Chapter 338 You Lost

Everyone could see that Wang Qi was really angry.

No one could remain calm in the face of Han Xu's repeated provocations.

He had already used eight-tenths of his strength in this attack.

Even from a distance, one could feel the terrible power and murderous intent contained in the sword energy.

"Wang Qi has a murderous heart!" someone said in horror.

As we all know, killing is not allowed in principle in the three-tribe competition.

Zhong Fu grabbed Zhong Yi's arm and said in a confused tone: "Dad, save Brother Han!"

Zhong Yi shook his head dejectedly. It was not that he didn't want to take action, but that he didn't have the ability to take action.

He knew very well that if he were in Han Xu's place, he would not be sure to survive Wang Qi's attack.

The only one who could stop Wang Qi was Di Yong, who had entered the holy realm. However, Di Yong stood on the stands with his hands folded across his chest, motionless, and had no intention of taking action at all.

Obviously, Di Yong would not save Han Xu. He acquiesced to Wang Qi's killing of Han Xu.

Han Xu, one man and one sword, looked up at the thousands of sword energies.

He swung his sword back, and the scimitar drew a gorgeous arc in the air, and the sword light rose from the ground like a thread.

The power of the two people met in the void, and the collision produced a terrible shock wave.

These aftermaths spread out, and the faces of the three family heads changed at the same time. They almost made a move at the same time and condensed a barrier in front of them to resist. Otherwise, if the aftermath spread, the ordinary disciples behind them would not know how many casualties would be.

Fortunately, the three family heads made a move in time to block the terrible aftermath. Wang Tong was the easiest because he was in the semi-saint realm.

As for Zhang Fengping and Zhong Yi, they were pushed back a hundred steps by this force before they could barely stand firm and dissipate the remaining power.

Who would have thought that a contest between juniors could produce such a great destructive power. Such a situation has never happened before.

After the shock, everyone looked at Han Xu differently.

Because everyone realized that Han Xu was also a half-saint, and judging from his appearance, he was younger than Wang Qi.

"I didn't expect the Zhong family to pick up a treasure this time!" Many people sighed in their hearts, and cast envious and jealous eyes on Zhong Yi.

The one with the ugliest face was Wang Tong. If the Zhong family had another half-saint, it would be difficult to curb their development.

He sent a voice message to Wang Qi and said, "Can you kill him?"

"Yes!" Wang Qi was still full of confidence in himself. Although Han Xu took his previous move, it did not mean that Han Xu had the capital to compete with him.

In the previous move, Wang Qi only used eight points of his strength. Next, he will go all out.

Di Yong flew high into the sky, and the power of the holy realm spread, forming an invisible but solid barrier around the area where the two fought.

As the spokesperson of Taiyi Dao in the secular world, if the three major families suffered large-scale casualties in this competition, he would not be able to explain it after returning.

He looked at Han Xu and thought: Where did this kid come from? He has such a terrible talent. But since he has chosen Wang Qi and the Wang family, he can't keep him.

Di Yong cast a look at Wang Qi in the void. Wang Qi understood the meaning. He suddenly released all his momentum, and the wings behind him lit up with a bright light like stars.

"It's enough for you to be proud of going on the road if I can use my full strength." Wang Qi said to Han Xu. The moment he decided to use his full strength, Han Xu was already a dead man in his eyes.

The skill he practiced, the Sky Eagle Nine Styles, was a middle-grade holy skill obtained in Taiyi Dao, and it was very suitable for his physical attributes, which could exert its maximum power.

So he believed that as long as he used his full strength, Han Xu would never have a chance of survival.

Wang Qi said, "Use your Saint-level skills, maybe you can die more gracefully."

Han Xu smiled and said, "I don't need to deal with you."

After that, he said to Zhong Fu and Zhong Wei who were stunned, "Don't be stunned. Watch the next move carefully. How much you can understand depends on your own luck."

After Han Xu finished speaking, he held the scimitar in his backhand and held it horizontally in front of him. The silver-white light flowed on the blade, like a bright new moon.

"Even if it is a top-grade extraordinary skill, it is only an extraordinary realm. How can it compete with the power of the Saint-level skill?"

"He is seeking his own death!"

"Maybe he knows that he will definitely lose, so he wants to find a reason."

For a while, everyone talked about it.

But Zhong Fu and Zhong Wei carefully recalled what Han Xu said before, especially Zhong Wei.

He remembered that Han Xu had told him not to let common sense imprison his thoughts.

Yes, the skills are dead, but the cultivators who use them are alive. In theory, extraordinary skills are indeed not as good as holy skills, but different skills can exert different powers in the hands of different cultivators.

The skills themselves have limits, but human potential is infinite.

After Wang Qi raised the spiritual power in his body to the limit, he was bathed in endless brilliant rays of light, and swooped down like an extremely huge eagle.

He released countless terrifying sharp auras, which collided with the barrier condensed by Di Yong with the power of the holy realm, making a terrifying explosion, as if the indestructible barrier could be torn apart at any time.

Even though they knew that the barrier could not be broken, they couldn't help but retreat again and again subconsciously.

The space that Wang Qi passed through was filled with an extremely sharp breath, as if it had turned into a dead zone where no living creature could survive.

On the other hand, Han Xu's expression did not change much from before, but the light of the scimitar in his hand became brighter and brighter.

Behind him, a new moon rose, and he was bathed in the light of the new moon, as if he had also turned into an indestructible scimitar.

This is the domain power born after practicing the Xiaoyue scimitar to the state of unity between man and nature.

Han Xu looked at Wang Qi, and two breathtaking cold lights suddenly burst out of his eyes.

In the moment when his eyes met with Han Xu's, Wang Qi felt that the power in his body stagnated, as if a strange power affected his mind.

When the strong fight, there is no room for distraction.

But under the influence of Han Xu's eyes, Wang Qi lost control of his own power in this brief moment. Although outsiders could not see what happened at all, Han Xu seized this extremely brief moment to attack.

The scimitar passed, and the crescent moon behind him flew out in a rotation, directly taking the head of the goshawk.

"Not good!" The only one who noticed the abnormality was Di Yong, who had entered the holy realm.

He had been guiding Wang Qi in cultivation for a year and was very familiar with Wang Qi. He had also practiced the nine styles of the goshawk himself, so he noticed the abnormality of Wang Qi.

Without any hesitation, Di Yong made a direct move. He seemed to tear through the space, and suddenly descended in front of Wang Qi. He stretched out his hand and turned it into a sharp eagle claw, grabbing the rotating crescent moon.

Just when he thought the dust had settled, the crescent moon in his hand suddenly shattered, turning into countless tiny crescents, instantly bypassing Di Yong's body, and slashing at the unprepared Wang Qi from all directions.

In an instant, Wang Qi turned into a bloody man, just like Zhang Yuan before, and fell to the ground, but his strong will supported him and did not faint.

Han Xu said: "Three moves are over, you lose."