In the stands, the Mad Wave Swordsman spoke provocative words to Zero arrogantly, but Zero didn't seem to take him seriously at all.
The pitch-black star eyes were calm and settled somewhere in the void, as if he was looking at something, and it seemed that everything in the world did not fall into his eyes.
"Ding dong—" There was a pleasant knocking sound of jade stones in the air above the arena.
The unruliness on the mad wave swordsman's face instantly subsided, leaving only dignified and serious.
The long sword on his back suddenly flew up according to the master's will, divided into ten parts above his head, and spun rapidly.
This move of Mad Wave Swordsman is called [Hurricane Nineteen Swords], and it is his most proud trick. He has practiced to the highest level and can slow down nineteen flying swords at the same time. Every flying sword rotates at high speed, and its destructive power is comparable to that of a hurricane. , especially in the Spiritual Realm where only very little spiritual power can be used and the battle is mainly based on the soul, this [Hurricane Nineteen Swords] is a deadly trick.
In the arena, every time the Mad Wave Swordsman used this move, the opponent would definitely be unable to parry, and his soul would be greatly consumed. Even if he survived this move, he would not be able to attack in the end.
The ten flying swords made a piercing whistling sound, and flew towards Zero like lightning and flint.
In the stands, several women showed nervous expressions, covered their mouths, and watched Ling's every move closely.
I saw a man standing indifferently, finally moved at this moment.
The slender fingers have distinct knuckles and perfect lines, gently holding on to the black hilt.
When the ten giant swords finally flew in front of him, the long sword in his hand flicked forward.
With a sword slash, everyone in the stands felt a brilliant white light shoot up into the sky, dazzled everyone's eyes.
Immediately afterwards, there was a powerful soul breath that shocked and sealed even the consciousness.
Slashing out with one sword, the ten hurricane swords that came overwhelmingly disintegrated like weathering and shattered in the air.
In the end, it made a clanging sound and turned into the only giant sword that fell to the ground, dimming its light.
However, the remaining power of that sword has not stopped.
He roared towards the stunned Kuanglang Swordsman, the strong wind lifted his clothes and hair, making him into a mess.
And he could only stare wide-eyed in horror, watching the sword aura that opened its mouth like a tiger and bared its fangs, howling through his body.
"Ahhh!!" The Swordsman of the Wild Wave let out a shrill scream.
Then the figure became more and more faint, and finally disappeared on the fighting stage.
The entire arena was caught in a strange competition, but in just a few breaths, the quiet stands suddenly boiled up.
"Did you see it? It's just one sword, just one sword makes the Swordsman of the Mad Wave helpless!"
"Wild Wave Swordsman was seriously injured this time, and he left the Spiritual Realm directly, which means that he has reached the limit of his soul's endurance. After this battle, he will definitely need three to five months to recover."
"I thought that the gap between us and him would be a little smaller after Zero disappeared for thirty or forty years, but I didn't expect that he is still the same as before. He is an unattainable legend."
"This is Zero, this is the god of fighting skills in the Lingling Realm!"
"ZERO-ZERO-ZERO!!!"
The boiling noise turned into a chorus of unison in the end, and everyone stood up, shouting the man's title like fanatical believers.
He is the king of the Arena and the oldest legend in the Spiritual Realm, an existence that all warriors and monks worship.