scenario?

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Qi Ping growled, all the anger and impatience, all in the palm, fully chopped out, huge palm power, suffocating.

However, unfortunately, Qin Yi's figure shook and disappeared again in place. The next moment, he appeared on Qi Ping's left side.

“Kid, get down! Ids_pjus006_suo_suo ”

Boo!

Qin Yi's figure swung once again in an incredible manner, slapping Qi Ping this hard, easily avoiding.

Qi Ping broke his heart and, as a disciple of the 13th ranking, at this moment, he could not even beat Qin Yi's coat.

“Kid, go to hell! Ids_pjus002_suo_type_7 ”

Qi Ping punched out the Seventh Style of Breaking Tian Jiu. There is no doubt that this Style is empty again. Qin Yi's figure, like a ghost charm, cannot be captured at all.

Qi Ping's heart finally overwhelmed with chills. He was very reluctant to conclude that Qin Yi, whether in physical defense or speed, was terrible!

Everyone around them didn't even dare to breathe heavily. Even the Fox Hall Master was shocked by Qin Yi's astonishing performance: “On the day's entrance test, the second level of 'Copper Man Closed’, the boy lost nine bronze men in a row, only to lose in the hands of the last 1 bronze man, there are indeed some doorways. ”

The disciple outside the door ranked second on the list of Xin Tang, his eyes sparkled, and he looked at Qin Yi in the fierce battle without blinking, showing a strong interest.

“Boy, what are you dodging? If you can, fight me head-on! ”

Qi Ping roared. His face twisted and twisted. He began that indelible posture. It was long gone. Instead, it was rage, madness, impatience and wolf.

“So what if I fought you head-on? ”

Qin Yi faintly said, stepping on his father's foot, between then, was with Qi Ping fanatical battle. He constantly put out "Champion Fist", "Wind Palm" and "Massacre Style 3" to fight Qi Ping.

Ultimately, "Champion Fist" is just a set of basic boxes. It is unrealistic to live with Qipei's Zongdao Martial Arts "Breaking Tian Jiu Style" to fight it, and "Ling Feng Palm", with Qin Yi's current cultivation, is naturally unable to play the greatest power.

It's the "Massacre Three", which makes Qi even a little bit unscrupulous.

But Qin Yisheng was at speed, he played the immortal martial arts of "Kwafu" to the extreme, and his body was transformed into a shadow. Without excellent eyesight, it was impossible to capture his body.

For a while, the two of them were even.

“Now, if you don't extend the Seven Types of Celestial Demons, you'll be able to tie a tie with Qi. Qi Ping will surely defeat the North if I put out the Seven Types of Celestial Demons. ”

Qin Yi breathed out his breath lightly and knew his current strength. If he fought with all his might, Qiping would be defeated by himself in between blinks!

He was a pleasant fighter with a relaxed, relaxed body.

The opposite view was flat, but it was an angry attack. A horrible blueberry was raised on his body, and his mouth kept yelling, as if he were an uncontrolled beast.

The total two extreme gestures of both of them made everyone around them stare at each other.

Although victory and defeat have not yet been divided, those high eyed magic fairy track executives have been very poor in their hearts: impatient, self-destructive, in the momentum alone, has already missed Qin Yi by a great deal, it is truly the second in the rankings of disciples outside the door.

“Boy, enough of this game. Accept my strongest one! ”

Qi Ping suddenly roared, his breath suddenly climbed to the extreme point, above the body surface, even directly burst a thick blue muscle.

“What a horrible insight! ”

The ordinary outside disciples in the audience were all surprised. Many people speculated that Qi Ping was just standing still at this moment, and with this strength alone, he could seriously hurt himself.

Yet the alternate disciples across the street, his eyes suddenly lit up and he smiled happily. At first, Qin Yi behaved once more amazingly, but eventually he could not escape the fate of defeating the North.

“Style 9 - Style 9! ”

Qi flattened his face and punched the last and most powerful version of Tianjin in the direction of Qin Yi.

However, the indifferent voice came out of nowhere: "Ids_pjsd007_type_1! ”

In an instant, Qin Yi's whole human rhythm changed dramatically, as if it had suddenly arrived here as a great immortal demon king, and even suddenly haunted a faint ancient magic.

Same moment.

“Teng!”

The seeds of fire elements at Qin Yi Dan Tian burst into flames.

In a bone turning sound of "pop, pop," Qin Yi's left hand became wide, which was a real demon hand.

Jong-won's left hand, with a desperate breath of death, greeted Qi-Ping's strongest move, the Ninth Style of the Heavenly Break, with a thrilling sound of emptiness.

“Boom!”

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“Bang!”

Jong-woon's left hand, no forward movement, the wind whistled and slapped on Qi flat.

Qi Pinna's body was like a cast of copper gold. He flew directly out of more than ten lengths. He “burst" and fell to the ground. The dust was flying, and the whole earth was shaking for it.

Qi Ping defeated the North!

Everyone here, including Nashintang, is stunned, with their mouths open, and the whole person is completely petrified.

A hairy boy who was only in the middle of Gendo 8, even ranked the disciples on the outside list, ranked thirteenth Qi Ping, all defeated!

This is outrageous!

In the beginning, Xintang and some of the top executives of the miracle fairy tracks thought that Qin Yi had devoted all his energy to physical defense cultivation, and would not do much.

However, Qin Yi's next performance was like two big mouths, “bang," “bang," and smoked hard on their faces, making their faces look hot.

“Huh...”

Yang Shiqi, who leaned on the face of the city, gave off a charming smile.

At this moment, she's in a great mood, really happy.

The dragon flame around him was also a long breath. In fact, when he saw Qin Yi take the shot, he knew that Qin Yi would win. He still quite understood the power of Qin Yi.

“Hallucinations, this must be hallucinations! ”

That Princess Ping, her eyes blinked incredibly, muttering in her mouth, she could not imagine that Qin Yi even won ranking thirteen Qi Ping.

And those ordinary exterior disciples, too, are all very happy. Qin Yi once defeated the alternate interior disciples, when it was really for their regular exterior disciples, they could finally raise their eyebrows and exhale once.

Those alternate inner disciples shut up completely. In their minds, too, they were in the same place, and the gigantic mumble of the Princess of Peace appeared: “Hallucinations, this must be hallucinations! ”

“Today's last challenge, ordinary disciple Qin Yi, challenging alternate inner disciple Qi Ping success, Qi Ping's alternate inner disciple quota, and ranking on the ranking list, will all be cancelled and replaced by Qin Yi. ”

The Fox Hall master stunned for a while and returned to God to announce the results. Then, he looked deeply at Qin Yi. This teenager, he was deeply shocked by the cousin, even gave him the feeling of the dragon not seeing his head!

After hearing this result, Qin Yi breathed out a deep breath and finally succeeded in becoming an alternate inner door disciple. He already had one foot and stepped into the inner door disciple's threshold.