In an instant, the scene suddenly fell into calm, and everyone looked at Jian Wuya with horror on their faces.

Everyone had watched him for so long, and all they remembered was his grandmaster-like imposingness, his bland dress, and his sharp eyes.

However, no one noticed the sword hanging from his waist!

He's a swordsman, and his sword kills people more than gunfire, but no one notices his sword?

If it's a duel, and this sword suddenly strikes, who can dodge?

Everyone was suddenly frightened again, the strength of the sword was more terrifying than expected, and he was able to cover the edge of the sword with his personal characteristics.

is worthy of being the head of the Nine Great Pavilion Masters, a man known as the Chinese Sword God.

However, the moment the man held the sword, he frowned, and his tone was quite stiff: "Senior, where is your sword!"

He sensed it with all his might, but he couldn't sense where Yiliu's sword was hidden.

As we all know, a clear flow from the neon sword school, he was stubborn when he was a child, and felt that the use of a knife is far less elegant than the use of a sword, so he created his own sword Zhai, and integrated the essence of a knife flow into the way of the sword, so as to achieve supreme achievement.

In essence, his swordsmanship is similar to that of a sword, and the core is to kill the enemy with a sword.

And the most important thing in the flow of a knife is the "hidden sword style", first hide the sword, and strike it out at a critical moment.

The sword path of Jian Wuyan also imitated this technique, so he restrained his sword momentum just now, and no one discovered the existence of the sword at his waist.

Now, Jian Wuya couldn't even find a clear sword, and he knew that he had fallen into the upper hand in this battle.

The other Eight Pavilion Masters were also secretly shocked, and they remembered that when Yi Qingliu defeated him, he used an ordinary iron sword.

And now his sword is gone?

"Young man, as I said before, your strength is very strong. ”

Yiqingliu's hands naturally drooped, and the wide sleeves were windless, "So, in order to respect your strength, I decided not to use a sword." ”

The people at the scene were inexplicable, but Jian Wuya's face changed drastically: "What! You have reached that realm!"

Yiqingliu didn't speak, and the wide sleeves flew faster and faster, as if a wild beast was hiding inside.

A cold sweat flowed from Jian Wuya's forehead, staring at the other party tightly and not daring to make a move.

"Young man, it doesn't make sense for you to say so much to me. However, I want to tell you that I came to Huaxia this time for the Night Emperor. ”

Jian Wuya's heart was numb, the hand holding the sword was bruised, and a hideous look appeared on his face: "Your heart attack technique is ineffective against me!"

Yi Qingliu said to himself: "How can a master like the Night Emperor be easily killed by me? In order to adjust the state to the peak, your Nine Great Martial Arts Halls, are my whetstones. ”

As soon as these words came out, the audience was shocked.

It turned out that Yiqingliu challenged the Nine Great Martial Arts Halls, but he was just practicing his hands?

How capable was the Night Emperor to make the Sword God so important!

In the stands, the defeated Eight Great Martial Arts Pavilion Masters had a colorless face, and said angrily: "The old devil is really hateful!"

"The sword is boundless, defeat the old devil and let him know what the price is for no one in his eyes!"

Although he lost to a clear stream, many museum owners were very unconvinced.

The other party is true, but it's too ungraceful to insult people like this, right?

Jian Wuya was also very angry, he was actually used as a whetstone?

"I'm a Juggernaut!"

An irrepressible anger surged into his heart, and Jian Wuya drew his sword with a hideous face.

The name of the Sword Saint was not in vain, at that moment, a lightning bolt slashed through the ring of the martial arts hall, and the gorgeous, colorful, and sharp sword intent carried the power of heaven, making everyone's hearts tremble.

However, Yiqingliu's expression has not changed, and he is still so indifferent and casual.

The lightning bolt struck at an indescribable speed, clearing the arm platform, the middle finger and the thumb were touched, and then flicked lightly.

Rumble!

A thumb-thick ball of light, colliding with lightning, erupted into an earth-shattering explosion.

The entire martial arts hall shook because of the explosion, and then gunpowder smoke filled the center of the explosion, and it instantly enveloped the ring.

In the stands, everyone was in shock for a long time.

Thunder and lightning again, and explosions roaring, this duel has far exceeded the imagination of countless people.

Is this Nima a sci-fi blockbuster!

I don't know how long it took, the smoke slowly cleared, the ring reappeared, and the scene on it fell into the eyes of everyone.

Yiqingliu still stood there steadily, his face was flat, his body was straight, and he was not affected by the explosion.

And Jian Wuyan was lying on the ground with blood spilling from the corner of his mouth, and there was a thumb-thick blood hole on his shoulder, and the clothes next to the blood hole were curled into charred black as if they had been burned......

He lay there weakly, his face as white as paper, his chest rose and fell very little, and he looked very weak and had no power to resist at all.

"Shhh

Everyone gasped, their eyes bulging in disbelief.

Huaxia Sword Master actually lost?

A legend has fallen?

"I lost. ”

Jian Wuyan's voice was very weak, and it also hid great sadness: "Mr. has reached the realm of 'I am a sword and turn qi into reality', and I have not lost unjustly." ”

As soon as these words came out, the face of the Eight Great Pavilion Masters turned pale, it turned out that the neon old ghost swordsmanship had reached the sky! It didn't matter if there was a sword or not, because his person was a sword!

"You're so powerful, you can barely beat me who I used to be. ”

Yi Qingliu rarely revealed Xiao Suo: "Now, my sword intent has been condensed to the peak, and it's time to fight to the death with the Night Emperor." ”

By this time, people's moods were numb with shock.

Why are you so awesome, and you are still so jealous of the Night Emperor?

Is that guy a man or a god?

In order to save face, Jian Wuya reluctantly smiled: "Mr. is already in this realm, no matter how powerful the Night Emperor is, he can't win against you." ”

This is not a compliment, nor is it an excuse for failure, as a person who learns swords, he knows how terrifying the realm of a clear stream is.

Such a person, it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a monster, no matter how powerful the Night Emperor is, there is no possibility of winning.

Yiqingliu said: "I'm also curious, can the person who killed my son be as powerful as I thought." ”

Under the gaze of thousands of people, he felt in his pocket for a while, and actually took out a ...... Cell phone?

"What's the situation?"

Just finished a shocking battle, and then took out a mobile phone?

An even stranger thing happened, Yiqingliu actually dialed a number and pressed the speakerphone.

On the phone, a somewhat lazy voice came out: "Hey, who is it?"

"I, a clear stream. ”

The voice of a clear stream was very flat, but the people present could clearly feel the incomparable chill.

"You're hitting the wrong person!"

After the person on the phone finished speaking, he muttered a sentence of "neurosis", and then hung up the phone with a snap.

The waiting prompt of "Di Di Di" sounded, and the Eight Great Pavilion Masters were blinded, the sword was blinded, everyone was blinded, and even Yi Qingliu himself was blinded.

The neon generation of sword gods was actually hung up by someone?

(End of chapter)