Shinto Dantei

Jianwei's calm mood finally began to waver.

His figure suddenly flew out, even faster than before.

brush!

In the entire arena, only his phantom could be seen.

There was not even any trace of where his body was.

"What a fast movement!"

After the sword guard unfolded his movements, many elders were secretly shocked.

His speed was already very fast, but at this moment, his speed actually increased by a few points.

It was like a flash of lightning, suddenly appearing.

You didn't even react, and he rushed in front of you.

laugh!

The black magic sword in the sword guard's hand slashed horizontally.

A terrifying aura suddenly burst out.

It was dark, like an abyss descending.

"Tornado storm!"

Faced with this attack, Zhang Yang stepped forward and stood in the air.

Then, he slashed out a sword with his backhand, and the strong wind wanted to tear the sky apart!

A tornado formed entirely of sword energy appeared in front of everyone.

The center of the arena was completely occupied by the tornado, and it was getting bigger and bigger.

Boom!

With a tearing sound, the void suddenly split open.

Every breath was like a blade cutting through it, causing the earth to tremble.

Zhang Yang and Jianwei fought together in a tornado, and every collision caused the void to tremble.

Gradually, Zhang Yang found that even if he used his emperor-level bloodline, he seemed unable to shake the opponent's body.

There is always an extremely mysterious aura lingering around the other party, as if it can swallow everything.

When the sword energy that he killed fell on him, it would not only cause no harm, but would be swallowed up by an inexplicable force.

"If this continues, I will definitely be defeated!"

Zhang Yang was worthy of the name of Tianjiao, but in just a moment, he saw that the situation was not good.

He doesn't want to continue to delay, and he is at a disadvantage. If he doesn't find a way to break the situation quickly, but continues to delay, defeat will be the only way to go in the end!

Therefore, Zhang Yang is ready to give it a try!

"Dragon Blood Sword Dance!"

The blood in his body surged, as if a wave was rising again.

Immediately afterwards, he held the Qingfeng Magic Sword in the air. Under the urging of a burst of spells, the Qingfeng Magic Sword suddenly expanded to a range of 100 meters. It was extremely hot and slashed towards the sword guard head-on.

"What a delicious blood!"

The sword guard whispered something, then stepped forward and faced him with his sword.

No one could clearly see the direction of his attack. However, under the background of his speed, this apparently ordinary sword move actually had a bit of mystery in it, making it difficult for people to guard against it.

Poof!

There was a loud noise, and the two people passed each other.

Zhang Yang gritted his teeth and felt that the other party had taken away the power of his blow.

Feeling angry, he wanted to fight back, but found a black shadow suddenly rushing towards him.

The speed is so fast that people don’t even have time to react.

Oops……

This was Zhang Yang's last thought.

"stop!"

On the high platform, Sun Ci's pupils suddenly shrank.

He roared angrily, raised his hand and rushed to the ring, trying to stop it.

However, it was too late.

When Zhang Yang reacted, he felt a chill on his neck.

Immediately afterwards, a feeling of powerlessness spread throughout his body.

All the flow of spiritual energy in the body and the control of the sword seemed to have lost their accuracy in an instant.

He saw blood spurting out.

It wasn't until this moment that he realized that he had been slashed with a sword on his neck!

Just as Zhang Yang was about to fall to the ground, the sword guard in front of him stretched out his hand, and there was a strange little bottle in his palm.

He uncorked the bottle and revealed a terrifying suction force from the small bottle, frantically absorbing the blood pouring out of Zhang Yang's neck.

This is the essence and blood of the emperor's veins!

Extremely precious.

When Sun Ci came to the stage, the sword guard had absorbed enough imperial blood essence. He put away the bottle and retreated quickly, just in time to avoid Sun Ci's oncoming sword.

"Zhang Yang!"

Sun Ci helped Zhang Yang up, and without saying a word, he quickly used spiritual energy to stop his bleeding.

The next moment, he took out the elixir and fed it to Zhang Yang's mouth.

After taking the elixir, Zhang Yang's complexion looked a little better.

The wound on his neck stopped there.

"how do you feel?"

Sun Ci was extremely nervous and looked at Zhang Yang intently.

Although the wound was scary, it was not fatal.

After using spiritual energy to stop the bleeding and taking the elixir, Zhang Yang was stabilized.

Zhang Yang told Sun Ci with his eyes that he was fine.

At the same time, he also showed a wry smile.

What a loss!

As one of the strongest geniuses among the younger generation of Lingjian Sect, he has high hopes for himself.

During the competition with Dongjiange, he was provoked by the opponent and was the first to play, but failed to win.

It's really a bit embarrassing.

"It's me who's embarrassed."

Zhang Yang conveyed the message to Sun Ci with difficulty.

Sun Ci shook his head, "You have tried your best."

Then, he raised his head, a flash of anger in his eyes.

At this moment, no words could describe his mood.

Damn it.

I have clearly said before that this is just a friendly discussion and no death blows are allowed.

But the people in Dongjiang Pavilion seemed to turn a deaf ear to this.

Could it be that from beginning to end, he didn't take himself seriously?

"Is this the so-called number one genius of the Lingjian Sect? It's so boring!"

The sword guard put away the bottle silently, stood with his hands behind his back, and said calmly, "The purpose of my coming here is to challenge Zhang Yang. Since I found that he is so vulnerable, there is no need for this challenge." Keep going."

After saying that, he turned around and said to the remaining dozen sword guards, "Let's go!"

Are you leaving like this?

All the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were very angry.

Talking about a friendly discussion, he almost killed our senior brother, and then just wanted to leave as if nothing was wrong.

Why?

Under a burst of booing, many disciples gathered around him, sharing the same hatred.

"What, are you going to stop us?"

The leading sword guard sneered, "I'm afraid you won't be able to stop me!"

As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Those disciples were all extremely angry and gnashed their teeth.

This battle is really about to break out!

"You want to kill my apprentice. As a master, I cannot turn a blind eye to this."

Sun Ci walked out expressionlessly, his eyes calm.

Everyone is undergoing seven changes of life and death. Even if Sun Ci takes action, it is not enough to bully the other party. , Jianwei grinned and raised his fingers.

The meaning is self-evident.

brush!

Sun Ci drew his sword, which was extremely mysterious.

The swordsmanship he practiced was the Dao Tianji Sword.

This sword seems to be illusory, but in fact it contains many changes.

The sword guard slashed out with his sword without hesitation and collided with Sun Ci.

At this moment, the world trembled!