Chapter 901

What shocked the audience even more was Wang Qiming.

"Puff puff puff!"

On the arena, Wang Qiming danced his sword and fought frantically with the first floor. The two were like electricity, flashing constantly on the arena, and they fought at least a hundred moves in an instant.

With every move, an astonishing roar resounded, causing the arena to tremble.

The terrifying energy swept out, containing the aura of saber intent that destroyed everything, enough to tear ordinary Wu Zun powerhouses into pieces in an instant.

"powerful!"

"too strong."

"It's terrifying. How did that young man cultivate? He was so young, and he was fighting against the four great geniuses in a row before, but he was still under the attack of the first floor, and his fighting spirit was boiling. Doesn't this person know what exhaustion is?"

The crowd was shocked and stunned.

Don't look at the intractable battle between Wang Qiming and the first floor, it seems that there is no distinction between the top and the bottom, but everyone knows that the first floor has never been shot before, and he is in a state of peak.

On the other hand, Wang Qiming, who had played against the four great masters of the Daan Dynasty before, even if he was given a certain time to rest, it would definitely consume a lot of real power, and it was not at all in its heyday.

But just like this, the first floor did not have any upper hand.

This……

One by one, their hearts were trembling, and they felt incredible.

"puff!"

At this moment, the situation on the field suddenly changed. The first floor had an ethereal figure, like a killer sneaking in the dark night. In the midst of crazy shots, he finally seized the opportunity and pointed at Wang Qiming's body protection. A blood hole was left on his left arm.

With a muffled groan, Wang Qiming retreated, and blood spurted out of the blood hole in his right arm.

"injured."

"This guy is finally hurt."

"I almost thought that this man was made of iron and would not be injured at all!"

The crowd was excited, as if they were the ones who injured Wang Qiming, but they couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Until this time, everyone was relieved. No matter how strong Wang Qiming is, he is still a human being, and there will be times when he is injured, and it is impossible to remain invincible forever.

"Wang Qiming shouldn't be able to escape the finger just now. It seems that although the previous battle did not cause him much trouble, it also cost him some energy."

On the ring, Qin Chen shook his head with a calm expression.

If it is in its prime, the finger just now, the first floor may not be able to hurt him.

"good chance!"

One finger hurt Wang Qiming, and the first floor was also overjoyed. His legs stepped on the ring again and again, and his figure suddenly became blurred, like blurred afterimages, quickly swept towards Wang Qiming.

"Ghosts and Shadows!"

In an instant, the first floor of the arena seemed to disappear, leaving only a blurry black shadow that flickered wildly, but couldn't tell the direction at all.

"So fast."

"What kind of movement technique is this? Why is the first floor completely disappearing from my perception?"

"It's too fast to be captured by the naked eye and perception."

"I can't even see the silhouette. If it is me who is fighting this person, how can I resist his attack?"

The crowd exploded, and everyone was shocked.

In addition to the unaffected masters of King Wu, there are many Wu Zuns on the field who can identify the location of the first floor, almost very few. Even some Wu Zuns in the late sixth-order stage only see black shadows flickering, and they can't tell the difference at all. Clear the location of the first floor.

How can this make them not surprised?

As expected of the genius killer who has been on the first floor for more than seven years in the first killer organization of the Da'an Dynasty, Shadow Killing Building, this kind of strength, even if it is a late sixth-order peak Wu Zun, I am afraid it can cause enough damage. threat.

"Puff puff!"

Sure enough, under the attack from the first floor, Wang Qiming began to retreat frantically. This was the first time he took the initiative to retreat after standing on the stage for so long.

But it was useless, how could the first floor give Wang Qiming a chance to ease? The true power in the body is released like crazy, and the power of blood is exerted to the extreme, constantly chasing after victory.

Blood splattered wildly, and Wang Qiming continued to spurt blood.

"Failed, that kid is finally going to lose."

"It's still the first floor of the Da'an Dynasty. It's the first genius killer, and it lives up to its reputation."

"That boy is still a little more tender. One wrong step, one wrong step, such a heaven-defying killer on this floor will not give him a chance to turn around."

Everyone seems to be able to see the scene of Wang Qiming's downfall.

Below the arena, seeing this scene, You Qianxue couldn't help but take a step forward, her right hand gripping the sword hilt around her waist.

However, a hand suddenly appeared and held her right hand.

It was Qin Chen!

The palms were interlaced, and there was a warm breath, and two red clouds suddenly flew up on You Qianxue's face, and she looked at Qin Chen suspiciously at the same time.

"Don't be in a hurry to come on stage, Wang Qiming has not yet lost." Qin Chen looked at the ring and said lightly.

"Not defeated?"

You Qianxue raised her head suspiciously. Wang Qiming on the ring was dripping with blood. On the other hand, looking at the first floor, the more he fought, the more courageous he became. If he continued to fight, Wang Qixian would lose at any time.

It's just that although she was puzzled, since Qin Chen opened her mouth like this, You Qianxue didn't even hesitate, and the foot she stepped on came back again.

In the hearts of their group, Qin Chen's words are like the holy words, and they will never go wrong.

At this moment, the situation on the field has reached the most critical juncture.

With more and more wounds on his body, Wang Qiming staggered, as if he had reached the end of the force, and he might not be able to hold on at any time.

"Snatch Yuan Finger!"

Wang Qiming was retreating, because of his injury, his footsteps suddenly staggered, and in an instant, a gleam in the eyes of the first floor, seized this opportunity, the whole person suddenly rose into the sky, and pointed out towards Wang Qiming's chest frantically.

"Defeat!"

"boom!"

A black streamer, like a phantom, came to Wang Qiming in an instant, containing an astonishing breath.

This finger is the lore move on the first floor. Even if Wang Qiming resists it, he will be severely injured and defeated.

In the eyes of the first floor, a god with Zhizhu in his grasp emerged, but the next moment, his expression froze suddenly, and there was a look of horror in his eyes.

Facing his fatal blow, Wang Qiming, who had been retreating quickly before, did not retreat, but took a strange step forward. At the same time, the sword in his hand suddenly waved an astonishing sword intent, slashing towards the first floor.

It was a lose-lose play.

"not good!"

The first floor was shocked, and it was too late to avoid it.

"Pfft!"

"boom!"

Two roars sounded, the first one was the sound of the first floor's finger force penetrating Wang Qiming's body, but because Wang Qiming moved forward unexpectedly, it did not hurt his vitals.

The second one was the sound of Wang Qiming's sword hitting the first floor.

In the splash of blood, the robe on the chest on the first floor was instantly shattered, the whole person roared, was smashed and flew out, and fell heavily into the ring.