Chapter 807: Golden Dragon of the Earth Veins, Semi-Emperor Soldier!

When Song Guangqi heard Qin Cang's words, he was stunned at first, and then he raised his head and burst into wild and unbridled laughter. The laughter seemed to be able to break through the sky, shaking the surrounding air and causing ripples.

"Hahaha, Qin Cang, you only advanced a few days earlier than me, and you're still talking to me about your background? Are you crazy?"

He laughed and pointed at Qin Cang, with no disguising the mockery on his face. It was as if he was looking at an ignorant fool.

"I repeat, give half of the supplies you have to us, and we will forgive each other and keep our distance from each other from now on. Otherwise, your ranking in the Xukun Genius Tournament will be frozen here!"

Song Guangqi took a step forward, his momentum was fierce, his voice was as loud as a bell, and it carried an unquestionable arrogance.

His eyes were fixed on Qin Cang, with greed and ferocity flashing in them, and he looked like a vicious wolf staring at his prey.

"Humph, I haven't even thought about you yet, but you've already thought about me? Song Guangqi, who gave you the courage to be so arrogant?"

Qin Cang snorted coldly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, outlining a hint of contempt.

He folded his hands across his chest, his eyes full of disdain. He treated Song Guangqi's threat as if it were a gust of insignificant wind and did not take it seriously at all.

The two men's strengths were almost the same, and the number of people in their teams was almost the same. In their hearts, neither of them thought that they were weaker than the other.

At this moment, they were like two lions confronting each other. Neither of them was willing to bow his head first, and neither of them wanted to lose even half a point in this contest of momentum.

The worst that could happen is they would fight to the death and eliminate the opponent. In this fierce fighting atmosphere, their eyes were burning with a raging desire to fight.

"Since you are so stubborn, don't blame me for being ruthless! Let's fight!"

Song Guangqi roared, his voice like thunder, shaking the surrounding sand and rocks.

He swung his arm violently, and a black iron spear instantly appeared in his hand.

The spear was long and straight, emitting a dark and shiny luster. It vibrated slightly and emitted a low and dull buzzing sound, as if an ancient giant beast was roaring softly, full of deterrence.

There was a faint light flowing on the surface, mysterious and dangerous. The light was like an undercurrent in the deep sea, hiding endless murderous intent.

The tip of the spear is extremely sharp, flashing with cold light. The sharp tip of the spear seems to be able to tear through space easily. The edge of the gun body is also unusually sharp. With a slight wave, one can feel a sharp breath coming towards you. It is definitely a magical weapon with astonishing power.

Song Guangqi took a step forward with a spear in his hand. His steps seemed casual, but they carried an indomitable momentum, as if there was no obstacle ahead that could stop him.

The moment his footsteps landed, his figure suddenly disappeared from the spot, so fast that people could not catch it with their eyes, leaving only a faint afterimage.

The air around him seemed to be torn apart by his speed, making a hissing sound.

Seeing this, Qin Cang's pupils suddenly contracted violently, as if they were being pulled by an invisible force.

At the same moment Song Guangqi's figure disappeared, he retreated without hesitation, as agile as a cheetah.

His feet tapped quickly on the ground, and every tap caused a spatial ripple in the void.

Almost as soon as he stepped back, the black spear suddenly appeared like a black lightning, and the tip of the spear pierced the place where Qin Cang's head was just now with incredible precision.

If he had reacted a moment slower, the shot would have accurately blown his head off, and blood would have splattered on the spot.

The sharp tip of the gun flashed a cold light in the air, making people shudder.

Qin Cang felt a chill in his heart, and his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

This Song Guangqi is indeed worthy of his reputation and his strength is unfathomable. In the previous test fight, the opponent obviously had not used his full strength. It was this shot that truly demonstrated his terrifying strength.

He became secretly alert, knowing that the upcoming battle would be extremely difficult.

"Huh, that's interesting!"

Qin Cang snorted coldly, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, he was filled with a burning fighting spirit.

There was a flash of light in his hand, and a sword appeared out of thin air. As soon as the sword appeared, it let out a loud dragon roar, which shook the whole area.

Then, a khaki flying dragon roared out from the blade. The dragon's body coiled and swirled, emitting a rich khaki light all around it, like flowing magma, emitting a hot breath.

The flying dragon kept circling around Qin Cang, the dragon roar was endless, and its powerful power made the surrounding space slightly distorted.

Every time a dragon roars, it seems to be declaring its majesty and power to the world.

This sword has an extraordinary origin.

Back then, Qin Cang took great pains to refine this sword.

He expended a great deal of resources and went through untold hardships before he finally asked the elders of the sect to help him kill a golden dragon from the underground veins.

Moreover, this golden dragon in the earth vein is no ordinary existence. It has reached the realm of Immortal Emperor and its strength is extremely terrifying.

Qin Cang used all the bones of this Immortal Emperor-level golden dragon to refine the weapon. He then went to great lengths to extract the dragon soul of the golden dragon and integrated it into the blade, becoming the sword soul.

Only when he has completely refined the sword will he be able to perfectly control the dragon soul and unleash its full power.

Such luxurious refining materials and such a complicated refining process show how precious and extraordinary this sword is. This sword embodies Qin Cang's hard work and expectations, and also carries a thrilling past.

Qin Cang held a sword in his hand, his eyes as sharp as an eagle. He suddenly turned his head and looked at a space beside him. His gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the void and see through everything.

Without any hesitation, he raised his arms high, and chopped down fiercely with the sword in his hand with endless power.

In an instant, a strong khaki light burst out from the blade. The light was as dazzling as the sun. The sword energy was so powerful and domineering that it seemed to tear the whole world apart.

There was a sharp whistling sound in the air, as if the space was groaning in pain under this powerful sword energy.

And the dragon soul also roared, and rushed towards that space like a cannonball.

The knife came with such force and speed that it seemed to cut the boundaries of time and space.

Song Guangqi, who was originally hiding in this void, was forced to have nowhere to hide by this fierce attack and had to show up.

He tightly grasped the black iron spear in both hands, and his immortal power surged like boiling river water.

He brandished his spear, and the shadows of the spear were heavy, bursting out with dazzling light, as brilliant as fireworks.

These lights intertwined together to form a solid defensive barrier, which blocked the sword energy that Qin Cang chopped out.

Where the gun and the sword collided, a series of crisp sounds were emitted, like dense drum beats, shocking the heart.

"Ow!"

At this moment, the dragon soul of the golden dragon from the underground vein roared deafeningly and rushed in front of Song Guangqi like a meteor.

This golden dragon in the earth vein was a genuine Immortal Emperor-level powerhouse when he was alive. Even though he is now dead and has turned into a sword spirit, the pressure of the Immortal Emperor still exists, and it is so strong that it is suffocating.

Among those who have not yet become emperors, how many people can resist the pressure of this Immortal Emperor?

Song Guangqi only felt a huge invisible pressure pressing down on him like a tidal wave, making his chest stuffy, breathing difficult, and he grimaced in discomfort.

There was a look of pain on his face, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead, but he was extremely proud inside, and had a stubborn spirit that refused to admit defeat in his bones. How could he just sit there and wait to die?

"Heavenly Wolf Swallowing the Moon Style!"

Song Guangqi roared to the sky, his voice hoarse, filled with indomitable spirit and fighting spirit.

He swung the black iron spear in his hand, his immortal power surged, and the spear light flashed.

With his full strength, an extremely huge and ferocious hungry wolf condensed at the tip of the gun.

The hungry wolf exuded a cold blue light all over its body, its eyes flashed with bloodthirsty light, and it opened its bloody mouth as if it wanted to swallow the entire moon. Its momentum was extremely terrifying.

It exuded a cold aura, and wherever it went, the air seemed to be frozen.

The hungry wolf soared into the sky with an unstoppable momentum and collided fiercely with the huge golden dragon soul of the earth vein.

In an instant, there was a deafening roar, as if the whole world was shaking.

The two forces intertwined and devoured each other, and the place where they collided was filled with light, forming a huge energy vortex.

For a moment, the surrounding space was shattered by this powerful force, as if glass was cracking.

Space cracks spread across the void like hideous scars.

But in the end, the Soul of the Golden Dragon of the Earth Vein was superior. With the powerful pressure of the Immortal Emperor and tremendous strength, it completely tore the ferocious hungry wolf into pieces.

The shattered shadow of the hungry wolf turned into specks of blue light and dissipated into the air.

Song Guangqi was under tremendous pressure at this time.

Although the opponent's weapon is not yet an ultimate imperial weapon, it is already a semi-imperial weapon and possesses the pressure of an immortal emperor.

The uniqueness of this sword lies in that the blade is made from the bones of an underground golden dragon and is integrated with the dragon soul. It is almost equivalent to Qin Cang commanding an underground golden dragon of the Immortal Emperor level to fight for him.

Facing this semi-imperial weapon, Song Guangqi did not dare to slack off at all. He danced the spear in his hand with great force. The spear light flashed like a scorching sun, bursting out with one blazing spear light after another, and fought with the soul of the golden dragon of the earth vein.

Although the pressure of the Immortal Emperor emanating from the golden dragon of the earth veins was not complete, just a wisp of it made Song Guangqi feel extremely exhausted, and every time he resisted it seemed as if he had exhausted all his strength.

His arms were shaking slightly due to the long-term high-intensity resistance, but he still gritted his teeth and persisted, with the fighting spirit in his eyes undiminished.

Qin Cang held the sword in his hand and laughed heartily.

He wielded the heavy and sharp sword, and every chopped blow carried a tremendous force. The blade flashed as if it was going to split the void.

With each swing of the blade, a loud dragon roar sounded, as if cheering him on. The dragon roar and the sword light intertwined to form a shocking picture.

"boom!"

The knife hit Song Guangqi's spear heavily.

The enormous force was like a raging torrent that instantly submerged Song Guangqi.

He only felt an overwhelming force coming from the spear, which made his hands numb, his knuckles cracked, and blood slowly flowed down the spear.

His body also involuntarily retreated again and again, his steps staggering, leaving deep footprints on the ground. Each footprint was deeply sunken into the ground, showing the power of this force.

"Hahaha, Song Guangqi, I told you long ago that you are no match for me, why are you still being stubborn? You want to steal my supplies? Don't you even consider your own worth?"

Qin Cang looked at the embarrassed Song Guangqi and laughed triumphantly, his laughter full of sarcasm and mockery, as if announcing his victory to everyone.

He smiled and pointed at Song Guangqi, his face full of pride.

Song Guangqi's face flushed red, his eyes filled with resentment and anger, he shouted: "Isn't it just relying on the semi-emperor weapon in your hand? If you give up that weapon, you will be worth less than a leg hair in my eyes!"

His voice became a little hoarse because of anger, and the muscles on his face twitched slightly. It was obvious that he was very angry about Qin Cang's words.

He clenched his fists tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulged, and the anger in his heart burned fiercely.

Being looked down upon by Song Guangqi, Qin Cang was not angry, but smiled even more proudly: "So what? Why don't you use the Half-Emperor Weapon? Is it because you don't have it, or do you simply don't like it?"

As he spoke, he waved the sword in his hand, and the dragon soul on the sword roared along with it, as if it was responding to his words and showing its own strength.

Possessing a half-emperor weapon is his chance and also part of his strength.

In this life-and-death battle, how could he give up his own advantages and fight to the death with the opponent for the sake of so-called fairness?

With such a powerful semi-imperial weapon, he naturally wants to make the best use of it.

He thought to himself, with a smug smile on his face.

Song Guangqi's face was so gloomy that it seemed as if water could drip out of it. If this continued, not only would he be unable to snatch supplies from Qin Cang, he might also suffer a crushing defeat.

Failure to snatch supplies is not a big deal, but he led his team to attack with great fanfare. If we retreat now and escape from the battlefield, how can we have the face to survive in the Xu Kun Genius War in the future?

Wouldn't that make people laugh? The more he thought about it, the more unwilling he felt, and the humiliation in his heart surged like a tide.

"Go away! It's not too late to leave now!"

Qin Cang saw Song Guangqi's inner entanglement and struggle at the moment, and couldn't help but mock him.

The harsh sound was like a sharp needle, piercing Song Guangqi's heart.

His tone was full of contempt, as if he was driving away an insignificant ant.

The veins on Song Guangqi's forehead bulged, like earthworms wriggling.

His strength was not weaker than Qin Cang's. The reason why Qin Cang was able to defeat him was simply because he had the advantage of weapons.

If he just quit like this, wouldn't he be laughed at by Qin Cang for the rest of his life?

Thinking of this, Song Guangqi felt a surge of resolute courage in his heart. He absolutely could not give in so easily. A hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

"Qin Cang, it's still unknown who will win or lose, and I haven't used all my strength yet. Isn't it too early for you to be happy now?"

Song Guangqi gritted his teeth and spoke word by word, with a determined light flashing in his eyes, as if announcing to Qin Cang that this battle was far from over.

As he roared, his expression became more frantic and ferocious, and the immortal power in his body was like boiling water, bursting out uncontrollably. A powerful aura lingered outside his body, shaking the surrounding void.