The violent sword intent was uncontrollably released from Nangong Yuheng's body, that kind of momentum was so wanton, so arrogant and violent, as if there were no rules in this world that could restrain his sword path, and no force could make him stop the release of this momentum. ￥f，

This is a kind of momentum unique to a kendo powerhouse, and in terms of kendo artistic conception, Nangong Yuheng, like Murong, has successfully entered the ranks of the sword emperor level.

At such a young age, they became a powerful being at the level of the Sword Emperor, no matter what era they put in, Nangong Yuheng and Murong are already enough to become the pride of leading an era and become the pride of heaven that has been recorded in history.

Of course, even in the current era of cultivation, when the atmosphere of heaven is full of talents, Murong and Nangong Yuheng can still become the pride of the heavens, and they are still enough to be recorded in the history of the cultivation world.

Such a violent momentum was wantonly unleashed, and in the audience, many of those young people were already trembling by the coercion of the Supreme Sword Dao, and they didn't know who they were, and they knelt on the ground with a thud.

The realm of the Sword Emperor has generated the supreme sword intent coercion, making all the people surrender under the emperor-level momentum, surrender and worship, and the momentum of the emperor-level realm is even more domineering and arrogant.

Soon, those weak cultivators in the field all knelt on the ground, at this moment, their pride had been trampled under Nangong Yuheng's feet, in comparison, no matter what kind of family background these young people had, what kind of rich resources they had, and what kind of genius talents, but in the actual realm, they were still too far behind Nangong Yuheng.

At this moment, Nangong Yuheng is the real leader in this group of young people.

In the field, only Situ Qingfeng, Zhao Zilong, Tang Shiyi and God Tu stood quietly.

It's just that Tang Shiyi and Tu Shen were standing behind Zhao Zilong, both of them were already sweating profusely on their foreheads, and the terrifying sword intent coercion from the realm of Nangong Yuheng Sword Emperor still had a strong oppressive power for the two of them, after all, the two of them were still in the late stage of the invincible realm, and there was a big gap between them and Nangong Yuheng.

It's just that the two of them still didn't kneel, it wasn't that Zhao Zilong stood in front of them and helped them resist the oppression of the supreme sword intent, but in the midst of the scene, the two of them had extremely tough personalities, in Zhao Zilong's words, the man has gold under his knees, kneeling to the sky and kneeling down to his parents, and they will definitely not kneel when they still have the ability to resist.

The only ones who really didn't move were Zhao Zilong and Situ Qingfeng.

Situ Qingfeng glanced at Nangong Yuheng in surprise, thinking that he was the object that the lord had brought with him for guidance recently, so he acquiesced to his actions today and stepped aside. Perhaps, the lord also wants him to fight with this Zhao Zilong.

It is true that a decent young man is needed to suppress Zhao Zilong's arrogance.

As Situ Qingfeng retreated, a violent momentum suddenly rose into the sky, unscrupulous.

This momentum came from Zhao Zilong, under the pressure of Nangong Yuheng's terrifying sword intent, the momentum that erupted from his body was like a broken bamboo, wantonly vertical and horizontal in this suppressed space, and he broke through the coercion of the sword momentum cage formed by Nangong Yuheng's sword dao artistic conception very chic and casual.

"You couldn't trap me back then, let alone now?"

Zhao Zilong looked at Nangong Yuheng, and said calmly: "I heard that the Youdu invaded the Qingyun Sword Sect, you fought with the Heavenly Evil on a par, since that battle, the world said that among the young people in the world, I, Zhao Zilong, have long been left behind by the two of you, and it is difficult to beat the horse." Today, I just want to tell the world a cruel truth. ”

When Zhao Zilong's momentum erupted wildly, Nangong Yuheng realized that the momentum he released seemed to be torn apart by a huge balloon, and his breath disappeared in an instant, and he could no longer bulge, his heart was shocked, and he was speechless in shock.

At this moment, Zhao Zilong's words came into his ears, which made Nangong Yuheng only feel extremely harsh, and he was completely angry.

The person in front of him had defeated him by leaping the level, and today, he thought that he could completely erase the scar that the other party left on his Dao heart back then, but he didn't want the opponent to be the Wuxia Amon of the day.

Today's battle is bound to win, if you lose again in the hands of this person, your cultivation heart will suffer a heavy blow, and it is really unpredictable whether you can climb the peak again in the future.

"In today's battle, I will defeat you!" Nangong Yuheng drew his sword, and the momentum of the sword path filled the void again, more real than before, and more powerful and terrifying.

However, at this moment, Zhao Zilong moved, he stood there quietly before, like a virgin, but when he moved at this moment, he was more agile and faster than taking off the rabbit.

A dazzling knife light flashed, Zhao Zilong had an extra knife in his hand, and the green knife slashed out with a resolute momentum, shattering the void, ignoring the power and restraint between heaven and earth, like a wild horse that has escaped from the reins, running wildly.

This knife came from Jin Tianwolf's sword.

After this knife was slashed, the violent momentum seemed to appear in everyone's hearts silently. This momentum does not seem to invade people's bodies from the outside world, but spontaneously occurs from the depths of people's hearts, and it is pervasive.

Nangong Yuheng also gave birth to a deep fear in the depths of his heart, and a sharp steel knife hung in his heart, piercing his heart. Then, he saw a knife in front of him, an ordinary knife that didn't seem to have the slightest true yuan fluctuation and sword momentum.

However, seeing this knife, Nangong Yuheng seemed to see the call of death, and he saw death!

Nangong Yuheng didn't know how to describe Zhao Zilong's sword, as if he couldn't describe his strongest sword. In the face of this sword, he didn't know what to do at all, but the instinct of his body, the powerful sword dao momentum condensed in his body, took the initiative to make the best choice, and he stabbed out a sword.

This sword is a trick that Nangong Yuheng has never stabbed before, and it has not been the gorgeous tricks of the past, but it has become real, but it is incomparable.

"Bang!"

A deafening and violent impact sound spread, the breath of heaven and earth was raging, the breath of the sword was crazy, the sharp popping sound kept coming, and many screams were resounding throughout the audience.

Those boys, more than a dozen people were injured by the fragments of energy that overflowed after the collision of the sword, and the blood flowed everywhere, and one of them even covered his lower abdomen, the blood flowed wildly, and his eyes were closed, and he fainted directly.

There were many holes in the elongated Bentley luxury car, as if it had been pierced through the body by a sharp bullet, and it was full of devastation.

As soon as the wind was calm, Zhao Zilong stood quietly in the field, with a little surprise on his face, but the green knife in his hand had been hidden by him.

Nangong Yuheng was on the ground twenty meters away, his whole body was slightly bent, the long sword pointed obliquely at the ground, blood flowed down from above, and the other hand pressed against his chest, and after a while, he slowly raised his head, and when he looked at Zhao Zilong, there was only horror in his eyes!

"You're good to catch my knife!" Zhao Zilong looked at Nangong Yuheng and praised it.

As everyone knows, how hurtful he is.

Such words, such a tone, is like a senior master commenting on a junior in the rivers and lakes, and that kind of lofty posture is enough to make Nangong Yuheng angry to death.

Nangong Yuheng naturally had his arrogance, so he really opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of thick blood.

Zhao Zilong looked at the other party shamelessly, and said with an innocent face: "What I said is true." "Actually, what he said is indeed true, after he comprehended the mystery of Jin Tianwolf's sword, he stepped into the realm of the Sword Emperor, coupled with the special combat power of his invincible hegemonic body, although he didn't use all his strength just now, but among the opponents of the same level, there is no one who can catch his knife.

Nangong Yuheng caught it, which really shocked Zhao Zilong, so he sincerely praised the other party for being good.

It's just that his words are really hurtful.

Tell the truth, it hurts!

After Nangong Yuheng spurted out a mouthful of blood, listening to Zhao Zilong's words again, he seemed much calmer. He remembered what Uncle Xiao said: Your talent is not lower than him, but you are not as lucky as him, God favored him, and the creation that came to him was something that no one could envy.

"I can be proud of the fact that I can not die under your sword." Nangong Yuheng actually grinned, he thought of the dazed feeling when facing that knife before, but in the end, it was a sword to meet it, breaking the killing of that knife, and surviving. Now calm down and recall, Nangong Yuheng found that he was deficient in his kendo.

If Nangong Yuheng was fainted by Zhao Zilong's words, or immersed in the pain and blow of defeat, he would not have thought of the sword he sent at the last moment, and he would not have achieved his strength in the future. Of course, this is a later story, so I won't mention it for the time being.

"I'm losing, convinced!" Nangong Yuheng looked at Zhao Zilong, and after saying the last sentence, he slowly turned around with the sword in his hand and left.

Zhao Zilong looked at the back of Nangong Yuheng leaving, a flash of brilliance flashed in his eyes, he suddenly had respect, this mentality of not being ashamed of defeat is worth learning.

However, Zhao Zilong did not put too much thought on Nangong Yuheng, Nangong Yuheng's appearance was just a small episode of his visit to Australia this time, and his main goal was to see Helian Batian.

Looking around, the group of Second Ancestors finally shut up completely and fell silent. When Zhao Zilong knocked Helian Lan out at a glance and defeated Nangong Yuheng with a single sword, who would dare to go against this ruthless and decisive guy?

Zhao Zilong was also very satisfied with these young people who had quieted down, grinned, strode towards the ancient castle in front, and said a word that made the hearts of those second ancestors extremely painful.

"Sister Rongruo, my brother is here!"

When the figures of Zhao Zilong and the three of them disappeared, a roar finally broke out in the crowd: "Bastard, this guy, it is definitely on purpose!" ”

"We must not let him succeed like this, Miss, it is our future, and we must not let this guy succeed!"

"Yes, we must prevent the tragedy from happening."

For a while, this group of young people came alive again, they could tolerate Zhao Zilong's arrogance, but they absolutely couldn't tolerate Zhao Zilong abducting the goddess in their hearts, and they couldn't let Zhao Zilong take away this great foundation in vain.

In the distance, in the castle-like building, in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, a beautiful woman in a long white dress stood quietly, and the qiē that happened hundreds of meters away did not escape her charming eyes.

"What a shameless boy, my daughter of Qin Xian'er, is it so easy to get started?" The woman in white snorted coldly and turned to leave.