He paused for a moment, but Mo Xing suddenly stepped forward.

As Yang Dao became dull, the field he emitted also shrank, making it difficult to affect Moxing at all.

Mo Xing stabbed the spear in his hand again, like killing the Yin Sword before, and stabbed it from behind the Yang Blade, and pierced the Yang Blade's heart with one shot.

Yang Dao's body suddenly received a severe injury, and he had not even woken up, and his eyes were still confused.

bump!

Yang Dao's body fell heavily on the broken ground, and dust flew.

"it's over."

"It's over. After the Yang Sword broke through and entered the king realm, he had no power to resist when facing the young master of the Fantasy World."

"After the young master of the Illusion World entered the kingdom, was his illusion so terrifying? Yang Dao did not seem to wake up from the illusion until he died."

"Although Young Master Fantasy and Moxing won, the price was too high. Moxing was already weak and has received heavy injuries one after another. This injury may not be able to recover until the Divine Marquis Conference begins.

There is also the Young Master of Fantasy, and this is the second time that the Young Master of Fantasy has entered the kingdom. If he wants to participate in the Divine Marquis Conference, he must kill himself again, that is the second time he kills himself."

"The God Marquis Conference has not started yet, but the private battles of a group of geniuses have become so intense. I don't know how tragic it will be when the God Marquis Conference begins. This God Marquis Conference is worthy of being known as the most intense God Marquis Conference!

Below the arena, there were constant exclamations.

Zheng Shiyi looked at Senior Brother Huanshi and Moxing who were walking off the ring and hurriedly met: "Senior Brother Huanshi, Moxing, how are you?"

"I was a little severely injured this time, but I need to go back and recuperate for a while." Mo Xing's face turned pale again as he spoke. In the battle just now, Fantasy World did not receive too serious injuries, but he received severe injuries one after another.

"I just used the illusion technique a little too much. I controlled both of them at the same time and was a little overdrawn. But I had to rest for a while before I could kill myself." Huanshi still spoke calmly.

"Since that's the case, let's go back." Zheng Shiyi said, and the few of them were about to turn around, but another scream came from the distance.

"It's Buqi Tianjian!"

"Buqi Tianjian, someone is going to challenge Buqi Tianjian!"

"I am a genius from Guiyi Sect, who challenges Buqi Tianjian without saying a word!"

"This is a showdown on the sword!"

With the screams of everyone, two figures appeared on another arena beside them.

"Buqi Tianjian..." Zheng Shiyi remembered that he had a chance at the celebration banquet of Senior Brother Huanshi, and he also promised to help his senior brother kill one of them. He turned his head to look.

Fantasy world and Moxing also stopped moving away.

On the ring, a man with a burly figure and burly figure should not be a master of swords, but a heavy weapon such as axes and hammers held a yellow sword and pointed at Buqi Tianjian from afar, and said coldly: "Buqi, based on you, you are not qualified to use the name of Tianjian."

Buqi Tianjian held the half-shaved iron sword, and was silent and looked at the Wushui sword opposite him with a plain expression.

Both of them were not happy to speak. As the sound of a gong sounded, the sword quietly drew out the long sword and stabbed it at the Buqi Tianjian.

His sword does not look sharp, but it has an extraordinary sense of heaviness. When he stabs it with one sword, he can feel a sense of heaviness as the mountains are pressing down.

Buqi Tianjian held the iron sword in both hands, but did not draw the sword. He just moved one step to one side. His steps were not mysterious, but when he moved, he seemed to have blocked all the attack angles of the Wuyu Dijian.

The long sword stabbed out by the silent sword paused slightly, and the body changed to a different angle, and stabbed towards the Buqi Tianjian again.

Under this thorn, a strong wind whistled, and the bitter wind seemed to be about to overturn the ring.

This sword was extremely violent.

The expression on Buqi Tianjian's face still did not change at all. He moved slightly to the side, easily avoiding the attack of the Wushui Dijian, as if only one attack angle was left for the Wushui Dijian.

The burly body of the silent sword suddenly burst out with agility that was extremely inconsistent with the body. The body suddenly jumped out and attacked from the angle left by the Buqi Tianjian.

For a moment, there seemed to be a figure of silent swords on the ring, and there were sword shadows he waved everywhere.

During the fierce attack, Buqi Tianjian finally waved the iron sword in his hand, but he waved slightly towards the air on one side in an understatement.

The next moment, the arm of the Wuyu Dijian took the initiative to send it up. The sword that should have been swept in the air fell down, but it happened to stab the wrist of the Wuyu Dijian.

The rusty iron sword passed by, and the sword holding the sword flew down silently, and the sword fell to the ground.

Buqi Tian Jianshou Jian, but he looked at Di Jian without saying a word. He turned around and walked off the ring, left the crowd, without saying a word from beginning to end.

"What a terrifying Buqi Tianjian." Zheng Shiyi looked at the leaving figure of Buqi Tianjian and sighed: "I now understand the origin of his name. From the beginning of the fight, every step of the opponent's opponent was in his calculations.

In the end, the silent sword seemed to be given a wrist to cut him off. In fact, it was because of his previous layout. The sword was like playing chess. The layout was exquisite and it unknowingly entered his rhythm.

What a horrible opponent.”

"Although Buqi Tianjian wins, his swordsmanship is not the real swordsmanship."

Suddenly, a sound came from the side, but the sound came out, giving people a feeling that it seemed to be able to pierce everything.

A figure flew up and landed on the side to another arena waiting for the challenger.

In the martial arts arena, some challenge the better each other, and the other is that people continue to challenge each other, just like this stage.

The challenger wins and becomes the champion and waits for the next challenge.

A man with a sword-browed star appeared, just standing there, his whole body was like a sharp sword that was unsheathed from a distance, even giving people the illusion that he was not alone, but a sharp sword!

"Oh? Are there any experts to challenge again?"

"Who is this person? He challenged directly. On this arena, Yuan Weiying, a genius of the Yuan family who won four games in a row!"

"It's Young Master Juejian!"

"Young Master Jue Jian, with a voice that is obsessed with swordsmanship, he is known as the first sword master among the younger generation!"

"Is it him?"

"It's him!" Zheng Shiyi looked at the person who fell on the ring, and suddenly the scene of the scene where senior brother Huanshi broke through, and various geniuses were competing for heroes in the night sky. There was a voice in it, shouting that sword is everything.

The sound was full of sharpness, but the sound seemed to pierce the sky. The sound should have been made by the young master Jue Jian.

Yuan Weiying looked at the young master Jue Jian who fell on the ring, and a solemn expression appeared on his face. A blue light appeared on the rare Ziwu Mandarin Duck Axe in his hand.

Young Master Jue Jian's eyes were sharp, looking at Yuan Weiying like a sharp sword, with a smile on his face, but the smile looked equally sharp and unparalleled.

"Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I just let the world know what is the real kendo."

As he finished speaking, a clang of sword drawing sounded, and a silver light shone, and the long sword in his hand pierced in the direction of Yuan Weiying.

A sword flew down, as if a meteor that had cut through the void flashed by.

The silver light flashed.

The next moment, Young Master Jue Jian returned to the sword and entered the sheath, turned around and floated down the arena.

Hissing...

Suddenly, a sound of something tearing came, and Yuan Weiying's clothes suddenly cracked, and a series of gaps were listed. The broken clothes formed the word "Sword"!

It was not until this time that the scratches of sharp swords appeared in the sky.

A sharp aura that seemed to pierce everything in the world spreads.

Yuan Weiying looked at the cracked clothes on her body, and then looked at the young master Jue Jian who had already left, and was completely confused.

There was even a sound of gasping in the air below the ring.

"This... what kind of sword technique is this!"

"It's too fast, this sword technique is too fast. When I stood under the ring, it was almost difficult to see the angle of the young master Jue Jian's sword drawing!"

"Fast, extremely fast!"

"In a short period of time, the word "sword" was stabbed on the other party's clothes, and it did not hurt the other party a little. This kind of sword technique is really terrifying than imagined!"

Sighs were heard constantly.

Among the crowd, one was wearing a Confucian robe but didn't look a bit elegant. Instead, the man exuding endless domineering a disdainful smile appeared on his face. He turned to one side and looked at the other ring to meet the challenge, and his legs gently jumped onto the ring.

Looking at the defender opposite, he stretched out a hand contemptuously and pointed at the other party, "Even if you attack, otherwise you will not have a chance to take action."

Around them, the people who were sighing at the Juejian Young Master, and the power of the sword fell on this stage one after another.

"Who is this? Why is it so arrogant!"

"I have never seen this person before, and there seems to be no such person among the geniuses I have heard of!"

"I don't know about this challenger, but I know that the person opposite him is a master of Guiyi Sect, Gao Wenfei!"

"I remember yesterday, the defender of this arena was Gao Wenfei. There have been seven consecutive masters who have failed to challenge him."

"Although Gao Wenfei cannot enter the first sequence of the competition, he is also a master. It is said that he is only the last line away from breaking through. This time he attended the God Marquis Conference to seek a breakthrough!"

"If he breaks through, he may be able to enter the first sequence of fighting for the position of the Divine Marquis."

“Even if you cannot enter, you should be not far away.”

"Who is this person? He is so arrogant. Don't he know Gao Wenfei?"

After Shi Mo finished speaking, he withdrew his palm and stood there, unable to tell at all the intention of taking the initiative.

Gao Wenfei looked at his opponent's contempt look, and an angry look appeared on his face.

"court death!"
Chapter completed!