The audience in the Dark Sand Duel Arena cheered when they saw Ling Zimo hurt the sword slave.

"You were the first to hurt me, and as a reward I will smash you with my sword. ”

The sword slave said in a cold tone.

"You don't seem to have the skills. ”

Ling Zimo said-for-tat.

The sword slave shouted angrily and held the stone sword he was carrying behind him in his hand. Like a devouring beast, there was a hint of coldness in his eyes.

"This is the first time I've seen the sword slave use the boulder sword behind him, and this time the diving dragon is about to end. ”

"The sword slave's boulder sword must weigh at least eight hundred catties! ”

"It can provoke the sword slave, this hidden dragon still has some ability. ”

The audience in the Dark Sand Duel Arena saw the sword slave using the boulder sword, and they all looked at the ring with fanatical eyes.

The ancient knife in Ling Zimo's hand shot towards the sword slave like an arrow, and at the same time, a telekinesis controlled the flaming knife to wrap around the sword slave's back.

The sword slave's reaction was very fast, and he lifted the boulder sword to resist Ling Zimo's ancient knife at once. Suddenly turned around and slashed, knocking down Ling Zimo's flaming knife.

Ling Zimo's attack did not stop, and the long white knife in his hand flashed with a cold light.

"At the beginning of the Yuan Dan Realm. ”

When the sword slave approached Ling Zimo, he found that the young man in front of him was actually a powerhouse in the early stage of the Yuan Dan Realm.

The sword slave's heart was extremely surprised, he had never seen such a young Yuan Dan Realm powerhouse.

"No matter how talented you are, coming to this ring will only have one result, and that is death. ”

The sword slave snorted coldly, and the powerful momentum in the middle of the Yuan Dan Realm was released. is also a martial artist in the middle of the Yuan Dan Realm, and the momentum of the sword slave is much higher than Han Yan.

"A sword opens the mountain. ”

The sword slave raised the boulder sword above his head, and the sword body shone with a faint light, as if it had infinite power. Facing the top of Ling Zimo's head, the slave slashed.

"It turned out to be a sword to open the mountain, and this diving dragon must be out of play. ”

"This sword slave used this move to open the mountain with a sword last time, and killed two Silver Order killers at once. ”

"No matter how powerful the hidden dragon is, it is impossible to stop the sword slave from opening the mountain. ”

Once again, a murderous and evil smile appeared on the sword slave's face, and he thought that the young man in front of him would definitely be killed by his own move.

Ling Zimo's whole body burned with a mixed yuan spiritual fire, and instead of retreating, he continued to get close to the sword slave.

"Is this hidden dragon crazy? It's still attacking the sword slave. ”

"The hidden dragon will soon become the sword slave's sword ghost. ”

"This is the end of the myth of the Hidden Dragon. ”

The audience in the Dark Sand Duel Arena was talking with great interest, and some even covered their eyes for fear that the scene would be too bloody.

Ling Zimo's eyes were still extremely calm, his fingers were dancing rapidly, and the Yuan Force around his body was condensing at a speed that was visible to the naked eye.

"Holy Light Seal. ”

A light mark appeared in front of Ling Zimo, blasting away at the sword slave.

The sword slave was too close to Ling Zimo, so when Ling Zimo activated the Holy Light Seal, the sword slave had no time to dodge at all.

The Holy Light Seal is an authentic four-rank martial art, and its power is much greater than the Thirteen Deadly Swords. The sword slave was hit by the Holy Light Seal and was also seriously injured.

"Look, the sword slave has been wounded by the hidden dragon. ”

"What are you panicking about? This situation is only temporary, and the sword slave will definitely not lose to the hidden dragon. ”

"Look! After a while, the sword slave will stand up and slap the dragon to death with a sword. ”

When the enemy is at his weakest, give the enemy the most fatal blow, this is Ling Zimo's consistent principle.

Ling Zimo divided his three thoughts and controlled the three long knives to attack the sword slave from different directions.

The sword slave's eyes were bloodshot, and he stood up with severe pain. Swing the boulder sword in your hand and forcibly block the three long knives in mid-air.

"Look, I'm right! the hidden dragon can hurt the sword slave, it's a complete fluke. ”

"The hidden dragon's telekinesis can't hurt the sword slave at all, and it won't take long for the sword slave's injury to recover. At that time, it will be difficult for the hidden dragon not to die. ”

"The strength of the sword slave is by no means comparable to that of the hidden dragon. ”

Ling Zimo smiled, these three long knives were just to let the sword slave show his flaws, and the real killing move was behind.

The sword slave held the boulder sword with both hands and swept towards Ling Zimo.

The sword slave was a powerhouse in the middle of the Yuan Dan Realm, but just now he was actually injured by Ling Zimo, who was only in the early stage of the Yuan Dan Realm. This made the sword slave angry and angry, and attacked Ling Zimo desperately.

"You're nothing more than that. ”

Ling Zimo's words completely ignited the anger in the sword slave's heart.

"You give me death. ”

The sword slave took a step, carrying the boulder sword and rushing towards Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo held the ancient knife in his hand, and stepped forward to face the sword slave head-on.

"Bang!"

Ling Zimo's ancient knife collided with the sword slave's boulder sword, making a crisp sound.

The power transmitted back from the collision of the swords shook Ling Zimo's arm numb, but he still did not relax. Ling Zimo knew that as long as he had the slightest relaxation, the sword slave's boulder sword would be pressed over.

The Mixed Yuan Spiritual Fire in Ling Zimo's body had the magical power to strengthen the functions of the human body and strengthen the physical body, so Ling Zimo did not have the slightest effort even when facing the sword slave.

"How could Qianlong have such a powerful power, could it be that he has already entered the middle stage of the Yuan Dan Realm. ”

"Impossible, impossible. The hidden dragon is a warrior in the early stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, and the sword slave is a martial artist in the middle of the Yuan Dan Realm. Their martial arts strength is not at the same level at all, and it is impossible to fight against the sword slave with the power of the hidden dragon. ”

"The hidden dragon must have taken some special medicine that can increase its strength, I want to report the hidden dragon. ”

Some people couldn't help but talk about it when they saw the hidden dragon and the sword slave tie.

"What's impossible, I tell you. When the hidden dragon is in the late stage of the Yuanquan Realm, he can defeat the masters in the early stage of the Yuandan Realm. Now that the hidden dragon has entered the early stage of the Yuan Dan Realm, what is so strange about defeating a martial artist in the middle of the Yuan Dan Realm. ”

"What the hidden dragon is best at is cross-level combat, and anything impossible is possible in the hidden dragon. ”

"I think the only person in this Xibi City who can fight with the hidden dragon is Ling Zimo, the genius young master of the Ling family. ”

"Ling Zimo does have some ability, but he must not be the opponent of the hidden dragon. ”

"Hurry up and defeat the sword slave. You're the star of the Dark Sand Arena, you can't be cowardly. ”

Some people who were optimistic about Ling Zimo were extremely excited.

Ling Zimo carried the ancient knife and walked slowly towards the sword slave, his steps were resolute and every step was carried with the determination to win.

The sword slave's face was slightly distorted, and the Yuan Force of his whole body was transferred to his arm. Lifting the boulder sword, he threw it away angrily at Ling Zimo.

Ling Zimo's gaze tightened, and his steps staggered back. The body is like a fallen leaf fluttering in the wind, retreating leisurely.