In the central ring, the referee elder announced loudly: "Jiang Changkong wins!" ”

Whoa...... There was a round of applause from the stands.

But there are still many people who are still confused.

That's the game?

Kids play at home, right?

Isn't it the world's number one kendo master, Ying Wudao's personal disciple?

Why do you use your fists?

Why does this game look so fake?

People's competitions are all gorgeous swordsmanship, just like this Wen Ren Chaosheng, as soon as he makes a move, he is cold and starry, and the guns are full of light.

Then, casually, the other party grabbed the barrel of the gun, and then sent it directly out of the ring.

"Big brother, have you heard that people are releasing water?"

"What kind of water? Didn't you see that Jiang Changkong's strength was great? ”

"I don't believe it! No matter how big it is, can it have the power to hear people's lives? Wen Ren Chaosheng is a single person who takes the route of strength, the power is huge, no one knows it, and it is also the congenital eightfold heaven, just before he took a move, he was beaten in the ring by Jiang Changkong, who was only the congenital fourfold heaven, do you believe it? ”

“…… Believe it or not, I believe it anyway. ”

"Hmph, unless I see him draw his sword. Defeat the opponent with swordsmanship, otherwise I don't believe it will be killed. ”

"Hehe, don't talk too much, otherwise you might be beaten to death."

"I'll wait!"

In fact, there are many people who think this way.

Because the whole battle process is too simple, the time is too short, there are no bells and whistles at all, rough and direct.

It feels like it's acting.

It's too fake.

However, most of the people who think this way are young people who are not strong.

But for some strong people, there is no such idea at all.

Their divine sense was always probing, and they could clearly feel the majestic power in Jiang Changkong's body,

This power is not something that ordinary innate martial artists can have.

Even Wen Chaosheng, who is known for his strength, cannot compare with it.

In the central ring, as the referee announced that Jiang Changkong had won, Jiang Changkong immediately hugged his fist at Wen Ren Chaosheng, who fell out of the ring: "Accept." ”

"Look at it, Jiang Changkong himself admitted it, and he ...... concede"

Syllable!

"Why are you hitting me on the head?"

"Your head is mush? Or do the intestines go straight to the brain? That's Jiang Changkong's modesty! Modest! Modesty, you know? ”

"If you win, you win, what is modesty?"

Syllable!

"Oops, why did you hit me again?"

"Made, what an elm head! See when you'll get the hang of it! ”

In the central ring, the referee said loudly: "In the third game, He Yumo fought against Jiang Changkong!" ”

As soon as he finished speaking, a person flew up from the audience, carrying a sword on his back.

Generally speaking, people who carry swords on their backs are basically swordsmen.

Because only those who are extremely obsessed with the sword will carry the sword on their back at all times, instead of receiving the space ring.

Only in this way can one become one with the sword and become one.

The lethality of such a swordsman is extremely amazing.

Jiang Changkong is an exception.

He always believed that the sword was only a weapon, it was used to kill, and it would only be one with the sword when it was necessary to kill.

When not in use, hide it in its scabbard and tuck it away in a ring to return to its normal state.

After the first two battles, all the disciples who participated in this game had a relatively clear understanding of Jiang Changkong's strength.

Everyone knows that Jiang Changkong is not as simple as it seems.

The so-called Innate Four Heavens can't be counted by him at all, and they don't even have reference value.

He Yumo flew to the stage, and immediately hugged his fists and said: "He Yumo, the innate ninefold heavenly cultivator, is a disciple of Tianfeng." ”

Tianfeng is the place where the hall master of the Demon Suppression Hall is located.

In other words, the He Yumo in front of him is the personal disciple of Wu Dao Rule, the master of the Demon Suppression Palace.

Jiang Changkong politely hugged his fists and said, "Changkong has seen senior brother. ”

Seeing Jiang Changkong so polite, He Yumo showed a smile on his face.

Then he said: "The swordsmanship of the hall master has always been unique in the world, and it is an honor for Sansheng to be able to fight with the disciple of the world's first swordsman today and see the strongest swordsmanship in the world." ”

The implication is that Jiang Chang wants to take out his sword in the air, don't always make some fists or something, those are not interesting.

Jiang Changkong said with a smile: "Senior brother is polite, junior brother has just started, and he hasn't even learned what the master has to do, and the junior brother's swordsmanship is shallow, don't laugh." ”

In the stands, Ying Wudao had a smile on his face.

It's true that I didn't even learn what to expect...... This kid can speak, and it's very comfortable to listen to.

Well, it's best to give He Yumo a sword kill, and completely establish that the swordsmanship of this master and apprentice is all worthy of the name, so that the people of the world are convinced.

At this time, the referee said: "The rules of the game have been said twice, I will not repeat them, now I announce, the game begins!" ”

He Yumo stared at Jiang Changkong and said, "Senior brother, please take out your sword." ”

Jiang Changkong smiled slightly, "It's okay." ”

There was a flash of light in his hand, and a sword appeared.

A very ordinary sword for He Yumo.

He Yumo was a little puzzled.

With his eyesight, he could see at a glance that Jiang Changkong's sword was a yellow-rank magic sword that had just entered the product.

It is a sword used by immortal cultivators, not a sword used by martial artists.

And it's also a low-grade yellow order.

Is it so poor?

It doesn't make sense.

What kind of sword do you want for Uncle Ying's net worth?

Why such an inferior sword?

Not only He Yumo was puzzled, but several bigwigs in the stands were also puzzled, and they all looked at Ying Wudao.

Even Qin Tianzheng looked at Ying Wudao.

seems to be questioning why Ying Wudao is reluctant to get a good sword for Jiang Changkong.

Ying Wudao was looked at by so many people, so he had to say: "The sword on my side...... Well, too bad, I haven't found the right sword for him yet. ”

Everyone rolled their eyes.

Your sword is too bad?

Who are you fooling?

You are a top swordsman who plays swords, and the superb swords in your hand are not a hundred but eighty, and the best swords in the world are basically touched by you.

Will you be without a good sword?

You don't want to give it to your apprentice, right?

In fact, everyone really misunderstands that there is no way.

He does have a lot of good swords, but the problem is that Jiang Changkong's current strength is still very low, and many good swords not only cannot release their original power, but will drag down Jiang Changkong's performance.

It's like a baby dragging a long knife to cut someone, the long knife is definitely more powerful than a dagger, but it's too heavy and too big for him to wield at all.

If some of his swords are used on Jiang Changkong, they can exert a small part of their power at most, but Jiang Changkong's performance will be greatly reduced.

At this stage, Jiang Changkong only needs some ordinary weapons.

Of course, according to Jiang Changkong's characteristics, he had already arranged for someone to build it, but it was not built so quickly.

There is a more important reason that he hopes that his apprentices can concentrate on swordsmanship, rather than foreign objects such as swords.

Comprehend the sword heart from the sword.

At this stage, many people still don't understand and don't understand.

I don't know what Kenshin is.

But as a top swordsman, of course, he knew very well that a swordsman's cultivation of Kenshin was more important than anything else.

But the sword heart is ethereal, and there is no exercise to speak of, so it can only rely on enlightenment.

Even he himself couldn't explain Kenshin.

I don't understand this thing at all.

He didn't know that his disciple had comprehended the sword heart as early as when he had just cultivated the sword, and he had already reached the point where the sword heart was clear, and it had reached an extremely advanced level.

"If you don't have your own apprentice, you can give it to me, don't worry, I promise to give him a better arrangement."

Wu Dao said.

Ying Wudao glanced at him and said, "What's the nonsense, my own disciple doesn't know the pain yet?" ”

Hurt?

The crowd was speechless.

Does it hurt to hold your mouth?

With this broken sword now?

But the crowd said nothing more.

is now competing in martial arts, and through this competition, everyone can see how much Jiang Changkong's sword has a role for him.

At this moment, Jiang Changkong didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the sword in his hand.

He even thought the sword was just right.

Mainly, of course, he hasn't used a good sword so far.

"Senior brother, please."

Jiang Changkong made a gesture of please.

Obviously, he is only a congenital four-fold heaven, but this posture gives people the feeling that he is even stronger than He Yumo of the innate nine-fold heaven opposite.

He Yumo was not polite.

A fight is a fight, and politeness doesn't make any sense.

The so-called competition, in fact, is equivalent to wrenching the wrist, and does not reflect the comprehensive strength.

Only real battles can really manifest themselves.

Boom!

A sword roared.

The sword behind it is unsheathed.

In an instant, the silver light shimmered, and the chill was overwhelming.

The sword fell into his hand as if it had eyes.

Holding the hilt of the sword, He Yumo stroked the long sword in his hand as if he were a lover.

"Cold Moon, weighing forty-nine catties and nine hundred and twenty-nine coins, took seven hundred and forty-nine days to build, soaked in the bottom of the cold spring for thirteen days, drank the blood of five hundred and thirty-six demons, and has been psychic ever since."

Jiang Changkong nodded, "Nice sword." ”

Unexpectedly, the other party had already introduced his sword, and he had to introduce, "This is what I am ...... Well, this is the trophy I got from killing a mid-stage Jindan monk, I don't know the name, but the material of this sword is not bad. ”

He Yumo's eyelids jumped.

Kill the monk in the middle of Jindan...... You are only an innate fourfold heaven, barely a mid-stage, but you killed an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan.

Why did you introduce that?

It's not just He Yumo's eyelids jumping, but there are also many people at the scene who are also jumping with their eyelids.

"! Really? Even if he is invincible in the innate realm of an innate triple heaven, how can he kill an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan? ”

"It can't be bragging, right? Can he really kill an immortal cultivator in the middle stage of Jindan? ”

"This makes me suspect that this immortal cultivator in the middle stage of the Golden Pill is probably a garbage product, otherwise how could he be killed by a person from the Innate Quadruple Heavens?"

"It's incredible, I don't believe it at all, I think it's Jiang Changkong joking."

"I also think it's a joke, didn't you see him deliberately say that it was the middle stage of Jindan when he introduced it, this should be fake."

"Yes, if he is modest, he will say that it is the Jindan Realm at most, and he will not say it so specifically."

In fact, Jiang Changkong said it so specifically, and he didn't mean anything special, mainly because he wanted to reflect the value of this sword.

What he meant was that this sword was the sword of a mid-stage Jindan monk, and it shouldn't be much weaker than your Cold Moon Sword.

Who knows it's self-defeating.

Let everyone have such a big reaction.

"Your apprentice has killed an immortal cultivator in the middle of the Jindan period?"

Wu Dao looked at Ying Wudao and asked with a shocked expression.

The other peak masters also looked at Ying Wudao in shock.

Ying Wudao shook his head, "I haven't heard of it, maybe." ”

He knew about some of his apprentices' pasts, but he hadn't heard of him killing the middle stage of Jindan.

However, in the later stage of the Martial Arts Jindan, my apprentice had killed a few.

If you knew, I'm afraid it would be even more shocking than this.

But this matter was sealed by Qin Tianzheng and did not let others know, this was to protect Jiang Changkong.

After all, Mu Xiu Yu Lin is not a very good thing at the moment.

Of course, who of his disciples would dare to do it?

Unless you don't want to live anymore.

But Qin Tianzheng still insisted on being cautious, and he had no choice but to follow the wishes of His Majesty the Emperor.

Jiang Changkong is his disciple, yes, but he is also a pillar of the empire and the future of the empire.

At this time, in the ring, He Yumo, who had been shocked, had already begun to draw his sword.

Treating Jiang Changkong, he didn't have any politeness, and his shot was a killer move.

A sword stabbed out, the clouds and mist were swirling, and the smoke and rain were continuous, which made people fascinated.

There is no sense of resistance.

Jiang Changkong was amazed.

This swordsmanship is really not bad.

Then he swung a sword as well—

Peach Blossom Kill!

Thousands of peach blossoms suddenly appeared, fluttering, and extremely beautiful.

This sword was displayed with his current cultivation, and with his second-layer sword intent, the power was dozens of times greater than before.

The murderous horror implied in the peach blossom is incomparable.

Swish...... The mighty peach blossom sword broke through the rain and swept towards He Yumo.

Everyone at the scene was amazed.

What a rich artistic conception!

Even Ying Wudao was a little surprised.

He had never seen this trick of the apprentice.

Obviously, this was a sword move that the apprentice had learned before.

Who created this?

It's so powerful!

The perfect fusion of aesthetic conception and killing sword is amazing.

He Yumo's eyes lit up.

He is not afraid of Jiang Changkong's strength, but he is afraid that Jiang Changkong is not worthy of his name, and he is not a sword practitioner.

Now it seems that Jiang Changkong really deserves to be a genius of swordsmanship.

Such a strong artistic conception of swordsmanship is actually used casually, which shows that his understanding in kendo is extremely strong.

That's exactly what he wants.

As the saying goes, there are fewer than a thousand cups of wine for a confidant, and the same is true for swordsmen.

"Good time!"

He Yumo shouted, "Changhong runs through the sun!" ”

With a sword, the drizzle rained in an instant, and a long rainbow suddenly pierced the endless peach blossoms and killed Jiang Changkong.

Jiang Changkong smiled slightly.

"It's over."

With that sword just now, he had already tested He Yumo's true strength.

Then a sword swung out—

Instant eternity!

A sword light appeared like a meteor in an instant, directly scattering the long rainbow and striking He Yumo's chest with the speed of thunder.

He Yumo was struck by lightning.

If it weren't for the heart guard on his chest, this sword would definitely directly pierce his whole person.

The sheer force knocked him away in an instant, flying out of the ring like a meteor.

It flew hundreds of feet away.

Bang!

smashed to the ground.

Pedal Pedal ...... He stomped on the ground again and again, removing the strength from his chest.

He trampled several deep pits on the ground.