"I only use one sword, and if you take it, I will lose."

Jian Shaoshang said in a light tone.

From beginning to end, there was not much expression on his handsome and cold face, and it seemed that no matter how Xuan Ming shouted, he couldn't move him.

As soon as he said this, there were discussions on the seat next to him, and many people felt that this was too unfair to Jian Shaoshang.

But this was proposed by Jian Shaoshang himself.

Everyone with complicated emotions could only sigh in the end, this sword cultivator was really confident and arrogant, if it weren't for that, how could he say such a thing.

And those who are familiar with Jian Shaoshang can't help but show a faint smile on their faces when they think of Jian Shaoshang's strongest sword.

Xuan Ming wiped the blood from the corners of his lips, his muscles tightened, his eyes stared straight at Jian Shaoshang, and his whole body was full of vigilance and caution.

Anyone can see that this time, Xuan Ming took a 100,000-serious attitude towards the next sword.

Before, many people thought that the people of the Eastern Regions won because the Zhongzhou Tianjiao underestimated the enemy.

And this time, Ruojian Shaoshang won again.

No one said that Xuan Ming was inferior to the enemy.

However, Jian Shaoshang, can he really defeat Xuan Ming with one sword again?

Everyone couldn't help but hold their breath, staring straight at the Holy War Stage.

On the holy war platform, Jian Shaoshang's figure suddenly moved.

Meantime.

A black breath of death and a white vitality appeared on him at the same time.

"Huh? What a weird swordsmanship, what kind of sword is this? ”

The next moment.

I saw that the black and white mixed airflow instantly turned into thick black, and at the same time, Jian Shaoshang's body also merged into the black airflow and disappeared completely.

And the black air flow was also constantly flowing, turning into a black towering giant sword.

The thick aura of death permeated the entire Holy War Platform.

Even, even in the audience, there were many people who felt a little uncomfortable because of the powerful death breath.

The black giant sword stood above the void, and the person who was a young merchant of the sword was gone, and seemed to be transformed into a sword.

Standing on the Holy War Platform, facing such a terrifying aura of death, Xuan Ming's face was extremely pale.

His eyes were pitch black, and his pupil technique was running to the extreme in an instant.

All the spiritual power in the body was also mobilized.

There is only one belief in the heart.

Block this sword no matter what!

The next moment.

Rumble!

The black towering giant sword, facing the direction of Xuan Ming, slashed down.

As long as Xuan Ming dodges, as long as he dissolves this sword, he will win!

But at that moment.

The powerful fear of death enveloped him, and the fear of dying made him feel as if he was nailed to the spot, unable to move even a step.

He could only watch the black giant sword, from far to near, in his pupils, getting bigger and closer.

The spiritual defense he used to cast with the pupil technique collapsed inch by inch, and he used all his spiritual power to resist, but his attack was like brittle paper, and it was torn apart in an instant.

"Ahh

He screamed, and wisps of blood flowed down from the top of his head and the center of his eyebrows.

The black hair in the middle of his skull snapped and fell down.

At the same time, the black giant sword also turned into smoke in an instant, dissipating around.

It is conceivable that if the black giant sword continues to fall, Xuan Ming's entire person will be directly cut in half.

All of this seems complicated, but in fact, it just happened in the light and flint, and everyone almost didn't react, just saw Xuan Ming trembling all over, standing there with a bloody face.

"Are you satisfied with this head-on sword?"

The black qi on the holy war platform was dissipated, and the sword young merchant dressed in white stood back on the holy war platform and asked Xuan Ming with a calm expression.

And Xuan Ming, who was in tatters, had a bald head on his head, and his body and face were full of blood, looking dirty, embarrassed and funny, in stark contrast to Jian Shaoshang's handsomeness and cleanliness.

"......" Xuan Ming's eyes were in a trance, the whole person was not dead, but it was no different from death.

The scene was extremely quiet, again and again, and in the third, everyone finally believed that Jian Shaoshang really had many kinds of swordsmanship that could defeat Xuan Ming.

He is an existence that can crush the Xuanming.

The soul of the god general in Xuan Ming's body was also very silent.

Because of the previous death breath, he was suppressed, and his divine soul was also destroyed in front of the sword of death.

In other words, he himself is here, and if he suppresses the cultivation to the Martial Emperor, he will not be the opponent of the sword cultivation in front of him.

"Sword cultivation, it's not garbage, so is the way of the divine soul that makes you proud and complacent, with all due respect, standing on the holy war platform today, the real garbage is just yourself."

Jian Shaoshang said, ignoring Xuan Ming's face, and said, "Accept." ”

As his voice fell, the Holy War Platform under his feet roared, and he returned to the petals next to the Holy War Platform.

At this time.

In the originally silent field, a burst of chanting suddenly sounded.

"Good!"

Jian Shaoshang's heart moved, raised his eyes, and saw Shen Canglang sitting in the seat smiling, applauding vigorously, he led the others in the audience, and everyone applauded, and for a while, the entire audience was thunderous.

After all, Sword Shaoshang is really strong.

Stronger than the previous ones.

He used several swordsmanship techniques to crush Xuan Ming strongly, and breathed a sigh of relief for the sword cultivation in the field, which made people convincing and convincing.

At this moment, Sword Shaoshang planted a seed of invincibility in the hearts of countless sword cultivators in the field.

Contrary to everyone's excitement and happiness, the faces of Tianhe Palace and the others were extremely ugly.

Xuan Ming seemed to have suffered a huge blow, he was in a trance, his steps staggered, and he walked towards the Holy War platform, but he only took two steps, and Ji Xuan of the Tower of Babel said: "Xuan Ming." ”

Xuan Ming's footsteps paused.

Ji Xuan said: "Go and wait in the back." ”

Xuan Ming's mind seemed to be a little more sober, his expression changed, he stood silently in place, the Holy War Platform under his feet let out a roar, the Holy War Platform rotated, Xuan Ming returned to the petals, and Ji Xuan stood on the Holy War Platform.

Seeing this, the applause and applause in the audience slowly stopped.

Almost instantly, the crowd remembered the purpose of their visit.

The competition of the younger generation before was just an appetizer by the way, and what they really wanted to see today was the battle for the co-owners of the Sifang City, and the collision of the strongest two of the younger generation.

And what makes people feel even more excited and exciting is that the two of them are still fighting to the death.

"The previous exchanges between you were very exciting." Ji Xuan said: "However, we should also make a move, you say yes, Mr. Night." ”

In the previous four battles, Ye Yiche, Shen Xin, Lichen, and Jian Shaoshang all proved their abilities, and they all made the people of Zhongzhou recognize their strength.

Night Dye is also very satisfied.

The corners of her lips hooked slightly, smiled indifferently, took a step forward, and said directly: "Please." ”

Ji Xuan's eyes flickered, and he stretched out his hand, and a pagoda appeared in his hand.

That was their mastery of the Tower of Babel, and the Seventh Saint Son, Ji Ying, had also used this technique before.

However, Ji Ying's pagoda was only cultivated to the sixth layer.

And Ji Xuan's pagoda has already cultivated to the ninth layer.

Legend has it that the ninth layer of the pinnacle of martial arts.

Therefore, when everyone saw the nine-story pagoda, they couldn't help but exclaim.

[I'm sorry, during this period of vacation + Kavin, I rewrote the outline, slowly rebuilding, and resuming two shifts tomorrow.] 】