"King of Swallows"

Xia Feichen's eyes narrowed, and there was a faint battle intent flowing out, and the spirit sword on his back seemed to feel the master's battle intent and was ready to move.

"This person is not easy to deal with" Zong Chang's hateful eyes flashed with a trace of solemnity, watching King Yan walk to the ring step by step, and said in a deep voice: "He has a very strong grasp of the momentum, just a simple appearance, it creates a kind of artistic conception that is as stable as Mount Tai, unshakable, and people in the same realm fight against him, and ten percent of his strength can only be exerted at most ninety percent."

Hearing this, Zhou Chenghuan, the sword hero, said, "Which of us will strike first?"

The sect chief shook his head hatefully, and glanced at the square roughly, "Wait and see, I have a feeling that he has definitely hidden his strength, let the swordsmen of the Ancient Sword Sect test the water first, and we will end up in the end."

"There is a reason for this"

Holding back the battle intent in his body, Xia Feichen nodded, agreeing with the statement that the sect chief hated.

The three of them were invited by the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect to stop this swordsman named King Yan today, and whether they succeeded or not, they would get a lot of spirit stones.

Of course, they didn't fancy the spirit stones prescribed by the elders of the Ancient Sword Sect, but they wanted to sharpen their martial arts with the help of masters, so why not do it.

"Today is the day of King Yan's challenge to sixty consecutive victories, and the old man won't say much, the swordsman ring match will start now!"

The host of the swordsman ring match is no longer the black-robed man when Ding Yan challenged, but an old man in a white robe, with a shining spirit, and when he spoke, he didn't seem to have a feeling for the artistic conception created by King Yan, and he advanced and retreated freely.

To be able to serve as the host of the swordsman ring match, it must be the elder of the Ancient Sword Sect's Condensation Realm.

"King Yan's high move, I'll ask for advice!"

As soon as the words fell, a middle-aged swordsman wearing the costume of the Ancient Sword Sect flew onto the stage.

Zheng!

The spirit sword came out of its sheath, and the sword qi like a tide swept out, and at the same time, a wave of power filled with nothing, pressing towards the opponent's Yan King.

He is in the late stage of the Agility Consummation, and he has comprehended half of the sword power, and his strength is one line higher than that of ordinary martial artists in the late stage of the Agility Consummation.

"Scatter!"

At this moment, King Yan moved, he drew his sword as fast as lightning, and stabbed at the void in front of him continuously, and every time he stabbed out, the void flashed with a bright sword light.

As if a balloon had been punctured, the sword power displayed by the swordsman of the Ancient Sword Sect actually collapsed all at once, and every sword of the Yan King seemed to impact the weakness of the opponent's sword qi.

The sword power was broken, the swordsman of the Ancient Sword Sect was shocked, and his mind was suddenly shaken, and King Yan seized the opportunity to swing away the spirit sword in the opponent's hand with a sword, and won the first game.

"Awesome!"

"Sure enough, the strength is hidden!"

"This is the Thirteen Swords of Death?!" At this time, the swordsman of the Ancient Sword Sect came back to his senses, but it was too late, and he immediately looked at King Yan in surprise.

King Yan put the sword into the sheath and said, "You are wrong, this is not the thirteen swords that kill you, but the thirty-six swords that take the gods!"

Thirty-six swords of the gods!

"Then why did you only use thirteen swords," the other party wondered.

"No comment"

King Yan obviously didn't intend to tell the other party.

"Take!"

The first Ancient Sword Sect swordsman was defeated!

Everyone on the lookers was shocked, they didn't expect King Yan's strength to be so strong.

"Great, I'm not his opponent!"

The battle intent in Xia Feichen's eyes was much weaker, the opponent's strength was much stronger than him, if it was only a star and a half, he would not hesitate to challenge.

The wheel battle had just begun, and even if they knew that King Yan was very strong, they did not hesitate to challenge it.

Laugh at!

A trace of blood splattered out, and the spirit sword in King Yan's hand suddenly entered the sheath.

"Take!"

The other party covered his injured left arm, clenched his fists with both hands, and ended up with a heavy face.

This is the seventh.

"I'll go and meet him first, and I can't break my promise to him. ”

The patriarch hated to stand up and prepared to go to the field.

"Your strength is one line stronger than mine, or I'll go first. Daohao Zhou Chenghuan stood up, stepped out, and took the lead.

"Zhou Chenghuan, please advise!"

"Please advise!"

King Yan returned the salute, the other party is a genius on the real dragon list, although his strength is not as strong as his own now, but the other party is much younger than him, and the probability of surpassing him in the future is very large.

didn't speak, Zhou Chenghuan made a move, although he is a master of the sword, and his strength in using swordsmanship has been greatly reduced, but it is still not to be underestimated, the sword is used as a knife, and a sword is split, containing the domineering spirit of the knife.

King Yan's strength is indeed very strong, even if he has fought seven battles in a row, his strength has not decreased much, in the face of Zhou Chenghuan's sword qi, he is faster than a sword, and instantly stabbed out twenty-seven swords, defeating Zhou Chenghuan in the twenty-eighth sword.

In the ninth game, the person who played was Xia Feichen.

Xia Feichen is a swordsman, he has practiced the heaven-level martial arts spirit swordsmanship, and his combat power is strong, which is stronger than Dao Hao's sword.

"Void Condensing Sword Walk!"

The trick was slashed out, and the terrifying sword qi was hundreds of zhang long, emitting ripples like water waves, like a water curtain.

"Thirty-three swords!"

King Yan's face froze, and the spirit sword in his hand was like a poisonous snake spitting out letters, and like a starry sky Beidou, a terrifying sword light suddenly lit up.

Burst!

Xia Feichen flew out upside down and was defeated.

"Take!"

Xia Feichen wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, arched his hand and didn't say anything, he knew in his heart that the other party had fought eight times in a row, and if it was in his heyday, he would lose if he couldn't produce the thirty-third sword at all.

The last one is the patriarch's hatred.

In terms of swordsmanship, Zong Chang hated that he was not Xia Feichen's opponent, but Zong Chang hated that he had a heaven-level martial arts hole to refer to the sword, and the battle between the two instantly became white-hot.

Rumble!

The sky seemed to have broken a hole, and *'s finger pressed down, it was the heaven-level martial arts cave void finger!

"Thirty-six swords, snatch the gods!"

King Yan's face was solemn, his right hand held the spirit sword, and stabbed forward, this sword, swaying, seemed to be chasing some trajectory, and it seemed to be the lights flickering, in a trance, the people who faced King Yan head-on were stunned, and seemed to have entered a white world.

Capture God with a sword!

Zong Chang was also stunned, he only felt that his soul seemed to shake, and all kinds of illusions appeared, but he was a genius on the real dragon list, and he immediately understood, his will was strangled, and he came back to his senses, but the master was fighting, racing against time, just two or three breaths of time, King Yan's spirit sword had fallen on the center of Zong Chang's hate, as long as the spirit sword of King Yan was gently sent, Zong Chang's hatred would be gone.

That kind of crisis of death made the sect chief hate break out in a cold sweat in an instant, and he didn't dare to move.

"King Yan, win!"

"Congratulations to King Yan for becoming a powerhouse with sixty consecutive victories!"

The white-robed old man stepped into the ring and announced the result.

Call!

King Yan put away his sword, and the whole person shook for a moment before he recovered.

"Thirty-six swords, good swordsmanship!"

Ding Yan's eyes lit up, and King Yan's move faintly combined momentum and martial arts, exploring the trajectory of heaven and earth, which was more powerful than the mystery