Rebirth Zuo Wei

"This girl, her comprehension is simply monstrous!"

"I thought supernatural powers were Chinese cabbage!"

"I don't know if you have noticed, but these supernatural powers are not ordinary supernatural powers, but contain extremely strong soul coercion!"

"Soul Sword Master!!!!!!"

Qian Sha Moxie stood there with his clothes fluttering, and said calmly: "You are actually a soul sword master!"

Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Shangxuan Guyue's sonic attack was useless to her at all. It's a joke. Soul sword masters are second only to soul warlocks. They are experts in soul attacks. How could they be afraid of the sonic attacks of the soul department?

Zuo Wei smiled lightly: "Peak Master, I'm afraid a mere soul sword master can't stop you!"

Qian Sha Moxie smiled coldly, and said no more, the cold knife in his hand flashed coldly, suddenly, a terrifying coercion bloomed from the cold knife, the feeling that the soul trembled...

The young swordsmen who were invited this time were all panicked and panicked to suppress the rioting power in their bodies. Some of them were not as good as they were, and their will was on the verge of collapse.

Seeing this, the emperor of the Zuo family, who was the referee, yelled: "Relax!!!" With a yell, Sanskrit spread into everyone's heart like a spell of clearing the heart, and the swordsmen suddenly fell silent, but They all looked at Qian Sha Moxie in a panic.

Mo Duxuan and the others were surprised: "Qiansha Moxie, he has actually condensed the sword soul!!"

"How old is he, he condenses the soul of the sword when he is less than 30! He hasn't even reached the realm of chaos!"

"This child's soul power is also extremely terrifying!"

The emperors were shocked one after another today, but Qian Sha Moxie has always been known as a martial arts genius, but after a while, they accepted it, but Zuo Wei's chances of winning have been infinitely reduced to the lowest by them.

Soul of the sword, but very scary.

"One Sword Heavenly Soul!" Qiansha Moxie felt a sense of extraordinary spiritual wisdom after injecting the cold knife into the knife soul in Qiansha Moxie's hand, and a huge soul body shot out from the knife.Just like the skeleton warrior who fought on the battlefield in his previous life, full of fighting spirit and resentment, he tried to tear Zuo Wei apart!

Bang, the entire space was locked by the spirit's aura, and the terrifying knife whizzed black ghostly wind in the terrifying soul's hand, and slashed down!

Zuo Wei clenched the black sword in his hand.With bright eyes, holding the sword in both hands, take a step forward!

Keng! ! ! ! ! ! ~~~~~, the streamer is overflowing, off the court.The young swordsman, the swordsman couldn't help but back away, and sat cross-legged to adjust his internal breath.

"Sword Soul!!!"

"Oh my god. Soul of the sword!!!!!!"

"Damn! This young master of the Zuo family is only 20 years old!"

"It's more evil than Qiansha Moxie!"

The emperors almost slipped off their chairs, the younger generation, except for the disciples of the Zuo family who jumped for joy, most of the others looked constipated.

You are just a genius... why bother at such a young age, with such a genius, there is no room for them to comfort themselves! ! !What a shame~~~~~

The referee laughed, haha, the young master of the left family is mighty!

"Okay. Let's see who is stronger between the two of us!" Qian Sha Moxie laughed, his hair fluttering, and his tall body was like a warrior standing tall in the world.The cold sword in his hand is like a tiger and a tiger, and the fierce sword light is like a shattered water mirror and moonlight, beautiful and dangerous!

Zuo Wei greeted him with a smile.The sword shines brightly, just as they predicted and expected, this is almost the pinnacle battle of young swordsmen, swordsmen!

The speed of the two of them skyrocketed, and no one could even detect their afterimages. Except for Nalan Qingcheng and the others, ordinary geniuses and even Hai Tianxi and the others had gloomy faces, because they couldn't see the speed of the two of them at all.

Mantu Mao Mao said with a bitter face: "But my sister's speed is so fast!" The ancient manghuang body still has an obvious fatal flaw, that is, its speed is very poor.

Long Lingyan smiled. In comparison, her precious granddaughter seems to have no weaknesses...

Swordsmen are actually very weak in defense, but Zuo Wei is different. Her physique and bloodline destined her to be a swordsman with a wider path than others.

The referee added another layer to the barrier, but there was no way, the strength of the two had already risen to the six-star level of chaos.

"Horror, is this the strength that a king should have?!!!"

"Pervert, it makes people speechless!"

The emperors of the Zuo family have a lot of old gods here, hehe, Zuo Wei fought with Zuo Baiyang before, and her combat power is comparable to that of the emperor of chaos. But now, it's not the end of Zuo Wei's strength.

Zuo Wei was in high spirits, and Qian Sha Moxie was also full of fighting spirit. The fighting spirit of the two was soaring, and the people outside the field were excited.

However, Qian Sha Moxie became more and more surprised, because he found that from the beginning to the end, Zuo Wei used very little energy, far from reaching the level of a king, and felt a chill in his heart, this woman is so terrifying!

It can't be delayed anymore, she didn't use her full strength at all! , Qian Sha Moxie pursed his lips, and suddenly slid his body over ten meters away, his terrifying aura rose to the apex. Although he hadn't reached the half-step king, he was only one step away from that step. This aura is naturally terrifying.

"Sadness of the sword!!!" From the palm of Qiansha Moxie, a bloody red evil spirit spread, making Zuo Weiyi raise his eyebrows.

The realm of grief and evil is said to be one of the wonderful realms among practitioners. It is one of the most difficult artistic concepts to comprehend when the sadness and evil energy are condensed into one, which can affect people's mood. It is even more difficult than Zuo Wei's killing mood. A little higher.

The black and red sword lights covered the entire competition space, as if they were shrouded in a sad state that was difficult to break free.

"Zuo Wei, we are finally going to lose!" the viewers thought in their hearts.

The emperors of the Zuo family can't sit still, Zuo Wei is strong and strong, but this sad state is one of the wonderful artistic conceptions that ignores cultivation, if the state of mind and soul are not enough, losing is inevitable...

"That's it, Liu Guang." A soft sentence floated out of the blood-red artistic conception, and in an instant, blood overflowed from the corner of Qiansha Moxie's mouth, and the cold knife was stuck on the ground. There is a hole in the heart, there is a small hole, just a little bit, it can penetrate his heart veins and take his life.

Everyone was stunned, but Qiansha Moxie seemed to have a premonition, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and said lightly: "I was wrong, the soul and artistic conception of a soul sword master are not comparable to ordinary monks."

The artistic conception collapsed, and Zuo Wei walked out of it.

No trace of dust on the body.

Zuo Wei smiled lightly: "You are the most powerful swordsman I have ever seen."

Qian Sha Moxie shook his head, turned around and walked off the stage, suddenly turned to Zuo Wei and said, "If you don't even use half of your strength, I think you will be qualified to challenge her in the future."

Ignoring Zuo Wei's reaction, he walked back to his seat.

"Her?" Zuo Wei returned to his seat, still with a hint of doubt.

Zuo Dao shook his head: "Qiansha Burial Snow, Situ Jingxuan, and Tantai Jingzang are the most terrifying geniuses born in this era. It is not clear who is strong and who is weak. They are also under 30 years old, but their strength... I am afraid that even You will also be stressed."

Zuo Wei nodded, she can be compared with Situ Jingxuan, how can she be an ordinary person, she is really under pressure.

Zuo Daoheng sighed in his heart, there is actually another woman who is even more dangerous to their Zuo family, that is Dugu Yiren, a swordsman like a demon.

"By the way, how much strength did you use before?"

"It should be half of half!" The energy is indeed only used so much, but other things such as the sword of killing the heart are not counted...

Zuo Dao groaned, touched his chin, and thought to himself: "In this way, Zuo Wei may not be the opponent of those people in the future... It's just that he is the youngest and there is not enough time."

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The following competitions are very exciting, because the candidates for the competition are all in the first class, as if they are the protagonists, and Nalan Qingcheng had that mysterious battle, no one dared to touch her brow, and Jimo Qingyuan, Yan Cangming and the others have never been challenged at all.

Lu Shaoyou challenged Shangxuan Guyue, but was defeated by ten tricks. In the end, Shangxuan Guyue left a cold sentence: "You think you are an ancient wild body?!! You dare to provoke me!"

Indeed, the Shangxuan Guyue battle made everyone despise him a lot, but now, Shangxuan Guyue has slapped these people hard, they are not ancient manghuang bodies!

Lu Shaoyou's strength was about the same as Lin Yu's. Lin Yu, who lost to Nalan Qingcheng, wanted to wash away his shame, and then set his sights on Shui Yunhaoyu. In the end, he was completely defeated!

Next, as if everyone was full of anger, the people of the first class challenged back and forth, even Jimo Qingyuan and Yan Cangming were named.

The result was shocking, Lin Yu couldn't even catch Jimo Qingyuan's move, and Shangxuan Guyue was pierced through both wrists by Yan Cangming's sword.

"My sword is already faster than your sonic attack, how can you be my opponent!" A few words made Shangxuan Guyue's face turn pale, and Nalan Qingcheng and others couldn't help but shrink back.

Zuo Wei supported his forehead, and said calmly: "What a powerful swordsmanship: "It's powerful, but it doesn't show mountains or dews. This is a truly frightening swordsman.

Yan Cangming did not step down, but stood on the stage, turned his head and glanced at Zhi Mo Wen, Zhi Mo Wen smiled wryly and shook his head: "I can't predict your sword, you know it better than anyone else."

Yan Cangming was noncommittal, looked at Nalan Qingcheng, Nalan Qingcheng smiled, and jumped onto the stage: "I am not your opponent, but I would like to see how big the gap between you and me is."

Yan Cang smiled lightly, he was arrogant, and even most of the younger generation here couldn't catch his eyes, but this Nalan Qingcheng, who was a few years younger than him, was the same kind of person as him.

"Then see how much strength you can force out of me!"

Nalan Qingcheng smiled, and the air suddenly froze: "Space blockade!"

"Space ripple mysteries!"

One sword!penetrate!

Suddenly, Nalan Qingcheng disappeared into the interlayer of space in a flash, and in the next second, the entire space was shattered and distorted, and the space dimension blade was so fierce that it was cut!

"Not bad attack!" Yan Cangming said lightly, pointing the tip of the sword: "Starlight!"