"Challenge me?"

Looking at Gu Daoyi in front of him, Wang Ting was slightly surprised in his heart.

Unexpectedly, one day, he would become the target of the other party's challenge.

It's just that......

The challenger in front of him obviously doesn't know what it means to respect the opponent.

"Wang Ting, this Ancient Dao Yi is acting in such a style, and ...... Standing behind him was Gu Jianhua, one of the four great elders of the Tianque Gate, and our Li family couldn't afford to offend ......"

Li Huazhang glanced at Wang Ting apologetically.

The Supreme Elder of Tianque Sect, each of them, is a peerless figure of the Sword Artistic Conception, even if Gu Daoyi is not a cultivator of the Sword Artistic Conception, but just from his age, it is not difficult to guess that he has the strength of the peak of the Sword Saint, in order to cultivate this disciple, Gu Jianhua must have spent a lot of energy, and if one is not good, it may provoke the disgust of a strong Sword Artistic Conception.

"I see. ”

Wang Ting didn't mean to blame Li Huazhang.

His spiritual scale has just broken through to the ninth order, and he just wants to find someone to test his current strength, since this ancient path has been sent to the door, and his conduct is not good, then, there is no psychological burden to use him as a sparring partner.

"Go outside, don't ruin the manor. ”

"Oh, you actually agreed? Very well, just to ask you so sharply, after this incident, win or lose, we are friends. ”

Gu Daoyi responded quite cheerfully, and appropriately expressed his kindness.

Standing behind him was a peerless powerhouse with a sword artistic conception, in the face of the kindness of such a young powerhouse with unlimited potential, no one would refuse, not to mention, according to his understanding, Wang Ting, not a native of Middle-earth, was just a rootless duckweed to a certain extent. In his opinion, if he said so, if he defeated him in the future, it would not be impossible to accept him as a junior brother in the future.

It's a pity......

Sword artistic conception?

If Gu Jianhua came in person, he might still have something to say, but what about Gu Dao......

Wang Ting shook his head, didn't answer Gu Daoyi's words, and walked directly to the outside of the manor.

Seeing that Wang Ting didn't say anything, he left. Although Gu Daoyi looked a little dissatisfied, he still quickly followed, Li Huazhang, Li Changming, Li Changkong and others followed helplessly, and after a while, a group of several people had already come to a clearing in the back mountain, which was already some distance away from the nearby buildings, even if the two sword Mahayana people fought with all their might, the aftermath and energy impact of the fight were difficult to cause any more damage to the surrounding buildings.

"Alright. Let's get started, and I hope you won't let me down. ”

After the ancient road is settled. He had already pulled out the saber in his hand, and this sword was engraved with a large number of cyan runes and inscriptions, and at a glance, he knew that it was an extraordinary product.

"That sword of yours contains a sword intent, but I have swallowed a lot of powerful divine soul pills, and I have enough mental preparation. With that level of sword intent, it is already difficult to affect me, and your sword can contain sword intent without destroying it. Absolutely extraordinary, I use this Wind Chaser Sword to fight you, and I don't take advantage of you. ”

Wang Ting nodded slightly.

"Please. ”

Although the opponent is not very good, for this kind of challenge, Wang Ting's heart has always been very formal, and as soon as he enters the real challenge state at this moment, not only his expression has become solemn, but even his attitude has changed to a certain extent.

"I am good at the seventy-two lack of fast swords in heaven and earth, as soon as I come out of the sword, you basically have no hope, okay, let me frustrate your sharp spirit first, and when you can't resist my fast sword, I will let you attack back, lest you lose at that time." ”

As soon as Gu Dao saw that Wang Ting was not the first to strike, he snorted lightly in his mouth, and instantly took out his sword.

As he said, his swordsmanship is the famous Heaven and Earth Seventy-two Lack of Fast Swords, each sword stabbed out, it is fast to the limit, once he makes a move, the sword in his hand immediately rolls up a gust of wind and sword rain, completely enveloping the royal court.

"Quick sword?"

Seeing this sword rain, Wang Ting's face showed a strange look, and the next moment, Ruosheng's sword had already come out, turning into a brilliant sword light, welcoming into this dense sword rain.

He didn't show the Wanliu Supreme and Sword Dance in the sword swordsmanship, but just took out the sword, simply out of the sword, and out of the sword at the fastest speed.

At the same time as he took out the sword, his ninth-order spiritual power was also stimulated to the limit, constantly capturing the trajectory of each sword that Gu Dao Yi stabbed out, and then used his own speed and comprehension of swordsmanship to come first, constantly colliding with Gu Daoyi's sword blade.

"Bang, bang, bang, bang!"

The dense sound reverberated in the void incessantly, almost turning into a syllable, and remained in the air for a long time.

In the eyes of Li Changkong and Li Changming, the sword saints, could only see the two sword lights entangled, constantly colliding, fighting, a large amount of fire light burst out from the process of sword light collision, and then was annihilated by the escaping sword qi, making the center of the confrontation between the two form a fireball-like flame.

Hit fast, fast to the extreme.

After a confrontation, Gu Daoyi's expression immediately became solemn.

Although because there is a sword artistic conception elder in the Tianque Gate, his actual combat experience may not be as good as the others on the star list, but he can cultivate into a peak sword saint of small perfection, how can it be easy to match his generation, just such a momentary confrontation, he has already understood, this royal court is by no means a wasted name, he killed Zhuang Bufan's sword Mahayana relying on not the divine sword that can shoot out sword intent, and his own strong strength is also not inferior to the top seventy powerhouses on the star list.

"Okay! This can be regarded as a real competition, chasing the wind and the sun, Kai!"

After instantly understanding that the opponent in front of him was strong, Gu Dao had already let out a low cry in his mouth, accompanied by a flash of blue light from the sword, and the sword speed of Gu Dao's assassination suddenly increased by three percent.

Thirty percent, it doesn't sound like much, but now both of them are in a situation where they are playing fast, and one point faster may determine the winner or loser, let alone a full three points?

The moment the sword speed increased, the sword shadow shrouded in front of Wang Ting suddenly intensified, and his figure retreated again and again under the pressure of this sword rain.

"That's it!"

Seeing that he had the upper hand, Gu Daoyi's mouth let out a long roar, while the speed of the sword remained unchanged, the trajectory of the assassination became even more ethereal and elusive, every sword was elusive, and the power of the seventy-two fast swords in heaven and earth had already been urged to the limit by him.

"Wang Ting, be careful!"

Li Changkong, who was on the side, couldn't help but exclaim when he saw this scene.

"Ancestor, stop the two of them quickly, the Heaven and Earth Seventy-two Lack of Fast Sword is a very powerful swordsmanship, and the lethality of this swordsmanship, looking at our entire Tianque Sect, can be ranked in the top five ......"

"Long sky, calm down, look carefully. ”

Compared with Li Changkong's eagerness, Li Huazhang, who was a sword power mahayana, was quite calm, with a hint of essence in his eyes: "Things may not be as you see on the surface, Your Majesty Wang Ting, is not as weak as you imagined, otherwise, it would be impossible to seize the opportunity to kill him with a sword under the attack of Zhuang Bufan's sword power Mahayana." ”

"This ......"

Li Changkong's next words were not finished, the situation of the scene had undergone a huge reversal, in the face of Gu Daoyi's stormy swordsmanship, Wang Ting's spiritual scale was suddenly stimulated, and the whole person suddenly escaped into the realm of idealism.

"Bang, bang, bang!"

The sound that had just had a hint of stagnation sounded again, and the dazzling fire bloomed in the audience.

The sword light that was entrusted by Gu Daoyi with the belief of winning a battle, in this case, was actually resisted again, and the two regained the previous trend of equal and fast fighting.

"How is that possible!"

Seeing that this swordsmanship, which could be said to be as fast as he could reach the limit, was resisted, Gu Dao's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of incredulity.

"You...... You actually resisted my swordsmanship? Impossible! Even if the sword power Mahayana is under my fast sword, he can't resist it, my sword art has derived the fast word to the limit, to quickly suppress people, to quickly break ten thousand methods, under this kind of sword speed, even the sword Mahayana can't burst out his strongest swordsmanship, and he will be defeated by me in one fell swoop. ”

"A fast sword, a fast sword that can be broken, there is only one answer, and that is ...... You're not fast enough!"

Wang Ting's voice echoed from the rain of swords.

The next moment, his swordsmanship paused slightly, and then, the balance of the two groups of sword light, which was originally just evenly divided, was instantly broken, and a large area of dazzling sword light shone in the entire field of vision of the ancient path in an instant.

"Only the sword, the supreme of ten thousand streams!"

Thousands!

When the words of Wang Court were spit out, thousands of sword lights, densely packed, poured down.

The royal court, which has cultivated this sword technique to the point of the Ten Directions Sword Annihilation, and then used it to cast the Wanliu Supreme, can already suppress the twelve waves of attacks of the Wanliu Supreme to three, two, or even one wave, that is the real Wanliu Supreme, and ten thousand swords fly together.

Tens of thousands of sword shadows stabbed down, not at all the ancient path can resist, his dense sword rain, under the impact of the Wanliu Supreme, only supported for a moment, and then was shattered by this powerful sword impact, and then the sword blade approached the body, and the sword light in the sky completely enveloped his figure.

"Whew!"

Suddenly, a flash of fire burst out from the sword light, and along with it, there was also a sword with blue light flowing.

The next moment, tens of thousands of sword lights dissipated at the same time, and the sword shadows in the sky were completely gone, and the storm and sword rain that still existed just now turned into nothingness like an illusion.

The cold light flickered.

The edge of Ruosheng's sword, without any trembling, stayed firmly in front of Gu Daoyi's throat.

The winner is decided. (To be continued)

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