Originally, the title of Sword God was an innate grandmaster who had comprehended sword intent for decades, but in the face of Huang Jikang, his face was a little ugly.

"Elder Wang is really unlucky!" The grandmasters who had been awarded the title looked at the old man on the stage with a sympathetic gaze.

At the beginning, this sword god title was also snatched from the hands of a kendo senior, and at that time, he was also an arrogant man who specialized in kendo.

But now, I have met Huang Jikang, who is a genius in the world, which is simply sad.

Wang Wei naturally understood, he held the sword in his hand and looked at Huang Jikang.

"Everyone in the world calls you the Tianjiao of the world, the future kendo leader of China. Wang Wei's voice was slightly deep, "Even if it is me, I will not be your opponent, but this long sword in my hand wants to touch the edge of this current world, the pinnacle of the future kendo of the future." ”

After Wang Wei said this, the scene was slightly silent for a few seconds.

"Yes!"

A titled grandmaster shouted, "Even if it is the world's pride, even if we are old and immortal, we will not be timid and not fight!"

"My generation of warriors, why not be afraid of a battle! Even if you lose, you will still be honored despite defeat!"

The scene suddenly became a little boiling, and everyone's eyes seemed to be infected by Wang Wei's tenacious and unyielding determination, and even Wang Wei's momentum faintly became sharp.

Airplanes!

Suddenly, a sword roared, and the slowly falling Qingfeng in front of Huang Jikang suddenly flashed, and the bright sword light was like extremely cold ice, instantly shaking away the boiling noise around him.

Wang Wei's face couldn't help but change slightly, and his face was full of solemnity.

He took a deep breath, even though he knew it was a battle that was going to be lost.

But if you lose, you won't be disappointed, and it is already commendable that Yijie can sustain a blow in the hands of the great grandmaster.

He took out his sword, like a strong dragon, and his figure was as fast as a tiger and leopard, and he came straight towards Huang Jikang.

Wang Wei knew very well that Huang Jikang had entered the realm of a great grandmaster, and if he hesitated for half a point, he would have no chance of half a point, and he would only lose more embarrassingly.

Facing Wang Wei, who is like a tiger and a leopard, Huang Jikang is as calm as a mountain and does not move.

Until that ray of edge approached, Huang Jikang's body shook slightly.

In an instant, Huang Jikang's figure appeared behind Wang Wei.

Wang Wei's figure has been completely presented in front of everyone's eyes, the long sword is pointed directly, but the body is stiff and still.

After looking closely, everyone was shocked to find that several bloody eyes had appeared on Wang Wei's body.

The bloody eye was less like a wound and more like a scabbard.

Huang Jikang's sword was still the same as before, as if it had never moved, only a wisp of sword light slowly overflowed from between the scabbard and the blade.

Wang Wei's body paused slightly, and his face was full of bitterness: "The name of Tianjiao is well-deserved, old and decayed...... I'm ashamed!"

If Huang Jikang's sword was directly unsheathed in this confrontation, then he would now have at least one deep visible bone wound on his body, and the blood was scattered, not just a few bloody eyes wounded by the scabbard.

Wang Wei's defeated heart was convinced, and Cangmai's face was full of loss.

Everyone gasped, "This is the strength of the world's Tianjiao?"

"This is the Grand Master?"

Everyone was shocked in their hearts, and for a moment, they didn't even see how Huang Jikang attacked, as if he hadn't moved at all.

"The title of the Sword God has been decided!"

"It's the Sword God - Huang Jikang!"

Someone came to announce, and then someone else came on.

There are winners and losers against each other, and these powerhouses who have won the title have been tempered by thousands of tempers, and their strength is by no means comparable to that of ordinary innate grandmasters.

The winner will win the title, and the loser will disperse.

"Muyang!"

Suddenly, a high-pitched voice rang out.

Mu Yang looked at the stage lightly, but found that an old man was already standing on it, arrogant.

Even, there was a faint trace of disdain and contempt in the old man's eyes.

"Muyang, what an unfamiliar name!"

Many Innate Grandmasters couldn't help but be stunned, it was the first time they had heard this name.

In their surprised eyes, Mu Yang raised his legs and walked into the ring step by step.

"Why are you so young?"

Many Titled Grandmasters were even more stunned and looked at Mu Yang in surprise.

"Entering the innate at such a young age, how come this person has never heard of it!" said a congenital doubt.

It was Li Gang on the stage, his eyes were slightly gloomy.

He remembered the information he had seen before, and he couldn't help but feel a little angry in his heart.

A huge piece of information, there are only two simple words? The realm of strength, where the ancestral home is, and where the teacher is located, are all empty?

This made Li Gang very unhappy, especially after seeing Mu Yang so young, he was even more sure of his thoughts.

It is estimated that the descendants of which family came here to sharpen their martial arts, and he happened to be the stepping stone of this young man.

If you are any titled grandmaster, I am afraid that you will hide your anger, but there are few titled powerhouses who will think so much, but unfortunately, Li Gang is the kind of person who has an extra tendon in his brain.

Mu Yang stood on the stage, feeling a little inexplicable about the other party's anger, but he didn't care.

I saw the old man on the other side snort coldly, and said proudly: "Title Emperor Wu, Xihua Li Gang!"

"Sujiang Muyang!" Muyang slowly spit out three words.

"The name of Emperor Wu is not something that a fledgling kid like you can occupy, I advise you to be honest, it is better to retire obediently, so as not to suffer from flesh and skin!" After reporting his name, Li Gang did not do anything, but his face was cold.

"This old guy's temper is still as big as ever!" There was a grandmaster secretly screaming on the side, "I don't know how that young man named Mu Yang offended him?"

"New hatred and old grudges can't be explained!" someone shook their heads, there are many people in this who have gaps, and they are not surprised.

A faint cold glow flashed in the depths of Mu Yang's eyes, "Noisy old man!"

"What are you talking about?" Li Gang was even more angry, and his old face instantly turned red, "Little cub, you don't know whether to live or die!"

Mu Yang's eyes lit up slightly, "I don't know if I'm alive or dead?"

He smiled lightly, "It's just a title war, I didn't want to hurt anyone, since you're like this, don't blame me!"

"With you being an ordinary man, you are also worthy of being called Emperor Wu?

Li Gangqi's lungs were about to explode, and his eyes were instantly bloodshot.

"Lao Tzu is not worthy?" Li Gang laughed instead of anger, and said: "Then are you worthy? Just a fledgling boy, don't think that if you have a family to support you, you can be unscrupulous!"

Muyang only felt inexplicable, why do I need someone to support me?

I am who I am, a different firework from this world!

"Foolish!"

He only said four words, and immediately, his body moved suddenly.

In the face of this kind of stupid person who doesn't know what to say, he has never been willing to talk more.

Only took one step, and then, Mu Yang's figure seemed to freeze.

That's an afterimage!

"What?" Li Gang's expression changed suddenly, and a strong crisis rose in his heart.

In an instant, a young man with an indifferent face seemed to appear in front of him, and then, a pain pierced his heart came from his old face.

Syllable!

A slap landed directly on Li Gang's old face, almost fanning out half of his teeth.

Before everyone could react, they suddenly found that Martial Emperor Li Gang actually flew out of the field directly, half of his face had been blurred by the flesh and blood of the fan, and he hit a metal wall in the distance with a loud bang.

The audience suddenly became as silent as death, Mu Yang stood quietly on the stage, and glanced indifferently at Li Gang, who did not know life and death.

With his hands in his pockets, he stood proudly, but everyone looked shocked.