At this moment, Jian Wusheng's sword intent soared into the sky. He walked up to the arena step by step and stood silently in the middle of the arena. The sword in his arms trembled slightly as the sword descended from the sky!
Jian Wusheng, let me fight you!"
After a full 15 minutes, a low growl came from the crowd.
A burly young warrior, who was more than a head taller than an adult man, strode out of the crowd and stepped onto the ring. He stood in front of Jian Wusheng like an iron tower.
North Dark Dragon Palace's Zhan Kong
"Attack!" Jian Wusheng looked at Zhan Kong coldly and said.
"Mad Battle the World!"
Seeing Jian Wusheng's cold gaze, which looked at him like an insignificant ant, Wang Tiezhan immediately felt that he was being looked down upon. He was like an enraged lion. Fiery red Gang Qi surged out and he punched Jian Wusheng.
Boom!
Not bad! You're qualified to take my sword!" A faint light flashed in Jian Wusheng's cold eyes, as if he was interested. He moved the sword in his hand, and the edge of the sword seemed to devour the light. A dark arc cut through the air and actually cut the fist in half. In a flash, the sword had already slashed Wang Tiezhan's body!
Puchi!
Blood splattered everywhere!
Not only did this sword break Zhan Kong's protective dragon soul true energy, but it also killed the peak ninth-layered heaven Zhan Kong, the hall master of the North Dark Dragon Hall.
At this moment, Jian Wusheng slowly withdrew his sword as if he had just done something trivial. His expression did not change.
"Hahahahaha! Jian Wusheng was so awe-inspiring! What a murderous aura! Young Master, I'm so scared!"
A long laugh immediately attracted the attention of everyone on the school field. They looked in the direction of the sound and saw a purple-robed Daoist priest with an evil smile on his face. He held a purple longsword in his hand and slowly walked out of a teahouse.
"Xuanyuan Chihuo!"
When the purple-robed Daoist priest appeared, Jian Wusheng's eyes finally showed a slight fluctuation.
The strongest hall master in the history of the Red Fire Hall
At this moment, Soundless Sword also began to seriously erupt with a shocking sword intent.
Sensing the awe-inspiring sword intent from Jian Wusheng, he raised the purple sword in his hand and said seriously,""Whether I can defeat you or not, we'll know once we try!”
A similarly powerful sword intent instantly shot up from Xuanyuan Chihuo's body!
Boom!
The two invisible sword intents collided. In a trance, everyone felt as if two peerless divine swords had appeared on the stage. One was black and one was purple. One was reserved and deep, while the other was sharp and sharp!
Swoosh! Xuanyuan Chihuo moved his body and slashed out with his sword. The purple sword drew a beautiful arc in the air and stabbed toward Jian Wusheng like a purple lightning bolt.
Ping!
When Xuanyuan Chihuo's sword came, Jian Wusheng did the same. One black and one purple, the two swords clashed.
The two of them clashed with their swords. It seemed calm, but the damage caused was terrifying!
The two of them trembled at the same time, and a strong rebound force came. The two swords were separated in an instant. Chihuo took a step back, and Jian Wusheng, who was opposite him, suddenly swayed.
It seemed like Xuanyuan Chihuo was at a disadvantage in this probing attack.
Xuanyuan Chihuo's eyes burned with fighting spirit as he shouted,"" Purple Flame Thirteen Swords!"
The purple flaming sword shadows flashed in the air like dragons. One, two…thirteen, a total of thirteen huge purple flaming sword shadows. It was hard to tell which one was real and which one was illusory. They all stabbed at Jian Wusheng at the same time!
"Sword of Slaughter! Death Mandala!" Jian Wusheng's eyes flashed. He turned the sword in his hand and a shadow appeared behind him like a flower of death that was slowly blooming. The black sword lights gathered like petals. Regardless of whether they were real or illusory, the thirteen sword shadows were all blocked in front of the black mandala flower!
"You actually abandoned the [Heaven's Path Sword] and didn't use it. I really don't know if I should call you a genius or a lunatic!”The excitement in Xuanyuan Chihuo's eyes grew. He couldn't help but exclaim when he saw Jian Wusheng's sword skill block his 13 Purple Flame Swords.
"Violet Flame Divine Sword! Heaven Burning Purple Flame!"
Xuanyuan Chihuo's sword radiance changed again. The mighty flaming sword Qi flooded toward Jian Wusheng like a tide!
"Sword of Slaughter!" Jian Wusheng was expressionless, as if he had not heard Xuanyuan Zixiao's words. His eyes sparkled as he faced the surging Sword Qi. He slashed out with his sword, and the terrifying killing intent and sword will soared into the sky. The sword hummed and played a sad song that represented death. The black sword light cut through the air and faced the incoming wave of flaming Sword Qi head-on!
Xuanyuan Chihuo's sword was extremely domineering. The sword Qi and flames were violent and seemed to be able to crush everything. Jian Wusheng's sword was a sword of pure slaughter. Other than killing, there was nothing else. It wanted to turn everything into a deathly stillness.
On the arena, the purple and black sword essences collided and surged into the sky. It seemed to have turned into a tangible storm energy that swept in all directions.
Hahaha! Jian Wusheng, let's decide the victor with one strike! Burning Cloud Indefinite Sword!"
On the arena, the two entangled figures suddenly separated. Xuanyuan Chihuo let out a long laugh, and his pneuma surged like purple flames. The phantom sword intent reached its peak and he slashed out!
Purple Qi Comes From The East, Incinerating Clouds!
From where Xuanyuan Chihuo was standing, a long sword with endless flames appeared. A purple sword light rolled up a vast purple tide. The purple gas was boundless, and there seemed to be thousands of sword shadows hidden in it. They seemed real, illusory, and uncertain. They slashed at Jian Wusheng!
"Alright!" Jian Wusheng's expression was still cold. He didn't show any change in expression when he saw Xuanyuan Chihuo use his ultimate move.
"Boundless Killing Sword!"
Behind Jian Wusheng, a God of Death's shadow appeared, holding a black longsword. The black longsword followed an extremely mysterious trajectory and slashed out like a black bolt of lightning!
Wherever it passed, even the vast purple flames could not stop the black sword at all. The illusory purple fire sword shadows were also cut apart by the black sword, unable to stop it at all!
Boundless Killing Sword! Kill for kill, kill for kill! All obstructions were cut in half with a single sword!
Xuanyuan Chihuo wasn't shocked. Instead, he was delighted. This was the Sword of No Life, the Sword of Death!
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