Qian Zhaoguang looked curiously in the direction of the door, and a young man who looked to be about twenty-five or sixteen years old appeared.

His long black hair was simply tied behind his headband, and his face looked unhealthily pale, but he was handsome enough to make any man sigh.

It's just that one of his eyes looks like he has no look, and even his walking movements seem a little sluggish.

Among all the men Qian Chaoguang has seen, I am afraid that only Wang Dong, who is dressed as a man, can compare with him in appearance.

It's just that Wang Dong's handsomeness is a little soft, but the man in front of him is a kind of cold handsomeness, and there doesn't seem to be any emotion on his body.

He had a sword in his hand, a long sword about four feet long and dark throughout.

To be precise, it looked like a slightly sword-like stick, and apart from a somewhat similar shape, it didn't look like a sword.

Qian Chaoguang quickly matched this image with a legendary figure in his mind.

The first sword god in the Douluo Continent throughout the ages - Ji Juechen.

As a student of Mingde Hall, Ji Jiechen is undoubtedly an outlier.

Not only is he not a soul master, he doesn't even use a soul guide.

His martial soul is a sword, and his innate soul power is only level three.

No one knows how he cultivated to the Soul Emperor level, and how he changed the form of his martial soul, turning an originally ordinary sword martial soul into a sword soul and a sword spirit.

The extraterrestrial meteorite iron stick in his hand now is the product born after integrating into the martial soul.

The moment Ji Jiechen entered the door, his eyes locked on Qian Chaoguang's body, as if he was surprised that someone was using it in the cultivation area.

"I didn't expect that in addition to Ji Jiechen's big injustice, there would be other people who would use the red-level cultivation area."

The one who spoke was a middle-aged woman with an ordinary appearance and figure, she followed behind Ji Juechen, and she didn't know when she came up.

Suddenly, she was afraid that she was in her thirties, and her body was filled with a unique intellectual aura.

This should be Jing Ziyan, right?

There are no distinctive features, so you can only guess.

Qian Chaoguang thought so in his heart, and replied: "This place is quite good, I like it very much." ”

Without waiting for Jing Ziyan to reply, Ji Jiechen dodged, and after a few moves, he had already appeared in front of Qian Chaoguang.

His originally dim eyes suddenly burst into brilliance, burning with a raging frenzied battle intent, staring directly into Qian Chaoguang's eyes, like a hungry wolf.

"Fight?"

Ji Jiechen's words were straightforward, concise, and even a little impolite.

He is such a person, and he only has a sword in his heart.

In his opinion, everything else is empty, only the sword in his hand is the most important.

"Fight."

Qian Chaoguang turned sideways and pulled a knife flower, which was also concise and to the point.

He didn't have much purpose for coming to the Sun Moon Royal Soul Master Academy on this trip, and Ji Jiechen was one of them.

The other party, as a lone sword idiot on this continent, Qian Chaoguang also wanted to see if Ji Jiechen's sword was stronger, or his own sword was worse.

The confrontation between the sword and the sword is absolutely romantic.

"But before that, give me some time to rest."

"Okay."

Ji Jiechen nodded slightly, and just sat down cross-legged in the trial area, the heavy sword in his hand was placed horizontally on his legs, and his hands held the sword body.

He did not settle down, but his eyes did not leave the thousand morning lights that were also settled.

The two-handed knives on his legs, to be exact.

The length of this knife reached an incomparably astonishing 1.7 meters, almost a spear.

The cold and narrow knife body was faintly glowing with gold and silver, and the halo released from Zhou's body was like holy light burning, and it was like a silver moon shining, and it was extraordinary.

On the Douluo Continent, there was no knife that was similar in shape to it.

From this unknown long knife, Ji Jiechen felt a unique idea, as if it had a life of its own.

This is somewhat similar to his sword, but not quite the same.

Good knives.

Ji Jiechen sighed in his heart.

Although he didn't know much about the knife weapon, he could feel the domineering aura on it.

It was a mysterious feeling, completely different from the sense of danger that came from the high-level soul guide.

After a few more glances, he withdrew his gaze and closed his eyes.

In the distance, Jing Ziyan looked at the two people sitting silently opposite each other, stomped her feet angrily, and whispered angrily: "This nerd! The nerd meets a weirdo. ”

For a long time, just when Jing Ziyan was bored enough to start meditating and meditating, Qian Chaoguang finished trimming.

"Rebirth: The Great Age of Waves"

When he opened his eyes again, the relaxed look in his eyes changed.

He became extremely sharp, domineering, arrogant, and aggressive, the opposite of his usual laughter, as if he had completely changed as a person.

Perhaps it was the traction of the qi engine, and the next moment when Qian Chaoguang earned his eyes, Ji Jiechen also opened his eyes.

Looking at each other, the two jumped to their feet almost at the same time and stepped back.

None of them immediately charged at each other, but confronted each other from a distance of about ten meters.

Invisible pressures began to permeate the trial zone.

Ji Jiechen held the sword in both hands, and six optimally matched soul rings emerged.

An incomparably sharp aura burst out from him almost instantly, and it seemed that his entire body was also one with the extraterrestrial meteoric iron sword at this moment.

The Outer Meteorite Iron Sword began to emit a slight hum under his powerful soul power, and the tip of the sword trembled slightly.

Ji Jiechen's momentum is also soaring at an alarming rate.

If this sword is not out, it will definitely change the color of heaven and earth.

Qian Chaoguang held the knife in both hands and put on a pose that seemed extremely strange to others.

Four thick black soul rings slowly emerged from under his feet, faintly mixed with scarlet red like blood.

There was a faint sound of thunder in his body, and bursts of war drums resounded in the trial area.

The domineering sword intent permeated his body, surrounding the blade, and vibrating into bursts of soft groans.

Silvery-white cold light seemed to gather from the void, wrapping the narrow blade of the blade, taking on the posture of a light blade.

Both of them were unmoved, but the two completely different, but equally sharp momentum had already invisibly clashed.

Jing Ziyan in the distance was awakened by the movement of the two of them, and looked at the trial area in surprise.

On the upper body of the thousand rays of light covering the diamond ice crystals, a faint layer of golden-red blood mist had already diffused.

These blood mist swelled and contracted with his breathing, hovering above his body, shaped like a true dragon pillar.

In the face of Ji Juechen, Qian Chaoguang had almost no reservations, and he didn't even have the intention of hiding half a point, and the beginning was Wang Bang.