So when Wen Chuansen saw Qin Ziling's mysterious sword skills, he changed his strategy and stopped competing with him.

Instead, we must defeat ten groups at once!

Wen Chuansen directly wrapped the "Blood War" horizontal sword with the silver dragon transformed from whisk silk, trying to directly crush it with his powerful true energy.

But he didn't expect that Qin Ziling's bone strength was not only hard and sharp, but also endless and extremely strong. It was not like other great martial arts masters in the early stages of bone refining who could only explode intermittently.

The continuous bone strength used its hardness to withstand his powerful crushing, and at the same time, it used its sharpness to break through the surface and continuously cut open his "Silver Dragon".

In this way, Wen Chuansen was equivalent to exploding with all his strength, while Qin Ziling only targeted the attack with one click.

Wen Chuansen's energy consumption was huge, but his energy consumption was much less.

But now that the two sides were entangled, Wen Chuansen would inevitably lose face if he retreated, and he was also worried that Qin Ziling's mysterious sword skills would take advantage of the situation to counterattack.

Of course, Wen Chuansen also believed that he was in the late stage of Zhenyuan. In a competition of strength and endurance, there was no way he could lose to Qin Ziling, a guy in the early stage of bone refining.

Time passes slowly like water.

One stick of incense and time passed.

Under the sun, in mid-air.

The silver dragon was still tightly wrapped around the "bloody battle" Heng Dao, strangling him continuously.

A bloody sword light was like a blood python wrapped around the silver dragon, twisting constantly, as if trying to break free.

The light on both sides was gradually dimming, and the original shapes of the fly whisk and the horizontal knife were faintly revealed.

There were a lot of silver whisks scattered on the ground.

Wen Chuansen's face was livid, his forehead was covered with fine sweat, and the real energy in his body was billowing out, consuming a huge amount of energy.

But Wen Chuansen had no intention of giving up.

Because Qin Ziling's situation looks worse than him.

He held a horizontal knife in his hand, his muscles were tangled, and his veins were bulging. His young and handsome face flushed red in the sun, and a large amount of sweat rolled down his forehead. His body was trembling slightly, as if he would not be able to hold on at the next moment.

It's like falling down.

When the people from the Hou family and Wen family camps saw this, their expressions obviously relaxed.

Wen Chuansen is a great master of Qi refining in the late stage of the veteran Zhenyuan. The Zhenyuan is powerful and inexhaustible. Now he uses the silver whisk to strangle Qin Ziling's "bloody battle" horizontal sword, forcing him to fight with him.

He has so much power, but he can't display his mysterious sword skills.

In their opinion, no matter how powerful Qin Ziling's Qi, blood, and bone strength are, he cannot possibly compare to Wen Chuansen. Even though Wen Chuansen's tactics are at least two or three times more energy-intensive than Qin Ziling's,

Qin Ziling will definitely not be able to defeat him.

In fact, the current situation of both parties also confirms their thoughts.

Everyone in the Cui family looked as dark as if they were dripping with water. Even Cui Shanhe couldn't help but cursed Wen Chuansen for being shameless. Dong Tianba scolded him before he had no choice but to shut up.

On the Cui family's side, only Jian Bailou and Xiao Qing looked at this and secretly curled their lips.

This apprentice is so good at acting!

Poor Elder Wen, even at his old age, can't escape the fate of being tricked by his elder brother!

Another stick of incense time passed.

The sun has climbed to the middle of everyone's heads.

The winter sun shines warmly on your body, making you very comfortable.

But Wen Chuansen felt that the sun was so poisonous that he felt dizzy. The fine sweat on his forehead had turned into profuse sweat, and his white monk's robe was so wet that it seemed like it could drip.

Qin Ziling on the opposite side was still the same as before, even trembling slightly, as if he would run out of strength and fall to the ground in the next moment, but he would not fall.

The people who witnessed it had their eyes straightened.

This is the first time they have seen a great martial artist in the early stage of bone refining compete with a great qi refining master in the late stage of Zhenyuan for endurance, and they can actually last for such a long time.

Every time, it seems like it is about to run out of strength, but it squeezes out a little water like a sponge.

Everyone in the Wen family and the Hou family started to look dark and wanted to curse.

The people of the Cui family turned from pessimism and despair at the beginning to extremely nervous, fearing that Qin Ziling would not be able to hold on at the next moment.

Another stick of incense time passed.

Under the sun, Wen Chuansen's body began to tremble like Qin Ziling's, and his originally rosy old face had completely lost its luster and became wrinkled.

Qin Ziling is still the same.

The atmosphere of the scene is very subtle and strange.

Except for Xiao Qing and Jian Bailou who wanted to laugh, everyone else always felt that something was wrong.

Just when the people watching the battle felt something was wrong, Qin Ziling suddenly said: "Old guy! This kind of fighting method is too boring, let's try something simpler!"

While Qin Ziling's words were still echoing in the air, an afterimage crossed the martial arts field and approached Wen Chuansen in an instant.

"Seeking death!" Wen Chuansen was overjoyed when he saw this. He opened his mouth and sprayed out a stream of water essence towards Qin Ziling.

The water essence condensed into an ice sword in the air and went straight to Qin Ziling's throat.

At the same time, the magic weapon whisk had taken the opportunity to loosen the "bloody battle" horizontal knife that had lost control, and the silver thread turned into thousands of silver rays and shot towards Qin Ziling again.

"What a pity, I still can't defeat Wen Chuansen in the end!" Dong Tianba and others secretly regretted it.

Everyone in the Wen family and Hou family looked surprised.

Everyone in the Cui family changed their expressions. Cui Baiming even opened his mouth to admit defeat for Qin Ziling, but was stopped by Jian Bailou.

In the eyes of everyone, Qin Ziling has now reached the point where the lamp oil has been exhausted, and he has no choice but to give up the "bloody battle" and want to make a desperate attempt to kill Wen Chuansen.

But Wen Chuansen is, after all, a veteran Qi Refiner in the late stage of Zhenyuan. He still has a little Zhenyuan power left and can react quickly to changes. He directly uses a real Yuan to condense the ice sword to take out Qin Ziling's vitals, prevent him from approaching, and at the same time call back the magic weapon of whisk.

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Now Qin Ziling is under attack from both sides. Even if he can break through the ice sword, how can his flesh and blood body dodge or block the silvery cold light that scatters all over the sky?

Unless he still has a lot of strength left, he can put a strength shield around him!

But is this possible?

Just when everyone thought that Qin Ziling would be defeated and killed this time, Qin Ziling actually opened his mouth, and a crystal clear flying sword shot through the air with colorful colors reflected in the sunlight.

"Dang!" there was a sound.

The flying sword directly shattered the ice sword formed by Wen Chuansen's true energy.

Almost at the same time, Qin Ziling's figure did not pause at all, and even suddenly exerted force at an even more terrifying speed.

"Stop!" The Wen family and the Hou family immediately shouted violently, and Pu Jingyan pointed at Qin Ziling in the air, tearing the air with a green sword energy and stabbing him away.

"Pu Jingyan, why are you as shameless as your master!" Upon seeing this, Jian Bailou pointed his finger in the air, and a sharper golden sword energy tore through the air, arriving first and last.

The two sword energies collided in the air and exploded violently, creating waves of air.

The black energy appeared on Jian Bailou's face again, this time it became more obvious.

"Stab it!"

Qin Ziling's hand knife pierced directly into the chest of Wen Chuansen, who was retreating rapidly, and then pulled it out suddenly, kneeling on one knee, gasping for air, sweat rolling down his forehead.
Chapter completed!