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Chen Qing's eyes became cold. He could feel the aura of death from this lance, as if this lance had experienced a battle on the battlefield and had killed countless soldiers. The tip of the lance was covered in blood, and it was this blood that gave birth to this lance's killing intent.
This "Lance of Broken Armies" was a true weapon of the battlefield. Cheng Qing could easily sense that this lance was of an extraordinary origin, and its rank was definitely not low either. It was even higher than Lin Xin's twin blades "Zhiyan".
The pike shot out like a dragon, and before the edge of the pike, numerous pike shadows condensed, thrusting towards Chen Qing's face. Each pike shadow had an incomparably sharp aura, and each pike had the power to kill.
Cheng Qing felt the pressure, an unprecedented pressure that neither Wu Nanshan nor the elder of the Wei clan had given him. He brandished the Heaven Lake Sword and met the lance, and his expression immediately changed.
Every time the two clashed, Cheng Qing felt that the lance shadows would slam onto the Heaven Lake Sword. The opponent had only made one attack, but its power was able to combine several blows, causing the hand holding the sword to tremble slightly.
As a result, in order to block the lance's attack, Cheng Qing had to use all his strength. Under the impenetrable lance's shadow, Cheng Qing's agile movements had no room to play any longer. As a result, the range of his movement became smaller and smaller, and he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.
Seeing that Cheng Qing was no longer as nimble as before and was forced into a corner by her, she couldn't help but laugh out loud, "Little brat, if you can't hold on any longer, don't force yourself. Elder sister will accept your surrender."
"Oh," Cheng Qing said apologetically when he saw Zhao E's complacent expression. "Sorry, I was distracted, but I just remembered something."
"What did you say?!" Zhao E's face darkened.
"I say, lances aren't what you use." A look of regret appeared on Cheng Qing's face. He wasn't feeling sorry for Zhao E's brow, but for that lance. It was as if he had seen a bright pearl covered in dust.
"You're courting death!" Zhao E's face was as cold as frost. She gritted her teeth and increased her attack, vowing to kill Cheng Qing with her lance.
Chen Qing sighed, and with a sudden shake of his wrist, the Heaven Lake Sword let out a loud sword hum, he cut apart the lance with his sword, and with another step, he blocked the attack with his second sword, and with a low shout, the green light on the Heaven Lake Sword expanded, and suddenly slashed down!
"Let me teach you how to use the lance!"
Chen Qing's eyes were solemn. The Heaven Lake Sword carried a boundless might as it cleaved down onto the lance. With a clang, the lance shot out, but he took the opportunity to strike again, "Breaking Army, Third Lance!"
Using the sword as a lance, he twisted his arm, and the Heaven Lake Sword flew out of his hand. Like a flood dragon entering the sea, it fiercely stabbed towards Zhao Mo's brow.
Zhao E's face changed and her eyes were filled with shock. She could feel that Cheng Qing's aura had suddenly increased, as if he was filled with great ambition. The Heaven Lake Sword that hadn't been able to display its power for a long time now was fierce and actually had the aura of a golden spear!
In her heart, she knew that Cheng Qing's attack was definitely not a simple one. Zhao Huaimei did not hold back in her cultivation, and her Heaven Lake Sword was extremely fast. She only had enough time to lift it up to block.
A huge vortex suddenly appeared in front of the Heaven Lake Sword, bringing up a hurricane. A huge force passed through the long spear and passed from the Heaven Lake Sword to Zhao Li's arm.