With a sound of "Dang—", a sword fell from the sky, and it was instantly inserted on the peak of Zhaojiang.
The sword fell into the waterfall, and an instant terrible murderous impact came, like a stormy sea, blasting in all directions.
"My god-" When the terrible murderous aura hits like a stormy sea, I don't know how many monks are shocked by it, and there are also many shallow monks who were blown away in this instant.
Even in the sound of "chicking, chick, chick", there was a monk powerhouse who could not stop the murderous aura from the impact, and was instantly wounded.
As the battlefield of Zhaojiangfeng, all the strong monks stayed far away and kept a long enough distance from them. However, at this moment, many monks were still wounded by murderous auras. It is conceivable that the impact came. How terrible is his murderous spirit.
"Jian Jiu—" When the murderous aura dissipated, I saw a person standing on Zhaojiang Peak. This was Jian Jiu.
The arrival of Jian Jiu instantly silenced the whole scene, and all the monks could not help holding their breath.
Jian Jiu, or Jian Jiu, although he was suppressed by Li Qiye last time and saved his life with Jian Dun, but within a short period of time, his injuries were completely healed. Seeing his appearance, Daoxing has become more diligent and more powerful. Strong.
Jian Jiu was still so indifferent. When his indifferent gaze swept away, everyone was like a dead person, and he didn't have any mood swings.
"Jian Jiu is Jian Jiu." No matter who it is, seeing Jian Jiu feels an uncomfortable feeling in his heart.
Even if it was someone who was stronger than Jian Jiu, but when I saw Jian Jiu, I didn't dare to be careless in my heart.
Jian Jiu is so daunting. The indifference and murderous aura on him is unique. Even if he is not a killer, the murderous aura on him is even more terrifying than a killer.
When Jian Jiu’s indifferent gaze swept away, anyone felt that he was no different from the dead in Jian Jiu’s eyes, no matter what kind of background he was, how strong his strength was, but, in Jian Jiu’s eyes, In binoculars, there is no difference.
It seems that from Jian Jiu's point of view, there is no difference between anyone, it is just a dead person.
Therefore, when Jian Jiu’s indifferent gaze swept past, I don’t know how many cultivators couldn’t help but feel frustrated in their hearts. People who have not seen Jian Jiu before saw Jian Jiu. It really deserves its reputation.
At this time, Jian Jiu stared at Li Qiye indifferently, his eyes still so indifferent.
Seeing Jian Jiu's gaze on Li Qiye, many monks were shocked, and some people even guessed whether Jian Jiu and Li Qiye would conflict again.
After all, Jian Jiu had suffered a big loss in Li Qiye's hands before that, and was suppressed by Li Qiye, and almost lost a life. Such a fiasco is a shame for many monks. The strong monks will find ways to wash away their shame.
However, when Jian Jiu looked at Li Qiye indifferently, he didn't have the anger that everyone imagined, or instantly murderous, and he didn't mean to attack Li Qiye.
Jian Jiu looked at Li Qiye's gaze, still so indifferent, and he didn't have any mood swings. He couldn't see whether it was anger or fear. In short, it was just so indifferent, without the slightest mood swing.
With Jian Jiu's appearance, it seemed that the person suppressed by Li Qiye was not him, or he had forgotten what was suppressed by Li Qiye.
Jian Jiu's indifferent expression, without the slightest emotional fluctuation, was indeed out of everyone's expectations.
Under Jian Jiu's indifferent gaze, Li Qiye's expression was very calm. If it was someone else, he would have felt hairy a long time ago.
"There are really two brushes." Looking at Jian Jiu, Li Qiye applauded and said with a smile: "In a short period of time, not only was the injury recovered, but it was also stronger. The swordsmanship has improved, and it is true. The more frustrated, the more courageous. This courage and courage is really worthy of admiration."
Li Qiye's words immediately caused many people to feel hairy. Among all the people present, who would dare to speak to Jian Jiu so carelessly and frivolously.
However, Li Qiye didn't care at all, didn't feel any at all, and just said it casually.
Such an attitude did not make many monks amazed. This nouveau riche is indeed extraordinary, and it is so arrogant to everyone, it seems that he does not know how the word "fear" is written.
At this time, there were also many strong monks secretly aiming at Jian Jiu, but Jian Jiu was still indifferent.
"Really an amazing person." Some of the older generations could not help but nod lightly.
Li Qiye once suppressed Jian Jiu, and Jian Jiu almost died in Li Qiye's hands. For someone else, Li Qiye exposed his scars in public. Even if he didn't get furious, his heart could still be suppressed. anger.
However, Jian Jiu didn't have the slightest mood swings, he was still so indifferent, such a mind, such a boldness, it is indeed very important, how many people can do it.
Jian Jiu stood there indifferently, without any mood swings, as if he hadn't heard Li Qiye's words, and did not shy away from what Li Qiye said, it was so peaceful.
This alone really made many experts amazed. Jian Jiu is Jian Jiu, and it is indeed different.
"Dao Xing has improved again, and Kendo has become stronger again." Looking at Jian Jiu who was indifferent, there were also many monks who were strong in their hearts.
In the past, Jian Jiu was scary enough, not to mention the general monk powerhouse, even the heads of the great sects were equally afraid of Jian Jiu.
The current Jian Jiu, in a short period of time, the kendo is more powerful, just imagine, let alone other people, even the existence of Jianzhou Six Sect Masters and Jianzhou Six Emperors are the same as fearful Jian Jiu.
At this moment, even the Earth Sword Master looked at Jian Jiu with a solemn expression, without the slightest intention of underestimating the enemy.
"It's no wonder that the Broken Wave Sabre Venerable will be cut." An ancestor of the Great Teacher looked at Jian Jiu for a while, and finally said softly: "If you are alone, there are not many people in the older generation who are his opponents. Even if it is the Six Sect Masters of Jianzhou and the Six Emperors of Jianzhou, there are not many of them that can not be cut by the sword by him. If he can cultivate the sword ten, I am afraid that only the five giants will take the shot."
"Is there such a strong one? Sword Ten aspires to be the top five?" Some young strong were shocked.
For many monks, the five giants of Jianzhou are the most powerful and supreme beings.
"Although it's not enough, I'm afraid it's not far." The great ancestor said solemnly, "No matter how much he has practiced. Sword ten is enough to be proud of the world. After all, sword thirteen is enough. Lord Slayer."
In this case, so many people could not help but become silent.
The Sword Thirteen in the Sacred Land of Sword that year ended up with the Dao Sovereign. If Sword Nine was the top ten of the sword, what would it be like
"Sword Master Songye, is there any chance of winning?" Some cultivators who had good relations with the Wooden Sword Saint Nation looked at Jian Jiu and couldn't help but said worriedly.
At this time, Jian Jiu made anyone feel hairy. Although, there is no lack of powerful existence in Jianzhou, like Jianzhou Double Saints, Most Holy City Lord, etc., it is possible that they are stronger or not weaker than Jianzhou Nine.
However, these people will be respected when people talk about it, but when it comes to Jian Jiu, it makes people feel like death is so close to oneself.
Especially when facing Jian Jiu directly, it made many monks beat drums in their hearts, and even those who were unhelpful, their legs became weak.
This is the terrible place of Jian Jiu. He is not considered to be indiscriminately killing innocent people. It can even be said that among the many powerful people, Jian Jiu killed not many people, but it is just such a frightening soul. Everyone feels scared.
Looking at Jian Jiu, everyone realized that the Matsuba Jian host would not be big.
"Sword Master Songye, even if it is lost, it must be a battle." Someone who knows Sword Master Songye could not help but sigh softly.
Sword Master Matsuba, as one of the six Sect Masters of Jianzhou, has a respectable position. Of course, he cannot escape like other people, or should not fight.
Jian Jiu challenged him, even if he was not sure, he would still challenge him.
At this time, Princess Ning Zhu also watched this scene quietly. Although she knew what the outcome would be, she couldn't change it.
Even if she could beg Li Qiye to take action, but her master Songye Sword Master absolutely would not allow such a thing to happen, this is the pride of Songye Sword Master!
I don't know if it's not sinking, a full moon is already high, and tonight is the night of the full moon, and it's time for the decisive battle.
"Are you going to start?" Many strong men looked up at the full moon high in the sky, and couldn't help but said softly, "Where is the Sword Master Songye?"
There was a sound of "Om-", and at this moment, the majestic breath came to his face, eloquently.
This majestic aura is not overbearing, nor will it instantly impact all the monks, nor will it instantly knock the nearby monks into the air.
This majestic breath is endless, and there is a burst of vitality that instantly hits your face, giving people a refreshing feeling, in such endless vitality, people can easily blend in without noticing it. In such a breath.
In such endless vitality, it is also mixed with vigor, it seems like a rock in the river, nothing can shake it.
"Sword Master Matsuba is here." Although I haven't seen him, in this endless vitality, everyone knows that this is the breath of the Sword Master Matsuba.
At this moment, I heard the sound of "crashing" water, and there was a touch of emerald green passing through the lake. From the reflection in the lake, it seemed that a true emerald dragon passed through the entire cloud in an instant. Like Mengze, the speed is extremely fast.