Ye Bailiang unleashed his Sword Will and Chen Beixuan followed suit.
Ever since Chen Beixuan received the Sword God's inheritance, everything had been smooth sailing.
Now that he had advanced to the First Stage Finger Profound Realm, he had saved decades of hard work for ordinary people.
But today, he had met a formidable opponent.
A person ranked tenth in the world said with certainty that he wanted to kill him. If it was an ordinary person, they would probably give up.
But Chen Beixuan did not.
Not only would he not give up, but he would also nail all the people who wanted to kill him today in the reeds.
He wanted to show the world the price they had to pay to kill him!
In the desperate situation, Chen Beixuan quickly thought of all the techniques in the Sword God's Legacy.
However, no matter how hard he searched, he actually could not find a sword move that could break through the current situation.
It was naturally easy for sword immortals to fight against enemies, regardless of whether they were the top 13 or the top.
Even ghosts and gods would have to retreat if I were to strike with my sword.
However, Chen Beixuan was different. He was not a Land Deity yet.
Not to mention those experts on the Expert Ranking, perhaps other hidden experts could also take his life.
Therefore, he decided to abandon all his sword techniques and learn from Ye Bai Liang, gathering all his aura and intent into one place.
Born in the Northern Territory, although he had never personally gone to the battlefield.
However, the first thing he knew was that he had to fight to the death in the Northern Territory.
Chen Beixuan released all his energy and channeled it into the two weapons.
The brilliant sword light spat out, even concealing the appearance of the sword and sword from before.
Boom!
The sound of muffled thunder rang out in the sky.
The people participating in the Xiangyang Sacrifice looked at the previously clear sky suddenly darken and were puzzled.
It looked like a storm was coming?
The weather had changed too quickly.
Before they could complain, they heard the sound of thunder, which made their hearts tremble.
Unbeknownst to them, two people waved their weapons at the same time.
Ye Bai Liang's sword slashed down like a flood dragon descending from the heavens, its might unstoppable.
Before the attack arrived, the power emitted by the sword aura cleared the reed marsh.
The ground rolled over as if it was the end of the world. The dark clouds in the sky became even thicker, as if a heavy rain was about to fall in the next moment.
The howling of the wind was like the angry howls of resentful ghosts, making this Xiangyang Sacrifice even more fitting.
Lao Wang nodded slightly in response to this attack.
"You have the will of a sword immortal, but you don't have the realm of a sword immortal. Even if I don't hurt you, you'll have to recuperate for a long time if you forcefully use this sword.”
He muttered as he swung out the 10,000 jin sword in his hand.
The name of the sword was the name of his sword move.
At this moment, when the sword was swung down, no matter how strong the wind whistled, or how it looked like a flood dragon, it could not block the power of this sword!
No one below the Land Deity Realm could withstand this sword!
The sword light flew straight forward, and countless sword Qi were crushed like dried weeds. Then, it was the sword momentum, and then, it was Ye Bai Liang.
The world seemed to have been cut in half by this sword.
"This is…the Dao of the Sword that I have been pursuing…"
A huge wound suddenly appeared on Ye Bai Liang's chest, from his shoulder to his lower abdomen, almost splitting his body in half!
The green-robed swordsman was sent flying hundreds of feet away and crashed heavily into the Qingyang Lake. No one knew if he was dead or alive.
Old Wang drew his sword and panted twice. He shook his head helplessly.
"Sigh, I'm really old.”
This duel between swordsmen ended with Lao Wang's victory.
But thinking about it, this was normal.
Even though Ye Bai Liang had the title of Sword Champion, he had just left the mountain not long ago. His realm was only at the first stage of Vajra Realm. He could not even enter the top ten of the list of martial arts world experts.
Although Old Wang had been silent for so long and was old, his strength had regressed.
After all, not everyone was a Martial Saint of the Martial Saint City. The older they were, the stronger they were.
But after all, Wang Jiujian's name had only lost to the Martial Saint's sword.
A first-grade Celestial Phenomenon was only half a step away from becoming a demigod.
How many people in the world could take a sword from him?
At the same time, Chen Beixuan also swung his sword.
Ye Bai Liang's sword intent was purely sword dao, while his sword intent was mutually destructive.
At that moment, he was enveloped by Zhou Kunlun's attack and could not dodge it. He would definitely be severely injured if he blocked it.
Therefore, at this moment, he completely ignored his defense and used all his strength to attack.
Chen Beixuan let out a deep roar and swung his sword forward like a furious lion!
Zhou Kunlun's expression finally changed drastically. His pupils constricted, and he was extremely shocked.
Chen Beixuan was determined to kill him.
Everyone knew that the Northern Region people were not afraid of death. Otherwise, the Northern Region King would not be here today. It was precisely because they were not afraid of death that no one in the world was not afraid of them.
But this prince of the Northern Region was not afraid of death?
Both sides were going to kill each other, and it seemed like they could not avoid it. It was inevitable that both sides would suffer heavy losses, and it was even possible that both of them would die.
Finally, at the last moment, World's Thirteenth cowered.
Chen Beixuan wanted to trade his life for Zhou Kunlun's, but Zhou Kunlun had no choice.
Thinking about it, the reason why so many people didn't go for revenge was probably because they were afraid.
He was afraid that he would die, so he hid and pretended to be fearless.
Chen Beixuan's words had hurt his heart, which was why he was so furious that he wanted to kill Chen Beixuan even if he was seriously injured.
However, at this critical moment, he was still afraid.
The staff force suddenly stopped. He wanted to withdraw and retreat, but the qi in his entire body instantly flowed back to his body, causing him to suffer an unclear backlash.
Chen Beixuan almost burst out laughing.
What tenth in the world? He was actually just a martial artist who was afraid of death!
He knew that he had won this battle!
However, the final slash still came down heavily. As the saber and sword fell, World's Thirteenth's chest was slashed open, and his left arm was cut off!
So this was what it felt like to live towards death.
This sword had almost exhausted all of his strength.
If compared to Ye Bai Liang's world-shocking sword, its power was several times stronger, but the momentum of the scene was much smaller.
However, after this life-risking sword move was slashed down, the sky that had darkened because of Ye Bai Liang's sword intent instantly cleared up.
The dark clouds in the sky seemed to have been blown away by a hurricane and disappeared in an instant.
The strong wind that had been blowing stopped in an instant.
The sky instantly became cloudless!
This time, his momentum had probably surpassed that of the green-robed swordsman.
Even though he and Ye Bai Liang had not fought, but in this battle, he had won too thoroughly.
So what if he had a sword crown? He had lost to him twice. In the future, should he not take a detour when he saw him?
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