"In the second battle, it was him again. ”

"I'm betting on him for the time being. ”

"I don't know who his opponent is in the second battle?"

In the underground arena, on the light mask, a desert world appeared.

The moment the desert appeared, a young man in a silver mask appeared at the same time, and when he saw this young man, countless strong people in the underground arena were surprised, and the voices of discussion were endless.

Soon, in the desert, an overwhelming sword intent descended.

The sword intent swept through the yellow sand, and the entire desert trembled.

At the same time, a ray of sword light burst through the air.

I saw a young man with a long sword in his hand appear in the desert.

Youth, with an incomparable sword intent.

The overwhelming sword intent just now emanated from him.

The whole person is almost a sword in one.

"Ling Jian. ”

"It's Ling Jian. ”

"It's exciting. ”

"Ling Jian, will you kill that silver-masked boy with one sword? ”

"I don't know if Ling Jian will come out with a sword this time. ”

The underground arena has nearly 100,000 spectators.

Seeing the appearance of young people, they were all shocked.

The entire arena is full of Ling Jian's name, in the underground arena, Ling Jian is simply a miracle, invincible at the same level, and even in many ring battles, he killed the opponent without even coming out of the sword.

"Ling Jian~"

"Ling Jian~"

"Ling Jian~"

The cheers continued.

Countless Tianjiao are like seeing their idols.

There was adoration and reverence in his eyes.

At this moment, the countless powerhouses who were originally ready to bet on the silver-masked boy did not hesitate to choose again, pressing a larger number on Ling Jian's body.

Because, in their eyes.

Ling Jian was able to bring them great wealth and absolute victory.

Even, they all guessed that Ling Jian would kill the silver-masked boy without using his sword.

In other words, Ling Jian was able to kill the silver-masked boy with one sword, just like the silver-masked boy in the previous battle killed the blood-slaughter with one sword.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, do you think it is possible for him to defeat Ling Jian?"

Yan Bo turned his head and looked at the silent spirit on the side.

Ask the Silent Spirit.

Because, all the while, the Silent Spirit did not show any signs of concern.

Could it be that Her Royal Highness the Princess has confidence in this seemingly ordinary and ordinary young man, or that Her Royal Highness the Princess does not care about the life or death of this young man, and she can't help but be curious.

"Yan Bo will know it by looking at it. ”

A smile appeared on the Silence's face.

She is captivating the country and the city, and her smile is like a spring breeze.

If it was other powerhouses, or if it was above the fifth level of the Creation Realm, she would still be worried about Lin Ye, but as long as the opponent's cultivation did not reach the fifth level of the Creation Realm, she would not have the slightest worry.

After speaking, Meimu looked at the picture above the light mask.

"You shouldn't be in the ring. ”

Ling Jian's cold voice sounded.

The voice was as cold as the sword in his hand.

The whole person, the sword intent is awe-inspiring, like a divine sword standing proudly between heaven and earth.

With him as the center, within a radius of several miles, there was an incomparable sword intent.

Moreover, the sword intent is becoming more and more domineering and strong.

The yellow sand of the desert is surging, and the killing intent is cold.

"You use a sword. ”

"It's a pity. ”

Lin Ye said lightly, the whole person was very bland.

There wasn't even the slightest emotional fluctuation.

With his hands behind his back, he walked towards Ling Jian step by step, strolling as if he was in his own back garden, directly ignoring Ling Jian's sword intent.

Seventy percent sword intent, domineering and unparalleled.

If other strong people face such sword intent, the sword intent alone can seriously injure the opponent.

"Boom~"

Seventy percent of the sword intent.

Encounter seventy percent of the knife intent.

Sword intent sword intent impact.

A sound of destruction erupted from the space, and the yellow sand flew wildly.

Hey~

Ling Jian's body shook and took a step back.

When he saw Lin Ye moving forward as always, without being affected in the slightest, the whole person couldn't help but be surprised, the same artistic conception of seventy percent, but he was crushed by Lin Ye.

Suddenly, the expression on his face changed.

At this moment, without hesitation, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, and a sword slashed towards the forest.

In an instant, the heavens and the earth changed color.

Unparalleled sword intent, unparalleled sword light.

Piercing through the space, it blasted towards the woods.

This sword is like a flying immortal outside the sky, peerless.

At the same time, the power of the holy weapon on the long sword distorted the space, fused with the sword, and the power skyrocketed several times.

"The ultimate knife. ”

Lin Ye's divine thought moved, and the Tianyan Holy Sword had already appeared in his hand.

The Heavenly Flame Holy Knife slashed out with a wave.

The ultimate knife, this is the real ultimate.

An existence beyond the ninefold.

Suddenly, the power of the holy weapon merged with the incomparable sword, and it blasted towards Ling Jian's sword, and at this moment, on this desert, two worlds appeared.

A world of swords, full of sword intent.

A world of swords, full of awe-inspiring sword intent.

The sword is the king of a hundred soldiers.

The knife is the tyrant of a hundred soldiers.

At this moment, the two super demons, with seventy percent of the artistic conception, cut out the sword and the sword.

This battle is a duel between swords and swords.

Bang~

Click~

Sneer~

Space, cracked.

Heaven and earth, twisted.

The sword and the sword constantly collided.

For a while, there was no distinction between up and down.

Nearly 100,000 strong people watched the battle in the underground arena, and at this moment, they all held their breath, their eyes were firmly fixed on the light mask, and their hearts were shocked, this is the battle between geniuses and strong people.

I didn't expect that the silver-masked boy would be so powerful that he could fight with Ling Jian.

"Your Highness the Princess. ”

"You know this friend, it's really amazing. ”

"What are your chances of him winning?"

Yan Bo's heart was shocked.

It was only at this time that he understood that the seemingly ordinary and ordinary human boy was a real super demon, and Her Royal Highness the princess really had a good eye.

Being able to fight with Ling Jian without distinction, this kind of character is absolutely demonic.

"In this world. ”

"No one knows the sword better than him. ”

Silence didn't say anything about Lin Ye's victory.

But he said a very weighty sentence, if it weren't for Yan Bo knowing that Her Royal Highness the princess would not lie, he wouldn't believe what the Silent Spirit said, because Lin Ye was now using a knife instead of a sword.

His opponent is a super kendo demon.

said that a genius with a knife was a kendo demon, he naturally didn't believe it.

Rumble~

Above the desert, a roar finally stopped.

Endless dust and swords in the sword.

A figure walked out.

The silver-masked, thin-skinned boy was the first to walk out of the center of destruction.

Seeing this scene, the faces of the strong men watching the battle in the underground arena were shocked.

Because, the silver-masked boy did not have the slightest scar on his body, the whole person was light and calm, with a confident smile on the corner of his mouth, and his hands behind his back.

Walking around is like walking in your own back garden.

Puff~

After the silver-masked boy walked out.

At the center of destruction, a blood-spurting sound rang out.

After the dust and sand fell and the sword dissipated, Ling Jian's figure appeared in the sight of all the strong men.

It's just that Ling Jian's situation at the moment is not good, very bad.

I saw that the long sword in Ling Jian's hand was on the ground, and the whole person did not fall down because of the support of the long sword, the expression on his face was full of disbelief and unwillingness, and the corners of his mouth were constantly overflowing with blood.

The whole body was full of scars, and there was no intact place.