Can Bingyang still be able to hold on to such a terrifying move?

Sure enough!

Sword Master Qingtong began to show off his power.

When the green light dissipated, no trace of Bingyang's soul power could be found in the entire Xuanjin Arena. All the soul power had been condensed into the sword master Qing Tong's heaven-defying sword intent!

I saw him raise his hand and wave.

Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh...

All the sword intentions were transformed into terrifying swords, filling the arena and spinning crazily around the arena.

They were pervasive, spinning wildly around the world of the arena, and their shocking power frightened countless souls on the edge of the arena.

In the blink of an eye, the Xuanjin Arena was enveloped by a terrifying storm of sword intent.

The scene was dark, the ghosts and gods were shocked, as if the end of the world was coming.

Such a terrible blow, I'm afraid even the gods will fall!

"Although you have some talent and defeated the evil monk, this sword master is not a waste like the evil monk! Let you see my Qingcheng Sword Intent!"

As soon as the voice fell, Sword Master Qingtong roared again.

In an instant, all the qi swords exploded and swirled, one by one like locusts, frantically bombarding Qin Feng.

"Yang'er!" Mrs. Bing cried out.

"Hurry up and admit defeat!"

Binghai screamed.

He didn't want his nephew to fall down after his daughter was injured.

Once the Bing family's evil genius is lost, the loss will be immeasurable!

Compared with the spirit-infused magic weapon, Binghai now cares more about Bingyang!

After all, although spirit-infused magic weapons are precious, there are still ways to obtain them.

However... Bingyang did not retreat at all.

Facing the terrifying sword intent that came at him, he acted calmly and calmly. The eyes under the mask were only indifferent except for indifference.

It was as if the countless sword intentions that were coming were not meant to kill him at all...

Sword Master Qingtong captured Bingyang's current state, and immediately his eyes showed confusion.

Combined with all the previous events, Binghai felt like the person standing on his stage was a stranger.

At this moment, Bingyang drew his sword.

He raised his hand and slowly drew out the sword from his waist.

But...when the sword came out, everyone was stunned.

It was... just an ordinary iron sword.

What's going on?

With Bingyang's strength and status, how could his status in the Bing family be so low? How could his weapons be so inferior?

However, Sword Master Qingtong stared at it several times to make sure he saw it correctly.

What Bingyang holds in his hand is indeed a piece of scrap metal. I am afraid that the weapon of any sword holder in the Qingtong Sword Sect is better than Bingyang's.

However, no one knows that the sword in Bingyang's hand was actually snatched by him...

What does he want to use this sword for?

People were confused.

But he saw Bingyang raise his hand, staring at the incoming sword energy, his eyes suddenly swelled, and he rushed over, raising his sword to strike.

The scene was boiling again.

Sword Master Qingtong was greatly shocked.

"Could it be that he wants to use that scrap of metal to interrupt my sword attack?"

This is simply nonsense!

But next.

bite!

bite!

bite!

bite!

...

Then he watched Bingyang dance with his sword and cut away lightly.

The sword energy that came intensively was actually chopped into pieces by him, and no sword energy could get close to his body.
Chapter completed!