"The name of my sword three, in the cultivation world, no one knows, no one knows, you kid, you don't know me...... Oh, I understand, you don't belong to the Qinchuan Continent, so naturally you won't know my name, and I don't blame you. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info "Kensan suddenly realized.

"I've heard of the name of the Phantom Sword Sect, it is said that the people in it are all perverts and madmen who cultivate swords, but the name of Jian San, I really haven't heard of it, by the way, is your name called what?"

Zhao Bing did know the name of the Phantom Sword Sect, and in the memory inheritance of the Dragon Lord, there was an introduction to the sect.

The Phantom Sword Sect, in the Qinchuan Continent, is definitely a super-first-class sect, the sect has countless geniuses who cultivate the sword, the dragon master confesses, when you encounter the people of the Phantom Sword Sect, you must be careful to deal with it, although these people are proud, they are all extraordinary, and the sect has a rich heritage, which is naturally not comparable to ordinary casual cultivation.

The man who called himself Jian San immediately said: "The reason why I am called Jian San, of course, is because--the kid is really cunning, in the Qinchuan Continent, everyone knows why I am called Jian San, but here, it is a secret, how can I tell you, I will ask you again, either surrender or die, have you made a good choice?" ”

Zhao Bing took a breath, nodded, and said: "It's a good choice, you people, come here, just to plunder resources, although I don't think I'm your opponent, but defending the land and defending the country is my duty, my family has ancestral training, if you want to die, you have to die on the way to charge, then come to fight, I also want to see it, you Qinchuan Continent sword cultivation is powerful!" ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhao Bing didn't dare to lose the opportunity, and as soon as he moved, the dragon blood sword floated in his head.

The sword body returned to normal, glowing with a faint golden light, but it was bright red, with dark red blood beads, slowly flowing on the sword body, faintly exuding a murderous aura.

This dragon blood sword, which was originally much longer, was sacrificed by the dragon lord, but now it is much shorter, and it has no hilt, so it stands to reason that it is difficult for ordinary people to recognize it.

But what made Zhao Bing depressed was that Jian San actually recognized the origin of this sword at a glance.

Jian San's eyes widened, and he exclaimed, "Dragon Blood Sword? ”

Zhao Bing was a little speechless, so he could only nod.

Jian San's eyes were full of greed, but his expression was a little serious, and he said tentatively: "Who is your master?" Could it be that the dragon drinks blood? Otherwise, how can this sword be in your hands? ”

"He is not my master, but I have obtained some of his inheritance, and you are also a sword cultivator, since you know that this is the sword of the dragon senior, either you should go back, otherwise, it will not be good to hurt you." Zhao Bing hurriedly said.

Although Zhao Bing has only just practiced, Zhenyuan is actually very strong, and his vision is not bad, just at a glance, he knows that the sword three in front of him is much stronger than that Wei Wuji, such an opponent, if he can not fight, he will not fight, if he really fights, he is not sure at all.

It's just that Jian San can be easily intimidated, and sneered: "If the dragon drinks blood and comes in person, I will be a little jealous, but even if you get his inheritance, I don't care about it, seeing that you are still young, where can you really understand the essence of swordsmanship, but you, it is better to dedicate this sword to me, if you get it, it is also a tyrannical thing, put it in my hands, I will definitely make it unusual, and create more legends in the mainland!" ”

Zhao Bing couldn't cry or laugh, shook his head and said: "It is already my natal spirit sword, if you take it, then I don't have only one way to die?" Come on, fight if you want to! ”

"Okay, since you want to seek death, then there is nothing to do, for the sake of the dragon blood sword, I let you die under my Qinghong second sword, which can be regarded as worthy of the dragon drinking blood!"

As soon as Jian San's voice fell, the two text messages behind him came out of the sheath.

Sure enough, it's Qinghong Second Sword!

One green, one rainbow, two short swords broke through the air and shot out, but they were not aimed at Zhao Bing, but rushed into the endless void, only to see that the clouds were broken, the sword qi was like a rainbow, and the two waves of blue and red qi were monstrous, straight up to the clouds.

Suddenly, the sky was full of sword qi, Zhao Bing's feet shattered instantly, the ground was like a spider's web, spreading countless gaps, and Zhao Bing's feet had already sunk into the ground.

Immediately afterwards, two long rainbows flew from the sky and shot towards Zhao Bing, and from a distance, it felt like two mountains, smashed from a high altitude.

The sword intent is tyrannical, there is no skill to speak of, and it is directly a hard-fought battle.

Jian San is a well-known swordsman in the Qinchuan Continent, in just a few hundred years, he has cultivated to an extremely high realm, and in the mainland, he is also a top master who can rank in the top ten, although on the way to teleportation, let his true yuan be halved, but this sword intent still has infinite power.

It's just that Jian San obviously felt the sharp decrease in the true yuan at this time, and frowned slightly, as if he was not particularly satisfied with this sword.

But thinking that Zhao Bing was only in his twenties, even if he started learning swords from his mother's womb, even if he got the inheritance of dragon drinking blood, he would definitely not be able to withstand such a violent sword qi, and he was relieved.

At this moment, the dragon blood sword above Zhao Bing's head seemed to be stimulated.

The sword spirit in the dragon blood sword is the dragon drinking blood, the latter has a lifetime and rarely loses, he is the monk closest to the realm of divine concealment, and is naturally the first swordsman in the mainland.

In the face of Jian San's sword intent, the dragon blood sword seemed to have been provoked and humiliated, and trembled, its trembling frequency was extremely high, and it made a buzzing sound, which made Zhao Bing's eardrums a little painful, and then, a dragon groan faintly came.

Zhao Bing had no way to retreat at this time, he could only control the true yuan in the Divine Mansion, desperately surging towards the dragon blood sword, and suddenly, the sword body was bright, emitting a demonic red light, the red light was dazzling, and an even more violent sword intent rushed to the sky.

Jian San's face changed greatly, he could feel how wonderful the sword intent of the dragon blood sword was, although the sword did not move, but the sword intent was already there.

The dragon blood sword broke through the sky and faced the two blue rainbow two swords in the sky.

With a click, the green sword was broken in two, and the rainbow sword was forcibly withdrawn by Jian San, a stream of blood spurted out, and Jian San's body trembled slightly.

With just one sword, he was not lightly injured, but he was also ruthless, and while the dragon blood sword was still in the air, he pointed towards Zhao Bing.

His movements were very gentle, as if ordinary people were pointing somewhere at random, but at the cuffs, a black light flashed, and a piercing sharp sound sounded in the air, and a small black sword instantly stabbed Zhao Bing's forehead.

The reason why Jian San is called Jian San is because he has a total of three swords, and the third sword, that is, this black sword, is his natal magic sword, in the Qinchuan Continent, everyone will guard against his hand, but here, it has a surprising effect.

Zhao Bing didn't expect that Jian San would have a sword at all, at this moment, he suddenly understood why the other party was called Jian San, the black sword was extremely black, and the sword body exuded bursts of yin qi, which was coming in an instant.

There was no time to dodge, Zhao Bing could only twist his body strongly, only to feel a pain in his left shoulder, the small sword passed through his left shoulder, leaving a black blood hole, blood flowed out, and immediately became black, a breath of yin qi quickly drilled into Zhao Bing's body, circulating in the meridians, and rushed towards the Divine Mansion.

Zhao Bing's body trembled strongly, he felt the power of this yin qi, but he couldn't do anything, he could only move his heart, and the dragon blood sword flew back like lightning, knocking the small black sword behind him that was about to pierce into his vest.

The black little sword sank into the sleeve of the sword body and entered his body, but Jian San took a few steps back, his face was pale, he felt that the natal little sword was almost dim, and he was mortally traumatized, he was in pain, and immediately sat down cross-legged, exercised his breath, and couldn't care about Zhao Bing anymore.

The dragon blood sword was not summoned, it seemed to be psychic, entering Zhao Bing's divine mansion, waiting in the distant void sky, the yin qi just entered, it was destroyed by the dragon blood sword, and it could only retreat to the meridians.

But at this time, the dragon blood sword turned into a pure energy, followed closely behind, chasing after it step by step, like a small red dragon that had shrunk countless times, and as soon as it caught the yin qi, it swallowed it in one gulp.

This process, for Zhao Bing, was extremely painful, his body kept trembling, and after glancing at Jian San not far away, he had to give up the idea of sneak attack, and also sat down cross-legged, and began to exercise and breathe.

The outcome of a battle is related to many factors.

In the first encounter, it seemed that Zhao Bing had the upper hand.

But at this time, he did not have the strength to strike again, so the battle had to stop.

Both sides are pranayama, and what will happen is going to be an even more intense battle.

But Zhao Bing's heart kept falling.

Because he found a very fatal problem.

Although the dragon blood sword successfully devoured that yin qi, now it was like a person who had eaten too much, returned to Zhao Bing's divine mansion, turned into a sword, and then lay quietly in the center of that round of sun, as if it was recuperating.

But the problem is that Zhao Bing can clearly perceive that the Dragon Blood Sword seems to have lost something.

He knew that it was the sword spirit that began to sleep, or rather, that the dragon was drinking blood and was now beginning to sleep.

This is not because of the injury, according to the cultivation of the dragon drinking blood, although this sword three is claimed to be the most genius sword cultivation in the mainland in the past two hundred years, it is still not enough to cause harm to him.

There is only one reason that really puts him to sleep, and that is the yin qi.

Maybe it's really a big supplement, which can be seen from the strength of the dragon blood sword desperately devouring.

But if you make up too much, you will be too full, and you will fall asleep.

The dragon blood sword without the sword spirit is still an amazing spirit sword treasure, but for Zhao Bing, it has lost its most powerful helper or backer.

The reason why he was able to win two games in a row was entirely because of the help of the sword spirit, and at this time, the sword spirit was asleep, how could he defeat the enemy.

His face was pale, and he smiled bitterly in his heart.

Zhao Bing couldn't do anything.

But he is not a man who is ready to die.

Even if you want to die, you need to die on the battlefield of the charge, and you need to fight to the best of your ability.

There is no shame in dying in battle.

How to subdue?

Zhao Bing was eager to think about countermeasures.

Jian San was not lightly injured, he didn't know the condition of Zhao Bing's body, and his heart also sank.

The power of the dragon blood sword, he can be regarded as having seen it.

As a sword cultivator, he had a unique vision, and he could see at a glance that it was the sword spirit of the Dragon Blood Sword that caused his fiasco.

He didn't know why this sword spirit was so powerful, but he was very jealous.

Even his most secret third sword failed to kill Zhao Bing, but it was the Yin Qi that had been cultivated for many years that was devoured by the opponent's sword spirit.

The natal sword has been irreparably wounded, and it will take decades to recover, to say the least.

So how do you win?

At this time, he no longer had the arrogance he had before, and only thought about how to save his life.

It's ridiculous to think about.

The two of them actually thought about the same question.