Jian Wuji slaughtered at Su Dong, and with a wave of his hand, a sword qi was split!

Although it was just a casual split, the spiritual power of the sword qi made most of the disciples of the Divine Wind Swift Fortune Sect change their faces.

"I'm afraid that under a sword, it will be split in half, right?"

"Sword Wuji is too strong!"

They all felt that they couldn't take that sword qi.

In the face of the flying sword qi, Su Dong did not dodge or dodge, and shouted: "Fengyun Fist!"

Su Dong threw a punch like lightning!

Fengyun Fist, the basic combat skill of the Divine Wind Speed Movement Sect, can be cultivated when it reaches the second grade.

But after all, Fengyun Fist is the lowest-level combat skill, suitable for the battle between second-grade qi refining, and used to resist the attacks of the third-grade true master realm, which is a little weak.

Really!

Su Dong's punching style, although it was very powerful, was smashed the moment it came into contact with Jian Wuji's sword qi!

The sword qi continued to kill, and Su Dong fired his fists together, which was worthy of shattering the sword qi.

The inferiority in combat skills makes an attack with the same level of spiritual power require three times the consumption to offset Jian Wuji's attack!

Under the face, Su Dong was already at a disadvantage.

In an instant, the two approached.

Jian Wuji's sword stabbed at Su Dong's vital point, Su Dong dodged dangerously, but he couldn't completely avoid it, and within a few seconds, his body was colored.

"Lao Tzu has not practiced his combat skills well, and his experience in dealing with the enemy is not as good as Jian Wuji, if he goes on like this, he will be consumed to death!" Su Dong knew that he was not Jian Wuji's opponent, and he was always considered a nouveau riche ranks, not as good as those Tianjiao who had been practicing and fighting since childhood!

Su Dong relied on the system to rise strongly, and when he faced the enemy, the defects were exposed, and the danger was everywhere!

After a while, more than a dozen cuts were pierced by Jian Wuji, like a bloody man.

At this scene, all the people who watched the Kamikaze Speed Movement Sect were silent.

Elder Ge Feng and Bai Yan squinted, and they noticed that something was wrong.

The two glanced at each other slightly, and Ge Feng said in a low voice, "Elder Bai, Su Dong's recovery ability seems to be a little different?"

"That's right, his sword wound is healing!" Bai Yan's face was solemn, "This kid, is it that weird recovery ability?"

"That's it, it's still going to be defeated!"

"Jian Wuji, I haven't made a big move yet!"

The two exchanged in a low voice, quite amazed at Su Dong's recovery ability.

"Could it be that the terrifying breadth of his meridians brings him a powerful recovery ability?"

"It's possible, I've read some ancient books, and it is rumored that there are ancient great monks who have extremely weak mental power, but they rely on their strong strength to enter the Dao in the flesh and become a strong person in the Extreme Dao!"

Spiritual power is the manifestation of comprehension. Only those who have good comprehension can cultivate spiritual power.

"There are also some great monks who are very weak in the flesh and have relied on their spiritual strength to be strong and have entered the extreme path of spiritual power. It's just that 10,000 years ago, the Extreme Dao declined, and both physical and spiritual power were emphasized, becoming the mainstream of the cultivation world. ”

The two exchanged some ancient secrets.

In the center of the square, Su Dong had more sword wounds on his body, and there were a few cuts on his face, and the whole person looked hideous and pitiful.

"Throw in the towel!"

After all, he was Bai Yan's sworn brother, and Jian Wuji didn't want to offend too much. He hoped that Su Dong would admit defeat as soon as possible and end this meaningless battle.

That's right, it's just pointless.

At the beginning, Jian Wuji still attached great importance to this competition. But he slowly saw that Su Dong had almost zero experience in combat, and the combat skills he cultivated were only the most basic Fengyun Fist method of the Divine Wind Speed Movement Sect. If it weren't for the cultivation to the late stage of the third grade, such a monk would not have looked at Jian Wuji.

At this moment, Su Dong is a typical empty body of true yuan, but he can't exert his combat power, and he can press him to fight in the late stage of any three-grade period.

Su Dong was beaten very badly.

But he wasn't flustered.

As the battle continued, he took dozens of swords and found a few flaws in the sword Wuji sword moves!

Seeing that there were more and more sword wounds on Su Dong's body, and some of them were even as deep as bones, the disciples of the Divine Wind Speed Movement Sect present were a little worried.

"Su Dong's combat experience is too weak......"

"Yes, that guy took the initiative to fight, and I thought he had some big moves. ”

"Shameful, don't look at it, leave!"

Some of the disciples began to withdraw.

People's hearts are changeable, and those who cheered for Su Dong before can begin to despise Su Dong in the blink of an eye.

If Su Dong wins, and wins glory for the Kamikaze Rapid Fortune Sect, everyone will cheer for Su Dong; if Su Dong loses, he loses so humiliatingly, and he has no power to fight back, who is willing to cheer for him?

It's that realistic.

The battle continues.

Su Dong fought with blood all over his body, and he completely found the flaws in Jian Wuji's sword moves!

Right now!

Jian Wuji slashed diagonally, Su Dong's eyes narrowed suddenly, his body dodged the sword, he shook his fist violently, pinpointed the flaw, crossed Jian Wuji's defensive sword net, and smashed fiercely on Jian Wuji's face.

The black fist that has been stored for a long time is wrapped in the majestic true yuan!

Jian Wuji was knocked out by that punch, and half of his face was shattered.

This scene made the disciples of the Divine Wind Rapid Movement Sect who had not yet left applauded, and the grievances in their hearts weakened a lot.

But it was just a punch that broke through Jian Wuji's sword light, and the price was a bloody body, how many times could Su Dong hit Jian Wuji?

No one has confidence in Su Dong.

"You're looking for death!" Jian Wuji was furious, almost going crazy!

He got up, and the strong air currents around his body whirled and swirled, and the vast True Yuan merged into the sword. The sword flew into the air, and the surging spiritual power caused the sword body to tremble.

A look of solemnity appeared on Bai Yan and Ge Feng's faces.

Sword Wuji is the six-rank combat skill of the Sword Sect - the Eighty-One Sword of Demon Swinging!

Eighty-one swords of demon swinging, cultivated to the greatest completion, can condense ninety-nine eighty-one sword qi, and the power is incomparable!

The current Sect Master of the Imperial Sword Sect relied on the Demon Sword Technique to kill the famous among the six pins of the King of Qingzhou!

The flying sword in front of Jian Wuji absorbed all the spiritual power in Jian Wuji's body and turned into nine swords!

Originally, with the cultivation of the early stage of the foundation of the Sword Wuji Four Grades, he was able to send out eighteen swords. But he self-styled and cultivated, and he didn't unlock it at the moment, so he could only turn into nine swords.

Nine swords, it is enough to kill!

Jian Wuji knew that Ge Feng and Bai Yan would come to the rescue of Su Dong, but they would not take the liberty of interrupting the battle until the dust had settled.

"Cut off that bastard's limbs, and the purpose of the trip will be accomplished!"

......

"Have you finally made a big move?" Su Dong's expression was slightly cold, and he burst out loud:

"Big bricks!"

In the blink of an eye, Su Dong's whole body was emptied, and his entire body seemed to become shriveled.

A hundred-foot-square brick, as if born from the sky, appeared in the sky above the square. The bricks are black and gray, condensed like substance, with terrifying coercion. The disciples below the late stage of the Third Rank True Master of the Divine Wind Swift Movement Sect were under that coercion, their bodies were terrified, and their faces were full of horror.

The second-grade cultivator was directly pressed to the ground, and even his breathing became difficult!

"The power of the six-rank combat technique!" Bai Yan's eyes were surprised, "This little guy has actually cultivated a six-rank combat technique!"

"Feeling the power of its oppression, among the six-rank combat skills, it is also top-notch, definitely stronger than the Sword Wuji's Eighty-One Demon Sword!" Ge Feng's face was shocked.

Song Qingshan was one of the very few people who could still resist the coercion and keep standing, feeling the pressure of Su Dong's combat skills, he was dumbfounded, and an unreal feeling appeared in his heart, "Su Dong, is it really so strong?"

The rest of the core disciples of the Divine Wind Swift Movement Sect, including the only senior brother of the Flying Sword Team who had broken through the foundation of the four grades, spoke one after another:

"Six-grade combat skills!"

"There is only one Divine Wind Swift Movement Sect in the entire Divine Wind Sect!"

"Only the Sect Master and the three elders can cultivate! The rest of the people don't have that qualification. ”

"He was still the lowest level monk before, where did he get the six-rank combat technique?

"Looking at the speed at which he condenses his combat skills, isn't it true that the six-rank combat skills have all been cultivated to perfection?"

Su Dong brought them a great shock.

With six-grade combat skills and cultivating six-grade combat skills, it is even more surprising than Su Dong's promotion to the late stage of third-grade true masters. After all, there are more than a dozen disciples in the Divine Wind Rapid Movement Sect in the third-rank stage, and the sixth-rank combat skills are not obtained!

"How can his combat skills condensed and shaped so strangely?"

"Seems to be a brick?"

Seeing clearly the coercive condensation in the sky, everyone almost fainted, this Nima's, six-grade combat skills, can you be serious?

"Senior Brother Su shouted out the three words of big bricks just now......"

"Isn't this terrifying six-grade combat skill, it's called a big brick?"

"Is the name serious?"

......

The aftermath of the large bricks had already caused many disciples of the Divine Wind Swift Movement Sect to fall to the ground.

Jian Wuji faced the coercion of the large bricks, bleeding from his mouth and nose. He even felt like his whole body was about to burst!

In an instant, the seal of cultivation in his body was spontaneously shattered, and the breath of the early stage of the foundation building of the four grades diffused.

"Sword Wuji violated!"

"He broke the seal!"

"He has recovered the strength of the four-grade foundation building, which is not fair!"

The disciples of the Divine Wind Swift Movement Sect hated Jian Wuji and yelled in the direction of Elder Ge Feng, demanding that Elder Ge Feng uphold justice.

"His seal was unsealed in a state of self-preservation, no wonder he was. Ge Feng hesitated whether to save Su Dong.

Against the foundation of the fourth grade, Su Dong has no possibility of winning. Even if his big brick combat skills are very strong, but Jian Wuji's four-rank strength plus the Demon Swinging Sword is not a vegetarian!

Bai Yan waved his hand, "Don't be impatient, Jian Wuji has not drawn the power of the fourth-grade foundation, and his nine swords are still the true yuan of the third-grade true master in the later stage." This guy is a character, he will become a first-class powerhouse in Qingzhou one day!"

Even at this time, Jian Wuji didn't really take the initiative to violate the rules, which was appreciated by Bai Yan.

But what about Jian Wuji?

He felt the rupture of the seal in his body, and his face suddenly turned gray!

"I'm defeated......" Jian Wuji was dejected, muttering to himself, his eyes were sad.

"Su Dong, I'm defeated!" Jian Wuji yelled at Su Dong, "But I'm not willing to end like this, my nine swords have only absorbed the true yuan of the late stage of the third grade, do you dare to take it?"

Su Dong has no hatred for Jian Wuji in his heart, such a proud and stubborn person who adheres to the rules, it is difficult to hate him anymore.

"My big bricks are going to smash you to pieces!" Su Dong's shriveled body exuded a momentum that looked down on the world, "Fighting at the same level, the master will not lose!"

"Then fight!"

"Fight!" Su Dong controlled the large brick and quickly smashed it towards Jian Wuji.

Jian Wuji smiled cruelly, and shouted in his mouth: "Kill!"

Woohoo!

The nine sword lights made a crisp sound of breaking through the air, killing Su Dong.

When the big brick fell, the size became smaller and smaller, and when it hit Jian Wuji's head, it was only the size of a grinding disc, but the power was doubled!

Nine flying swords, Su Dong is unavoidable!

The big brick locks on Jian Wuji, and Jian Wuji's body can't move the slightest, so he can only carry it hard!

Everyone stared intently, and the victory or defeat was at this moment!