The scorching sun is in the sky, hanging high, shining on the whole world.

On the stage of life and death.

A cold and fierce sword wind blew.

Looking at the long sword that slashed at him, the corners of Zhou Tian's mouth flashed with a trace of disdain.

"Touching the ......" Zhou Tian took the black sword out of the sheath, turned into a lonely and pitch-black arc in the air, and greeted it, this series of actions was extremely fast, and the moves were simple and costless, but the ordinary revealed the extraordinary, quite a taste of simplicity.

"Bump." The two swords collided, making a metallic crash. Immediately, the two turned into a black shadow and collided with each other.

"Bumper Bumper ......" The two afterimages on the stage were entangled with each other, making a sonorous sound.

Offstage.

"Hold the grass, this Lu Qing is too special water. It's been a few minutes since the opening. It takes so long to deal with a person who is three small realms lower than himself. A young man with an average appearance wearing a Haoyue military uniform from the outer gate pouted.

"And I haven't won yet." A young man wearing an outer gate Haoyue military uniform with an ordinary appearance mended the sword.

"Hmmm! Moreover, his opponent Zhou Tian was just an ordinary person a month ago. "A cute girl wearing the martial arts uniform of the inner disciple of Haoyue, with big eyes, a small cherry mouth, sweet appearance, and a slender figure, her big eyes sparkled, and she smiled and mended the knife again.

……

On the stage of life and death.

Listening to the audience, everyone's discussions, and listening to everyone's mending knives, Lu Qing, who was fighting, couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth wildly, and almost dropped the cyan long sword in his hand to the ground without shaking his hand, and was stabbed to death by the black sword in front of him.

Nima! The god comments and divine mending knives of the group of melon-eating viewers in the audience are too ruthless.

Every sentence was in the heart and lungs, and Lu Qing couldn't help but want to call the police, uh, no, it should have been stabbed with a mending knife, and he couldn't help but go to the Law Enforcement Hall to organize them to attack his young heart with words.

And Zhou Tian, listening to the discussion of everyone in the audience, looked at Lu Qing's appearance that was sometimes blue, sometimes black, and sometimes purple...... The unpredictable, almost vomiting blood expression, Zhou Tian is so comfortable, it's so cool that it flies.

In the distance, among the more than a dozen True Transmission disciples, the young man dressed in white and holding a sword in both hands was the Cloud Sword.

He saw that Zhou Tian's cultivation was not as good as Lu Qing, but he was on par with Lu Qing, and he couldn't help but pay careful attention to the movements of Zhou Tian's hands.

Suddenly, he seemed to see something, only to see a trace of shock flash in his eyes like black jewels, his handsome face showed emotion, his tone trembled a little, and he seemed to be excited, and said, "This is ......"

Looking at Zhou Tian on the stage, Huang Qing was the woman who was dressed in white and had a fairy-like temperament among the true disciples.

She looked at Zhou Tian's movements on the stage, and there was a hint of shock on her pretty face.

Because, she also uses a sword.

"Huh?" The man in red was named Dongfang Huo.

Dongfang Huo looked at Zhou Tian's movements, and had a feeling of not being able to say anything, like the trajectory of some kind of supreme existence, simple, rough, practical, and hidden in the ordinary, which couldn't help but make him frown.

Because although he saw the weirdness of Zhou Tian's moves, he didn't practice swordsmanship, he wasn't a swordsman, and he didn't understand these things.

"Damn. Shouldn't this guy be a parallel import? How is it so strong! Lu Qing's cyan long sword and Zhou Tian's pitch-black long sword seemed to be two rays of light colliding, emitting a strong sonorous sound.

Suddenly, Zhou Tian's eyes condensed, as if the shadow of a divine sword flashed, and a sharp aura emanated, instantly sweeping the entire life and death platform.

In the distance, Yun Jian suddenly stood up, looked at Zhou Tian, felt the incomparably fierce aura, was dumbfounded, and said in a daze: "This, this, this is ...... Sword Momentum ......"

"In a month, let an ordinary person have sword momentum and grow into a martial artist who is enough to defeat the peak of the late stage of body refining. Elder Lonely, what kind of person are you? "Huang Qing has an extraordinary background, so he naturally knows what Zhou Tian's momentum represents. After the shock, he instantly became curious about the legendary "Dugu Elder".

And after that sword momentum appeared, she knew that Lu Qing's defeat was doomed.

"Sword Momentum...... It turned out to be a sword momentum. On the side, Dongfang couldn't help squinting, a trace of shock and war intent flashed in the depths of his eyes, but his face slowly appeared solemn.

On the stage of life and death.

The wind was howling, and he saw Zhou Tian's black hair dancing wildly, his eyes were dark and bright, but they were extremely cold, he glanced at Lu Qing lightly, and spit out a word in his mouth:

"Defeated."

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Tian's wrist moved, the black sword turned, the direction changed, and towards Lu Qing's façade, it was a split, this move was simple and rude, but it was powerful and heavy, and there was an extraordinary taste in the plainness.

I saw the black sword slashing towards Lu Qing, and that incomparably powerful momentum appeared, enveloping the black sword and blessing the power of the black sword.

After a month of training by Lin Yu, cough cough, it is teaching, although Zhou Tian has only mastered some kendo basics, kendo skin, which belongs to the lowest basic kendo knowledge, but that is also kendo!

The Tao is formless, formless, untouchable, colorless and tasteless, but it is real, fascinating, unstoppable, and even supreme truth.

Although Zhou Tian only controlled the lowest level of sword dao foundation, he had also reached the realm of barely using the sword, which was the sword power.

Many kendo geniuses have been practicing swords for more than ten years, and it is difficult to comprehend the foundation of kendo and the power of the sword.

Potential, relying on a comprehension word, understanding is understanding, not understanding is not understanding.

Therefore, people often say: Ten years of sword training is better than condensing momentum overnight.

In front of the sword momentum, Lu Qing's nine-layer refining body was like an ant, and he could be cut with a wave of his hand.

"Touching ......" The black sword is not big or wide, with an inexplicable power, it is extremely powerful, but it is like a majestic mountain and falls down, Lu Qing's eyes flashed a trace of shock and panic, and he hurriedly and subconsciously blocked with the cyan long sword in his hand.

"When, poof."

The black sword slashed on the green sword, and a huge force struck, Lu Qing used his true qi to resist it as best he could, his cultivation was higher than Zhou Tian, but he still couldn't resist it.

I saw Lu Qing's hand holding the sword shake, the green sword fell to the ground, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth, and the bright red blood crossed the air like a red and bright rainbow, forming a poignant parabola.

As a result, the winner and the loser, have been divided.

"You're defeated." Zhou Tian looked coldly at Lu Qing lying on the ground and said coldly.

"Why ......," Lu Qing asked.

He didn't understand that a month ago Zhou Tian was just an ant that he could pinch to death. Unexpectedly, a month later, a 13-year-old kid who had only been cultivating for a month was actually even more powerful than him, a young man who had been cultivating for more than ten years. What puzzled Lu Qing the most was why the swordsmanship that he had always been proud of was even weaker in front of Zhou Tian.

As an outer disciple, Lu Qing didn't know that Zhou Tian was using sword momentum, the cornerstone of opening the gate of the legendary sword.

"You use swordsmanship, but I control swordsmanship."

One sentence says it all, and the essence is exhausted.

The law is for the technique.

The Tao is formless, colorless, tasteless, untouchable with hands, invisible with eyes, but real, leading people to explore and can't stop.

"I ......"

There was no long pretending speech, nor was there any snorting and showing off, but Zhou Tian's words made Lu Qing's face stiffen and become pale.

Hearing this, the originally noisy and lively audience also became silent, and people all showed their thoughts.

In the distance, Yun Jian, Huang Qing, Dongfang Fire ...... Waiting for more than a dozen True Transmission disciples to think a little.

"Okay, you, you can die." Zhou Tiandao.

When Zhou Tian raised his sword, a voice came: "Leave people under the sword......"

"Puff......" Zhou Tian ignored the voice, and slashed down with a black sword in his hand, blood splattered the dragon, and the blood fell like snowflakes.