Lu Siren's eyes flickered, he wanted to know the result more than others, and he had to plan ahead.

In fact, whether it is a sword protector or a bitter face, it is not easy to match. For the Holy Sword Sect, which had just experienced a big battle, and for Lu Siren, who had not yet fully recovered, they were both very tricky opponents. He didn't want to be an enemy of him now unless he had to.

Jiang Bu and the others also think the same way, but the slight difference is that Jiang Bu is more jealous of bitter noodles.

The scene on the martial arts arena appeared in front of everyone.

Kumian's legs sank deeper into the ground, and it was only his feet, but now he didn't reach his knees. The ground centered around him was like a spider's web, covered with dense cracks, and one can imagine the power of the two fighting this time.

What was even more shocking was that there was a deep wound on Kumian's chest, and for some reason, it didn't bleed much.

Everyone gasped, the greedy and bitter face was so seriously injured under the sword protector's sword, so what about the sword protector?

About three feet away from Kumian, the sword guard stood steadily, his face was a little pale, but there were no obvious injuries on the surface.

The bamboo sword was still in his hand, and the light on the sword was a little dim.

"Hey, could it be that this sword protector is unscathed? he was only slightly injured by the shock with a single sword?" said a man who had participated in the sword competition.

"No," said an elder of the Holy Sword Sect next to him, "he was also seriously injured. ”

"Huh, it doesn't look like it......"

At this moment, an exclamation sounded: "Look!"

I saw that the sword protector seemed to be under tremendous pressure, and slowly took a step forward, and after this step, eighteen roars sounded on his body, as if someone had slapped eighteen palms at him out of thin air.

The clothes on the front and back of the sword guard's chest exploded directly into a hole, and it was a palm print. He immediately snorted, and the bamboo sword in his hand was on the ground to support his figure.

Bitterly didn't care about the injuries suffered by the sword guard, but just looked at the sword marks on his body and savored the power of the previous sword.

His face, which had never changed, showed a hint of enjoyment.

The sword protector stabilized his injuries, of course, if he wanted to heal, he had to retreat and heal his injuries, and now he could only suppress his injuries for a short time.

He looked at the bitter face of the greedy martial arts, and a deep fear finally appeared in the eyes of Gujing Bubo, who had been doing it all along.

There have always been rumors on the rivers and lakes about how terrible the greedy and bitter side of the three-fold building is, but only by fighting it in person can you know the true meaning of this rumor.

This man is an absolute madman.

At the level of a sword protector, it is not easy to be injured like this.

Jiupin Lingyuan, from now on, you can look at the top of the mountain, and everything under your feet is an ant. The comprehension of martial arts and the understanding of martial arts by the master of the nine grades have a qualitative change from the time of the eight grades, even if they fall behind for a while, if they have the heart to avoid the edge for a while, they can always protect themselves.

Who would have thought that when the sword protector cast a horizontal style and the two swords of yin and yang slashed down towards the bitter side, he would actually give up his defense, and instead draw the sword intent to his body?

He withdrew his defense, which surprised the sword guard, and at the same time, he also narrowed the distance between the two, so the palm print of his right hand was unavoidable.

It's an injury for an injury, or a life for a life.

Who can not be afraid of such nine products? Without a fight, people will be timid.

Kumian finally opened his eyes, but his eyes were brighter than before.

The physical pain only made him more excited, and his already high-spirited fighting spirit rose even more at this time.

"What a great sword move!" he exclaimed.

If it weren't for the fact that he didn't move the divine power to protect his body, there would not be just a sword mark on his body.

The sword protector's bamboo sword was raised again in his hand: "Very extraordinary palm power!"

"Since we don't have a winner, it's better to stop here, I'm only here to find the lost property of the sect, and it has nothing to do with Your Excellency. The swordman said in a deep voice, he really didn't want to get entangled with this bitter face.

Kumian was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then shook his head.

The sword protector was a little angry: "What, could it be that the lost property of my Hengjian Sect has something to do with you?"

Kumian said seriously: "Don't misunderstand-"

"Now that you're in the game, only one can survive. ”

"Hahaha," the sword protector smiled as he looked up to the sky and smiled, it was the first time he had been so coerced since he became a sword protector.

The clay man still has three points of fire, let alone a sword protector?

"In that case, let's fight again!"

An even more violent wave rose from the swordman's body as if some seal had been broken.

The invisible aura on the sword protector man rose up and went straight to the sky, and the bamboo sword in his hand also radiated brilliance again.

It was a light that shone brighter than daylight, as if it was burning to the extreme.

The emperor is domineering, taking care of the mountains and rivers, and reckless and mighty, how many people in the world are the audience?

This is the strongest sword of the sword protector, the Sun and Moon Sword derived from the Qingfeng Sword Technique.

To be able to become a sword protector, how can he be a mediocre person, he is fortunate to be able to learn the Qingfeng sword technique, and from it he has realized his own unique sun and moon sword.

Because it was created by him, it is the most suitable for him, so it is even more powerful.

Looking at the sword that overshadowed the skylight, he naturally felt the power of this sword, but he was even more excited.

Only such a sword can truly inspire the power of that martial arts.

His body floated up from the hole like a feather.

A trace of blood began to appear in the bitter face's eyes, and the golden light on his body shrank sharply, and in the blink of an eye, all of them were withdrawn into his body.

The immovable magic was put away, but the foundation he had laid remained.

Every part of his body was in a state of extreme excitement, and now every punch and palm could exert all his strength.

Without the shackles of immovable divine skills, the bitter face can already walk.

So he began to walk forward, towards the sword protector whose momentum was rising, towards the incomparably bright and dazzling Sun and Moon First Sword.

Step 1.

A golden halo appeared on his face, not the heavy gold that looked incomparably strong and unbreakable when he performed the Immovable Divine Skill, but rather a kind of sickness.

The sword mark on Kumian's chest collapsed, and blood oozed out of it, dripping to the ground.

Step 2.

The bitter face snorted, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

This was the result of his self-harm, and with his current strength, it was almost impossible to fully perform this set of exercises, so he squeezed his potential and used the method of damaging the source of vitality to allow himself to reach the threshold of casting.

Step 3.

Blood flowed from his ears, and he briefly lost his hearing.

Step 4.

Blood flowed from Kumian's nose, and he also lost his sense of smell.

Step 5.

The bitter face was like ashes, but his eyes were extremely bright, the blood in his pupils turned into a cumbersome symbol, and the momentum around him disappeared, as if he had become an ordinary person.

At this moment, the momentum of the sword protector finally reached its peak, and the sword of the sun and moon turned into a meteor and shot out towards the bitter face.

(End of chapter)