Bi Fengdi and Wang Jingxian's battle still had no suspense. Although Bi Fengdi had been defeated by Qin Xiaoyou and his confidence had taken a hit, he was still not someone Wang Jingxian could match. After all, the two of them were a whole realm apart, and he could not possibly have Qin Xiaoyou's ability.
Hence, Bi Fengdi successfully took the third place. However, with Bi Fengdi's fame and expectations, this third place was obviously not satisfactory. After all, he was a popular candidate for the first place.
Many people were lamenting that there was a batch of dark horses in this competition, which exceeded everyone's expectations. If not, Bi Fengdi would not have lost in the competition for the Ten Finest Talents.
Since the third place had been selected, it would naturally be the final battle. Qin Xiaoyou versus Qin Qiao. The position of the champion of the Ten Finest Talents would be decided between the two of them. Everyone was guessing who would emerge victorious in the end.
Many gambling dens had already opened bets. Qin Xiaoyou's odds were not low at all. After all, she was the person who had defeated Bi Fengdi, and her popularity had reached its peak.
The final battle gradually began. Both Qin Xiaoyou and Qin Qiao went up to the challenge ring and stood a hundred meters apart.
Qin Qiao, who was opposite them, was not tall and had ordinary looks. His eyes had a gloomy look that made people uncomfortable. He squinted at Qin Xiaoyou and said in a strange tone, "The women from our Qin Clan are indeed a little different. However, today, I want to clean up the family. "
"I am not from your Qin Clan. Please don't try to pull a fast one on me," Qin Xiaoyou said with a cold face.
"How disgraceful! Die!"
Qin Qiao snorted coldly. A gloomy look flashed in his eyes, and the next moment, a black shadow shot out like lightning and appeared above Qin Xiaoyou's head.
It was a jet-black scimitar. The blade of the scimitar flashed with a faint blue light, as though it was poisonous.
Qin Xiaoyou's eyes narrowed slightly. With a flick of her finger, a faint black sword Qi flashed out and directly collided with the jet-black scimitar, causing it to bounce off.
However, a strange scene happened. The scimitar seemed to be alive. It shook slightly and let out a ghostly wail. The next moment, it actually turned around and slashed at Qin Xiaoyou again.
Qin Xiaoyou was slightly stunned. The scimitar could actually attack automatically. How strange! Although she didn't understand the logic behind it, she became much more serious.
When the scimitar came at her again, her figure flashed, dodging the attack. She didn't meet the scimitar's attack. In an instant, she turned into more than a dozen afterimages, her figure splitting and merging, dazzling the eyes of the onlookers.
However, something even weirder happened. The jet-black machete made a turn, as though there was an invisible hand controlling it, and once again slashed towards Qin Xiaoyou. Moreover, this time, it was aimed at Qin Xiaoyou's real body. It actually managed to find the real body in an instant, which shocked Qin Xiaoyou.
"Eh?"
In the distance, a glint of surprise flashed in Mo Wen's eyes. That machete was a little strange. It had a very strong Psyche power on it. It was filled with a sinister aura, as though there was a ghost imprisoned there. This kind of thing was very rare. Only the people of the evil path would have it. It shouldn't have appeared in Qin Qiao's hands.
Could it be that the Qin Clan and the heretic forces were cooperating to such an extent that they could take out such a thing so casually?
With the Psyche power sealed on the machete, it would be very easy to find Qin Xiaoyou's real body. After all, those afterimages were inanimate objects, so it was impossible for them to have souls. Hence, there wouldn't be any soul waves. If one could sense the soul waves, they would be able to directly lock onto the real body.
After all, Qin Xiaoyou's cultivation and ability were still not enough. She couldn't achieve the stage where her Psyche could split and change so that those soul-searching abilities wouldn't be able to find her. This was something that even Mo Wen would find difficult to achieve, let alone Qin Xiaoyou.
Qin Xiaoyou frowned slightly. That machete was too strange. Not only could it attack automatically, but it could also sense the position of her real body. It had almost reduced the ability of the Tai Succubus Dance by half.
In order to confirm her guess, Qin Xiaoyou dodged a few more times. Indeed, the machete was still chasing after her with unerring accuracy. Those afterimages couldn't do anything at all.
"Although your movement technique is exquisite, it is of little value to me," Qin Qiao said with a cold smile.
With the Jet-Black Soul Machete in hand, any illusion would be futile. He wouldn't fall for Qin Xiaoyou's trick.
"Is that so?"
Qin Xiaoyou's expression was calm. Her silhouette drew a beautiful arc in the air, once again dodging the attack of the machete. The moment her body landed, she actually rose up again and appeared in front of Qin Qiao in a flash.
Although the afterimages couldn't be used effectively, the Tai Succubus Dance didn't just rely on the afterimages. It also relied on the unparalleled speed and agility. It was almost impossible for the machete flying in the air to hit her.
"I would like to see how capable you are."
Qin Qiao snorted coldly. He took a step forward and struck out with his palm without dodging, directly clashing with Qin Xiaoyou. Naturally, he wouldn't think that the Jet-Black Soul Machete would be able to defeat this young lady. That machete wasn't his weapon, so he couldn't use much of its ability. That machete was only stored in the Qin Clan, and the eldest great grandfather had made an exception to let him use it once. His goal was to break Qin Xiaoyou's troublesome afterimages ability.
The two of them collided. Their fists and palms collided, exploding into a glaring light and a strong wind.
Qin Xiaoyou's toes touched the ground, and her silhouette flashed. Using the recoil, she retreated tens of meters in an instant, coincidentally dodging the incoming machete.
As for Qin Qiao, he retreated seven or eight steps before stabilizing himself.
"Your Cultivation is indeed very strong."
Qin Qiao looked at Qin Xiaoyou with some surprise. No wonder Bi Fengdi had been defeated by her. The strength of her Inner Qi was almost on par with theirs. She was only at the pinnacle of the Sea of Qi realm, yet she had such Cultivation. Her talent was so high that it was indeed shocking.
"You are still much weaker than Bi Fengdi. The people of the Qin Clan only know how to boast."
Qin Xiaoyou looked at Qin Qiao from afar. From the test just now, she could already tell that Qin Qiao's Cultivation was not as good as Bi Fengdi's. He had barely reached the level of the Qi Nucleation realm. Moreover, it was a little unstable, and his Qi was loose. According to what Mo Wen had said, his foundation was not stable. This kind of situation was very serious for an ancient martial art practitioner, as it would affect his future growth.
"Humph, whether I am boasting or not, you will know in a while. Today, in the challenge ring, I will definitely kill you, unless you admit defeat now."
Qin Qiao smiled coldly. He was not at all bothered by Qin Xiaoyou's belittling of him. His eyes were filled with confidence.
"I will not admit defeat."
Qin Xiaoyou's small face tensed up. Facing a member of the Qin Clan, how could she admit defeat? Not to mention that Qin Qiao might not be more of a threat than Bi Fengdi in her eyes, even if he was really very powerful, she would still give it her all in this battle.
"Then die."
Qin Qiao smiled coldly. He liked Qin Xiaoyou's stubborn character, as only by doing so could he kill her more easily. After all, if she retreated without a fight and admitted defeat, he would not be able to kill her.
With a swoosh, the Jet-Black Soul Scimitar flew back and landed in Qin Qiao's hands. He was very clear about how terrifying the power of this scimitar was. Qin Xiaoyou alone was definitely not his match. However, using this scimitar, he would have to pay a huge price. At least for a period of time, he would be in a very weak state. However, if he could kill Qin Xiaoyou and perform in front of the Eldest Great Grandfather, it would all be worth it.
Howl!
The Jet-Black Soul Scimitar let out a strange howl. The scimitar suddenly emitted a jet-black light, like a black sun. Qin Qiao's hand, which was holding the scimitar, suddenly split open. Traces of blood flowed out and strangely entered the long scimitar.
With the injection of blood, the Jet-Black Soul Scimitar trembled, as if it was very excited. The strange howl became more and more urgent, causing one's hair to stand on end.
"What kind of weapon is that? It's so strange! Even from so far away, I can feel a bone-chilling cold. "
"Could that be the legendary evil weapon? This kind of thing is the most filthy thing in the world. Those who come into contact with it will be met with misfortune. "
"What exactly is the scimitar in Qin Qiao's hand? It's so strange. Why do I feel that my blood is a little cold?"
…
That strange Jet-Black Soul Scimitar naturally attracted the attention of many people. Each of them looked at the scimitar in shock, a look of fear rising in their eyes. Although they did not know what it was, anyone could feel that it was not something good.
The other few people from the aristocratic families also had serious expressions as they looked gravely at the evil scimitar in Qin Qiao's hand.
Bi Kuanhai looked in the direction of the Qin Clan with a serious expression. A look of contemplation flashed in his eyes, and his expression unknowingly turned ugly. At this moment, he also realized that there was something wrong with the Qin Clan.
Huo Changxing frowned. His eyes flickered, as if he was deep in thought. After a long while, he suddenly looked at Mo Wen and said, "That thing is not simple. I reckon it will threaten Xiaoyou's safety. Should we stop?"
At this moment, Huo Changxing had to respect Mo Wen's opinion. If he was not here, he would most likely have stepped forward to stop it. That thing was very strange, and it had already exceeded the scope of a normal weapon. Although he also did not know the origin of that thing, it was certainly not simple.
"No need. Just watch," Mo Wen said with a faint smile. His expression did not change and was as calm as usual.
"It's a little risky …" Huo Changxing looked at Mo Wen hesitantly. He did not know why this youth was so confident in Xiaoyou. However, he also understood that only he understood Xiaoyou the best here.
"If there is an accident, I will naturally intervene," Mo Wen said plainly.
Upon hearing this, Huo Changxing did not say anything else. He knew how scary this youth was. In this place, it was most likely that no one would be a match for him.
"Humph, just a bunch of country bumpkins."
The Qin eldest great grandfather sat upright in his seat. His expression was very calm from the start. He naturally felt those gazes that were intentionally or unintentionally looking at the Qin Clan. However, he did not care. So what if those people were suspicious and suspicious? In no time, this place would become his world. Those who submitted to him would prosper, while those who opposed him would perish. (To be continued.)
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