As early as the multi-day execution ground, people had already realized the horror of Wang Xuan's strength. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoNow it's his turn again, and naturally he will inevitably be noticed by everyone.

It's obviously a person, why do you have such a strong sense of strangeness?

Xiao Yue was confused in her heart, after yesterday's events, she couldn't be sure whether the young man standing in the middle of the battle platform was her chosen brother.

The young man in white was still as late as yesterday, but his expression was as calm as ever, and under everyone's gaze, there was no sense of restraint.

His opponent is a man who looks very stylish.

The reason why he is said to have style is because the man wears a sunshade pointed hat on his head, a green shirt and straw sandals, and looks like he is sheltering from the heat.

He was holding an ordinary-looking sword, and stood at a slight inclination, as if he was the only one left under this world, looking lonely.

It turned out to be a swordsman!

In the body refining realm, most people do not choose to strengthen themselves with the help of external objects, so they all practice empty-handed, constantly tempering the strength of the physical body.

But there are also such a part of the people, who live in a sinister world, and can only survive by taking up arms. Such people, every battle they experience is a matter of life and death, they have no friends, all of them are their enemies, and the only one they can rely on is themselves.

The only thing he was exposed to was his feet, and even his hands were wrapped tightly in black cloth.

However, when you really see those feet, you can't stop sympathizing with them.

Not a single piece of flesh was intact, covered with wounds, and even rotting flesh that smelled of dying.

But you are very wrong if you think so, almost everyone knows that in this kind of person, even hair is a killing weapon!

It's their instinct to kill, so they should be on the battlefield. But now, at the time of the Chosen Election, there was such a person, and he was still very young.

Dabi did not strictly prohibit these people from participating in the competition, so this competition should be carried out in love and courtesy.

The two confronted each other, and Feng Tianhao left the battle platform.

The wind of the end of summer carries a cool feeling of autumn, and it has a comfortable soft touch on people.

The swordsman suddenly spoke, his voice wide and hoarse, sounding like he was in his thirties.

"You've killed a lot of people?"

The young man in white was silent, but he seemed noncommittal.

"I've also killed a lot of people, but even so, the killing intent on my body is still so strong that it can't be contained, and in you, the killing intent doesn't leak a single point. For this alone, I'm not as good as you. ”

When the young man in white heard this, his eyes also showed a look of surprise.

"You said that I didn't leak any of the killing intent on my body, so how did you find out?"

Killing intent is such a thing, it is already ethereal, and it can only be felt in the person who kills people, almost the instinct of a beast.

"Although you don't have any murderous leaks, you have a temperament that despises everything, including life. And how can you lack killing?"

The swordsman straightened up, like a lazy cat, ready for battle.

"You seem to know me well?" asked the young man in white again.

He had never appeared before, so naturally he would not think that this young swordsman and himself had been old acquaintances. But even so, the person who can say this is enough to understand him, and this is not only dangerous for him, but also taboo.

"I've never been afraid of death, but until then, I like to watch every opponent I'm going to face. ”

As he said this, his eyes, which were covered by the brim of his hat, flashed with a faint green light, as if he were testing his prey.

"Even if you can't afford it?"

This sentence came out of the mouth of the young man in white, as if a desolate and terrible wind drifted by, setting off a huge wave in the swordsman's heart!

The swordsman moved, and at this time, the momentum of the young man in white had suppressed him, and only by striking first could he gain the upper hand again!

But he forgot that he had not been in the upper hand all along.

For as soon as he stood taller, he would find that there was a man looking down on him from a much higher vantage point, with the spirit of domination and contempt for all beings.

The sword shadow is like a python, swimming out of the air, the momentum is like a rainbow, rushing towards the young man in white!

Like a mang stabbing at him, the light flickered non-stop, there was only one sword, but it seemed like there were thousands of swords.

But that's all, he seems to have a thousand swords and ten thousand swords in one sword, but Liu Sheng has no choice but to turn one sword into ten thousand swords, and the gap is difficult to measure.

With a missed sword, the swordsman's figure moved again and stabbed towards the heart of the young man in white.

Each of his swords has done his best, and every sword contains a strong killing intent!

As if this sword was his last, when you dodge it, you will find that the same sword will be towards your fatal position again with a fierce power and threat!

His swordsmanship is not fancy, but it is this kind of swordsmanship that can attack more effectively.

Every bit of superfluous action is a flaw, and this flaw is often fatal in battle.

The figure of the young man in white flickered, and each sword of the swordsman would instantly fall into the air when it was about to be implemented, which made the person using the sword more and more frightened.

He knew how terrifying the strength of the person who made such an instantaneous reaction was, and such a person was the last thing he wanted to face.

But how can people who live on the edge of life and death easily admit defeat?

They kill people so that they don't get killed.

They love life more than anyone else, they are greedy for life more than anyone else, and they are stronger than anyone else.

There is no enemy that cannot be killed, only oneself that cannot be defeated!

When the figure of the young man in white flashed again, the swordsman moved, and the aura of his whole person seemed to disappear, and it seemed that in an instant, the two of them were gone.

This was only a visual illusion, but in a moment, the two appeared at the same time, but the swordsman's sword was broken, and the whole person collapsed to the ground, covered with scars.

"You can keep up with me, but I underestimate you. The young man in white looked at the shallow cut on his arm and said lightly.

"You've earned yourself the right to live. ”

After saying this, he turned and left, the victory was already divided, and there was no need for him to stay any longer.

Only the young swordsman knew in his heart what had happened at that moment.

He thought that he had done his best to launch a killing blow, but in the eyes of the young man in white, he saw it as a matter of course. It was the first time he had encountered such a terrifying opponent, and the only one he feared.

He was impressed by the momentum of the young man in white, so his sword was unjustly defeated.

Only the audience was so disappointed with this battle that they didn't even know what was going on, and it was all over.

He who wields the sword is like that.

Fast, it is mysterious, it is murderous, it is powerful.

If you are a little slower, your head will fall to the ground.

But the ending seemed different from what he expected, he lost, but he didn't die.

He couldn't figure it out, but the reason was actually very simple.

His sword managed to touch the young man in white, so he survived, and that's it.