The leaves fell, and Cao Batian walked towards the swordsman who was repulsed with the snow mark sword in his hand, and when the power of the vast sword technique covered his whole body, a sword intent that was not weaker than this ancient handsome man shot out from Cao Batian's body.

"Buzz!"

The sound of the two swords echoed throughout the grove, but it was clear that the sword in the Ancient Junjie's hand was no match for Cao Batian's Snow Trace Sword, and its voice gradually weakened after a few wails.

There was also a lot of discussion in the team of Gu Junjie, and everyone's eyes were focused on the snow mark sword in Cao Batian's hand.

"The workmanship of this sword does not look like a product of our antiquity!"

In the team of Ancient Junjie, a swordsman who had some research on weapons said in surprise at this time.

"Don't you think that this sword and that man's weapon are a little like death?"

Another ancient Junjie looked at the sword in Cao Batian's hand and said with some doubts.

"That man!"

Gu Junjie, who had some research on weapons, suddenly became a little subtle, it was rumored that the four great sword gods of the God Realm at that time were all defeated by one person, that person had black hair, a tall figure, and the sword he used in his hand was such a sword.

"Interesting, I just wanted to see with my own eyes the body of this sword, how powerful it is, and his soul can even appear in this world!"

The fiery red-haired young man's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said with a smile.

He ...... Could he be the disciple of that Sword God!"

Not only the camp of Gu Junjie, but even the camp of the new students also discussed, they looked at the figure standing proudly in the center of the field in surprise, and suddenly they didn't know who shouted at the beginning: "Come on, fitness disciple, knock down Gu Junjie and make me majestic!"

As soon as this person shouted, the newborn camp began to shout, Lu Ming was set up by a soldier and a stalker in his team, and when he left, he didn't forget to look at Cao Batian in the center of the field, and said, "Come on!"

Cao Batian's sudden appearance made the originally one-sided duel exciting, and some ancient Junjie, who did not belong to the same camp as this swordsman, immediately applauded: "Cut, can you do it, if you can't beat it, don't stand up there!"

The swordsman who was repelled a few steps by Cao Batian's sword was panting at this time The sword intent in his body did not belong to him, it was not easy to stimulate it once, and he didn't expect that there were still people outside the small world who could cultivate the sword intent by themselves, and in addition to being slightly surprised in his heart at the moment, the dignity of a swordsman was also completely stimulated.

"Interesting, little one, let me see how good you are!"

The swordsman straightened the heavy sword in his hand, the divine pattern on his forehead began to become bright, and the sword intent in his body became active with the appearance of a powerful opponent.

"You're no match for me!"

Cao Batian stood in front of the swordsman like a statue holding his sword, and he beckoned to the swordsman with his other hand: "Come on!"

The short two words made the swordsman's heart turbulent, from this point of view, Cao Ba naively had the feeling of a grandmaster, the swordsman's eyes narrowed slightly, and the shackles of the long sword in his hand were constantly unfastened, and with the disappearance of the shackles, the power on the swarthy sword became more powerful.

The Snow Trace Sword behind Cao Batian trembled slightly, he knew that this was a manifestation of the Snow Trace Sword's strong fighting intent, the vast sword technique in Cao Batian's body began to run rapidly, and when a leaf between the two slowly fell, the two of them rushed towards each other with their swords at the same time.

At that moment, the forest was silent, and the ancient swordsman suddenly opened a pair of red wings behind him, and jumped high with the figure of the swordsman.

Cao Batian subconsciously looked up, only to see the dazzling sunlight that made it difficult for him to open his eyes, but there was a faint figure in the sunlight.

"A thousand mountains and birds fly!"

Cao Batian raised his hand and slashed upwards with a sword qi, countless wild goose shadows were transformed by the sword qi, and under a desolate breath, a sword qi that played like the moon slashed towards the swordsman in the sky.

"Blood Clotting Slash!"

The ancient handsome man also let out a loud shout, and the blood-red light on the black sword in his hand surged, slamming into the earth like a blood-colored meteor falling from the sky.

The red meteor and the departing shadow of the goose were like a desolate picture scroll on the desert, Cao Batian suddenly had a hint of enlightenment unconsciously, and seemed to feel the scene that Hua Yunfan saw when he created this set of sword tricks.

"Boom!"

A loud bang exploded over the trees, and with the exclamation of the ancient handsome, his figure flew down from the sky like a kite with a broken string.

"Win?"

There was an exclamation in the camp of the newborns, and everyone saw Cao Batian knock it away with a sword, and the ancient Junjie spat out a mouthful of blood and flew sideways in the air.

The red-haired man shook his head, and some had to look at the men and horses in the group again, and the competitive spirit in his heart was also aroused, and just as he was about to get up from the stone, the swordsman who had fallen in the grass struggled to stand up.

"I haven't lost yet!"

The ancient handsome man gritted his teeth and relied on the sword in his hand to support his body, but the reputation of the swordsman must not be trampled on by a future generation, and he must win this battle.

Cao Batian was just about to turn around and leave, when he heard a voice coming from behind him, he came back to his senses, the blow just now consumed a huge amount, and the formation of such a sword qi was too great for a person of his level, and it was barely possible to cast it, and the possibility of trying to cast it a second time was almost zero.

"Wake up, the sword intent that sleeps in my blood!"

The swordsman's face was blood-red, blood vessels bulged from under his skin, and a blood vessel on his forehead spurted out a blood vessel more than three meters high, and at the same time, a strong sword intent permeated the woods.

This is a genuine true god-level sword intent, and as soon as this sword intent comes out at this time, except for the ancient Junjie, a large number of newborn camps have already knelt down, and the god-level sword intent is not at all something that mortals can bear.

Even the ancient Junjie with their own backgrounds, their faces became flushed, and no one thought that people outside the small world could force an ancient Junjie to this point.

"What a shame!"

Gu Junjie, who was the user of the double axe who was not compatible with this swordsman, said disdainfully, as if he had forgotten the fact that he had been pressed to the ground by Lin Wanjun and rubbed against him, or maybe he had hoped that such a person would appear again and bear these ridicules for him.