This time, it seems that everyone has become calmer, and no one is eager to get ahead.
At this moment, a lazy figure walked out slowly, and seeing him appear, the people just glanced at him faintly, and did not feel too much pressure.
Zui Qianshou, no one except Ye Futian knows where he comes from. He only knows his name. His cultivation is acceptable. Now he is a seventh-class prince, Jian Xiu.
But the previous battle was not particularly eye-catching and narrowly defeated the opponent, so not many people cared.
Many people are thinking, drunk Qianshou, who will he choose as his opponent
"I challenge, Yan Jiu." Zui Qianshou's voice was lazy, with a calm smile on his face, but his deep eyes suddenly became extremely solemn.
Yan Jiu, the descendant of the Sword Saint Villa. After Yan Wuji, Yan Wuji was the second swordsman among the four great swordsmen in Huangzhou. Now, although he is not as high as the master of Xuelou, some people call him his swordsmanship. No less than listening to the Snow Swordsman, but listening to the Snow Swordsman's sword is a sword of killing. If you fight for life, the world thinks that listening to the Snow Swordsman will win.
In today’s battlefield, Yan Jiu and Xu Que should be the best in swordsmanship. Many people are surprised when Drunk Qianshou challenged Yan Jiu, but maybe this is the pride of Jian Xiu, who is the strongest in swordsmanship. People, to prove their own sword, this drunkenness is also worthy of admiration.
Yan Jiu stepped out, sweeping towards Zui Qianshou with an indifferent expression. Zui Qianshou was not the opponent he wanted to challenge, but since Zui Qianshou came out, then he had no choice but to fulfill the opponent.
The sword intent is flowing, as before. Thousands of sword auras turn into a rain of swords in the sky, killing and cutting towards Zui Qianshou's body. Zui Qianshou draws his sword, using life soul as the sword, his life soul sword is as thin as a cicada. Wings, like transparent, when the sword was drawn, a sword curtain appeared around the body, strands of sword aura flowed from the body, cutting off the sword rain from the killing, and above the void, an epee appeared in the sword rain, from The sky fell, killing everything, as if trying to kill Zui Qianshou's body there.
"Chichi..." a sharp sword whistle sounded, and Drunk Qianshou's body moved, and he escaped from the suppression of the heavy sword. The sharp sword in his hand was so sharp that he cut through the rain of swords and carried the sword with him. Moved, traversed a weird arc, and went directly out of the range of the heavy sword's attack, and continued to move forward towards Yan Jiu.
In the direction of the Supreme Dao Palace, the sword demon's eyes flashed, and the sword shadow seemed to be familiar.
Yan Jiu's expression did not move. The sharp swords behind him were ringing in his ears. Thousands of sword intents gathered and turned into Nine Swords. With his finger pointing towards one, Nine Swords broke through the air and killed Xiang Zui Qianshou, Nine Swords. He didn't go with him, but at different speeds, as if deliberately staggering the angle of time, he faintly blocked Zui Qianshou's evasive route.
Sealing sword style in the nine swords of heaven and man.
Jiu Jian was killed instantly, Zui Qianshou glanced at him, and then his body was like a shadow of a light sword, his sword continued to cut the sword energy, but his body skills did not stop at all. He turned into a ghost-like figure, as drunk as drunk. Like a human, fold forward, the sword lights seem to jump and shuttle forward, connecting into a perfect arc, and passing by the last sword in the nine swords.
"How can Zui Qianshou be so strong?" Qin Yin and others from Jiuxian Mountain all showed different colors. Isn't Zui Qianshou a casual cultivator in Baidi City? At the beginning, Li Xun had invited him several times, but he refused, only knowing that this person was addicted to alcohol, but now he is able to fight Yan Jiu.
Zui Qianshou's actions are like running clouds and flowing water, seemingly easy, but in fact it is extremely thrilling, Yan Jiu's sword is so powerful, and if he is not careful, he will be pierced by a sword.
Lightning flashes across the void, killing Zui Qianshou, who is constantly approaching Yan Jiu. The light and shadow sword is like a flash of lightning, but at this moment, Zui Qianshou suddenly burst out with an incomparable sword light, and his speed has also become Faster, as if it was no longer a person, but like a sword crossing an incredible curve in the void, like the streamer of a sword.
A series of terrifying swords blasted into the void, and they made a violent roar, and the light and shadow swords pierced into the void at the same time.
"Is this Drunken Sword?" Someone in the Most Sacred Dao Palace looked at the sword demon, Zui Qianshou also drank in the battlefield, his body seemed drunk.
"This is not the Drunken Sword." The Sword Demon looked solemn and said: "This is the Ghost Sword."
The eyes of the people around the sword demon's body flashed, and there was a wave of waves in their eyes. Is the ghost sword that has disappeared for a long time
In the battlefield, there was a phantom of drunken sorrow, and the afterimages were like illusions, passing from different directions, and descending beside Yan Jiu like ghosts and ghosts.
At this moment, Yan Jiu closed his eyes, and the sword of life and soul bloomed out, the heaven and the earth resonated, and the ten thousand swords in the void trembled and screamed loudly.
"Heavenly Sword Promise, all swords come out, kill." Yan Jiu's voice fell, his body of will seemed to be integrated with the endless sword intent between the vast world and the earth, and on his body, there was a row of incomparably gorgeous brilliance. The blind spot, all close people are killed.
Everyone only saw the many phantoms of Zui Qianshou merged into one, where an extremely dazzling sword light burst out, and their bodies broke apart at the touch of a touch. When the sword light was dim, everybody saw Yan Jiu’s face. A blood stain unexpectedly appeared. Someone saw Yan Jiu dodge in the sword light, otherwise the blood stain would not be on the face, but on the throat.
As for Zui Qianshou, he was even more miserable. He was bloodied and shocking, but he still had a calm smile on his face, and he was defeated.
Sometimes in practice, talent can determine the future, even if you work hard, you will still be shackled by talent, so he still lost to Yan Jiu.
"Who is Gui Jianshou?" Yan Jiu stared at Zui Qianshou, and many people realized that the two names seemed a little similar.
Back then, the Promise Sword and the Ghost Sword among the Four Great Swordsmen fought against each other. In the end, the famous Ghost Sword was abolished. There are many rumors that he is dead, and there are also rumors that he is living an ordinary life incognito.
"Guess?" Zui Qianchou said with a smile, then turned and walked away.
"Would you like to enter my door?" At this moment, the sword demon said in the direction of the most holy Taoist palace. Zui Qianshou raised his head to look at the sword demon and said: "Since I have met a famous teacher, I can't worship people of the same name as my teacher. Forgive me."
"There is no need to apprentice a teacher, just practice under my sect." The Sword Demon said again. Back then, the ghost sword was abolished for the four major sword repairs. It was indeed a pity.
Zui Qianshou glanced at the Sword Demon, then knelt on his knees, and said: "Master once said that he had been cooking wine and discussing swords with the Sword Demon, and he admired him very much. If he can practice under the predecessor's school, Master will be happy. ."
"Get up." Sword Demon nodded: "I also want to see you Master again when I have a chance."
"Master has passed away." Zui Qianshou buckled his head and stood up, the sword demon was taken aback, and then bowed to the distance, sighing: "The deserted state is one less sword."
Zui Qianshou retired from the battlefield. The people looked at his back and felt a little uneasy. The master was dead, but they were unwilling to go to the sword demon. This person had a strong character. Qin Yin and the others were even more surprised. Obviously they did not expect Jiuxian Mountain. A casual cultivator in the area turned out to be a ghost sword disciple. So, when the ghost sword was abandoned, he lived in seclusion in the Baidi City in the Jiuxian Mountain area
Ye Futian stared at Zui Qianshou's back. He saw that Zui Qianshou's back was a little sad and not the slightest joy. He chose to challenge Yan Jiu on this battlefield, presumably because he wanted to regain the lost for his master. Glory, let the world remember him as a master, but he was defeated, so Zui Qianshou was not happy.
There was also a wave in Yan Jiu's heart. Drunk Qianshou was defeated and was accepted by the Sword Demon, but everyone knew the grievances between the Sword Saint Villa and the Ghost Sword, and the Sword Demon naturally knew that, then, would the Sword Demon still be willing to let him Does he start to repair the sword
He came to the Holy Road, in addition to seeing the arrogance of the desolate state, he also had another purpose, that is, to enter the sword demon, practice the sword of the sword demon, and learn from the strengths of a hundred schools to become stronger.
He came from the Sword Saint Villa, but he hasn't had a master's inheritance. If he can learn from the sword demon, he would be equivalent to the two top sword repair inheritances in the desert state.
But now, he wasn't sure what the Sword Demon thought, but he didn't care too much. His sword would prove everything, even if the Sword Demon didn't accept him as a disciple.
"Next battle." After Yan Jiu returned, the old man on the ladder continued.
The first battle of this second round left a very deep impression on people. The strong duel between Yan Jiu and Zui Qianshou seemed to herald the beginning of a battle between the strong.
Seeing that everyone was not moving, Bing Yi glanced at Chu Chang, Chu Chang hesitated slightly, and then saw Bing Yi stepping out on her own.
This earthly saint has an outstanding face, and her body reveals a cold, arrogant and noble beauty. When she sees her appearing, many people are emotional, and the one who walks out at will now may be the arrogant figure of the top power in the deserted state.
But, who will this earthly saint pick as his opponent
Bing Yi came to the center of the battlefield, her beautiful eyes fell on Ye Futian, and she said, "You should be out of the game by this step."
Many people's eyes fell on Ye Futian, are they picking him again
Ye Futian stepped out, looked at this worldly saint, and said lightly: "You seem to be very prejudiced against me?"
Bingyi's eyes were calm. If he was prejudiced, it might be because Ye Futian looked at her with unscrupulous eyes in the holy road. Moreover, he opened three major ruins and his cultivation was clearly not strong, but he did what many people wanted to do but did not do. To the thing.
Now in the battlefield, I have come here all the way, and I don't know if it is accidental or luck.
"I have no prejudice against you, it's just that you don't belong to this battlefield anymore." Bing Yi's expression was as calm as water, and he didn't belong to the people on the battlefield, so naturally he should be out.
She wants to see a stronger battlefield and compete with her on the same stage.
Ye Futian looked at Bing Yi, does it belong to this battlefield, and when is Bing Yi's turn to make this conclusion
Perhaps, it's just that she thinks she is self-righteous and believes that what she thinks is right, and she cares about other people's thoughts.
"Ugly people often make trouble." Ye Futian smiled. Before Bingyi went to Yan Prison City to snatch the account of the holy order, he was also liquidated!