Chapter 963: Ten Major Potentials

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"ah……"

Everyone under the ring opened their mouths wide open, staring at Qin Shuang on the ring with dumbfounded eyes, this was too unexpected.

"So strong!"

"Qin Shuang's body is so strong!"

"This should have the body power of the ninth level of the Martial King, right?"

King Kong narrowed his eyes slightly, his heart turned. It seems that Jian Gang alone can't hurt her...

"boom!"

King Kong's big feet stomped on the ring, and the ring made of metal hummed loudly, and King Kong's figure flew up, across the air, body and sword united, and shot towards Qin Shuang.

One sword to the west!

This is King Kong's strongest hole card, an earth-level low-grade sword skill. The air was cut open by him, and in front of the tip of his sword, the air was separated to the two sides by the airflow formed by the rapid cutting, and the rapid flow formed a white arc visible to the naked eye.

In the blink of an eye, the tip of the sword was only a foot away from Qin Shuang's throat.

"Clang..."

A dazzling brilliance shone in the air, and Qin Shuang's figure and King Kong's figure crossed each other.

"Plop..."

King Kong's body slid a certain distance in the air, and fell heavily on the ring.

"ah?"

Everyone was shocked by the sudden change,

I couldn't believe what was happening in front of my eyes. No matter how you look at it, Qin Shuang was completely suppressed by King Kong's sword Xilai. How did this become King Kong falling on the ring?

What about Qin Shuang?

Everyone's eyes shifted to Qin Shuang's body, and they saw Qin Shuang standing on the ring, with his back to King Kong who was lying on the ground, with his hands hanging by his side, empty, without a spirit sword in his hands.

"This... it seems that Qin Shuang has drawn a sword just now, right?"

"It seems that I saw a sword light."

"Hiss..." Everyone gasped, "What a fast sword."

"Whoosh..."

A figure flew onto the ring.

"boom……"

The man kicked King Kong's body off the restaurant, and then yelled at Qin Shuang's back:

"Yin Wenlong, eight golden elixirs, the fifth level of Martial King."

"Bang bang..."

There were two landing sounds under the arena. Qin Shuang followed the prestige and saw Jin Yue and Sun Jixian looking at Yin Wenlong in the arena full of murderous intent. It seemed that the two of them started late and could not overtake Yin Wenlong. , Let Yin Wenlong go to the ring first.

Qin Shuang slowly turned around and looked up at Yin Wenlong who was opposite. This Yin Wenlong was born extremely stalwart, and he wielded a mountain ax in his hand, like a mountain god, giving people a great sense of oppression.

Eight golden elixirs, the fifth level of King Wu, which is already very close to the eighth level of King Wu, and seeing the earth-level low-grade mountain-opening ax in his hand, it has already pushed his cultivation to the peak of the late ninth level of King Wu.

"Qin Shuang, if I'm not wrong, your fast sword can only be used for close combat, right?"

Qin Shuang just looked at him indifferently, Yin Wenlong tightened his hands on the mountain-opening axe, and the mountain-opening ax hummed.

"I won't give you a chance to get close!"

"boom……"

Yin Wenlong slashed towards Qin Shuang with an ax in both hands, and a giant ax the size of a room appeared in the air, hitting towards Qin Shuang like a hill.

"Om..."

Qin Shuang raised a small black hand, and slapped the big ax that looked like a hill in the air.

The big handprint that covers the sky!

In an instant, a huge hand appeared in the sky, and it shook the giant axe.

"boom……"

With a deafening explosion, the big handprint covering the sky and the giant ax collided together, and the big handprint covering the sky was shattered, and the giant ax was only slightly slow, and continued to chop down towards Qin Shuang.

A hint of sarcasm emerged from the corner of Yin Wenlong's mouth, but then the sarcasm froze on his face. In his field of vision, Qin Shuang's figure exploded from the middle like a firework, turning into nine figures, shooting from nine directions, the nine swords tore through the air, and made a sharp whistling sound , trance is coming.

"Buzz..."

Like the sound of a windmill turning rapidly, the giant ax turned rapidly like a windmill in Yin Wenlong's hands, one after another huge axes affected the nine sword gangs and rushed away, like continuous hills.

"Potential!"

The faces of everyone under the ring were shocked. A smile appeared on Ouyang Jihai's face and said:

"That's right, Yin Wenlong has cultivated into the fifth-fold power, and Qin Shuang lost!"

"Boom boom boom..."

With a series of explosions, the nine sword gangs shattered, and the fragments of the sword gangs shot around, tearing the air and pulling out dense white lines, like thousands of trees and pear blossoms.

The nine figures turned into one figure and landed opposite Yin Wenlong. A sinister smile appeared on Yin Wenlong's face. Voice transmission into the secret channel:

"Qin Shuang, die! Your spirit stone is mine."

"boom!"

Before Yin Wenlong finished speaking, he saw Qin Shuang's figure exploded again, turning into nine figures and shooting towards Yin Wenlong.

Nine Palaces Sword Skill: Nine Palaces Unite.

"Buzz..."

The space vibrated, and nine long rivers roared from nine directions. They were long rivers formed by the convergence of nine sword gangs. They set off huge waves and swamped and slapped towards Yin Wenlong.

"Ten powers!" Ouyang Jihai couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Boom boom boom..."

The rolling hill formed by the giant axes burst into pieces, and the river of nine swords instantly submerged Yin Wenlong. With the sword gang dissipated, on the ring, where Yin Wenlong stood, only a piece of stumped limbs remained.

"hiss……"

There was a sound of gasping under the arena, and the expressions of the ring masters on the other ninety-one arenas also became dignified. Only Wu Jinsong, Situ Lue and Li Linchen remained calm.

"Whizzing……"

Two figures rose from the ground and landed on the ring almost at the same time.

"Jin Yue, eight golden elixirs, the sixth floor of Martial King."

"Sun Jixian, eight golden pills, the sixth level of King Wu."

The two said in unison, and then glared at each other. Jin Yue said in a low voice: "Junior Brother Sun, leave this to me, I owe you a favor."

"Senior Brother Jin, Qin Shuang has a grudge against me, so let me do this, and I owe you a favor."

"Don't talk so high-sounding!" Qin Shuang looked at the two people in front of her lightly, then glanced at the warriors under the ring, and said in a concentrated voice:

"Are you all here for the hundred thousand spirit stones on me?"

Everyone's eyes lit up, even Wu Jinsong, Situ Lue and Li Linchen on the stage couldn't help but shine.

"Could it be that Qin Shuang really has one hundred thousand spirit stones on her body?"

"That's right!" Qin Shuang shouted, "I have one hundred thousand spirit stones on me."

"boom……"

There was a buzz under the ring, and there were many discussions, and a pair of greedy eyes looked at Qin Shuang above the ring.

On the high platform, Qin Zheng, Ouyang Jihai and others looked at each other in blank dismay.

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