Jun Wushuang's challenge immediately made the entire Wanjian Emperor Sect become murderous.
Sword cultivators are the most lethal warriors.
Nowadays, no one can tolerate being challenged.
Even the Leiyin Sword Master has a high fighting spirit and vows to defeat Jun Wushuang and show his power in the Eastern Region.
The first step of the challenge is to clear the field!
Everyone retreated to the surrounding areas, giving way to the entire square.
Not only that, Leiyin Sword Master also activated a corner of the imperial formation to cover the entire square to prevent powerful battle fluctuations from harming innocent people.
Jun Wushuang stood in the center of the square with his hands behind his hands.
The wind blows, black clothes are blowing, and black hair is flying.
Dark and profound demonic power emanated from his body, like a bottomless black hole, attracting everyone's attention.
"He is indeed the famous Saint Xuanhuang in the Eastern Region. His courage alone is beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Sword Master Leiyin secretly praised in his heart.
He actually didn't reject Jun Wushuang's challenge.
Warriors must fight!
Sword cultivators need to fight even more. Only through constant fighting can a stronger person be made stronger.
Although there are struggles within the Wanjian Emperor Sect, they are still flowers in the greenhouse.
Only by experiencing more battles can we truly grow.
This challenge, regardless of victory or defeat, is a good thing for Leiyin Sword Master.
If the top ten swordsmen win, not only can they protect the sect's face, but they can also become famous.
If they lose, it can also sharpen their character and make them realize their shame and become brave again.
Leiyin Sword Master is different from others. Although he values reputation, he does not take it too seriously.
What he admires more is strong strength.
Of course, he won't show these thoughts.
At this time, his face was cold and solemn, and he looked at the nine swordsmen.
"Sage Xuanhuang has traveled thousands of miles to challenge me. Which of you is willing to be the first to fight?"
Whoosh!
As soon as Leiyin Sword Master finished speaking, a figure flew out impatiently.
Sword eyebrows, starry eyes, peerless white clothes.
It is the second sword: Feng Zhiling!
"Great Elder, I am willing to be the first to fight!"
"Last time at the canonization ceremony, I accidentally lost to him. Today I want to take back the shame I once suffered!"
Feng Zhiling's eyes were firm and full of belief in victory.
Feng Zhiling is the second swordsman, and his strength has been upgraded to the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm.
Among the top ten swordsmen, it is second only to Wuliangjianzi, which ranks first.
At this time Wuliang Jianzi has not arrived yet. He is the strongest among the nine swordsmen. If he fights, he will have greater confidence.
However, before Leiyin Sword Master could agree, Jun Wushuang suddenly interrupted.
"Sorry, I refuse!"
Um?
Everyone was confused and didn't know why, and they all looked at Jun Wushuang.
"What? Are you afraid of losing to me and losing the face of your Xuanhuang Saint?"
"Hmph, you were just lucky last time. This time I am fully prepared and will not give you any chance again."
"Of course, if you are scared, you can kneel down and kowtow to me now to beg for mercy. Maybe I am in a good mood and can let you go!"
Jun Wushuang's refusal made Feng Zhiling look evil.
At this time, he spoke coldly, not hiding his sarcasm.
Everyone looked at Jun Wushuang with eyes filled with surprise and suspicion.
Is it true that as Feng Zhiling said, he was afraid of losing to Feng Zhiling and thus losing his reputation?
After all, many people are even more afraid of falling into the clouds after experiencing the infinite scenery.
Is Jun Wushuang also this kind of person?
"Afraid of you?"
Jun Wushuang sneered.
"The reason I refuse is that you are too weak and not worthy of fighting with me."
"Last time at the canonization ceremony, I could easily defeat you. Now you are no longer my opponent."
"Among the top ten swordsmen, the only one I really like is Wuliangjianzi. As for you, you are too weak."
Jun Wushuang is here to declare his sovereignty this time, so he needs to be more domineering.
Of course, he was telling the truth.
Although Feng Zhiling broke through to the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm and his strength improved a lot, his strength improved even more.
Both at the ninth level of the Martial Emperor Realm, Jun Wushuang could defeat Feng Zhiling with one hand.
The defeat of his generals is nothing to worry about.
"What did you say?"
Jun Wushuang's words made Feng Zhiling furious.
His eyes were spitting fire, his facial features were twisted, and he was staring at Jun Wushuang, extremely angry.
He didn't expect that Jun Wushuang would dare to despise him so much.
This is showing contempt for yourself in public!
"It's so arrogant and overestimating one's own abilities. You dare to say such big words."
"Senior Brother Feng Zhiling, I can't stand it anymore. Please give this frog in the well a lesson and let him know the consequences of his arrogance."
"Our Ten Thousand Swords Emperor Sect is an immortal force and is a swordsman known for killing. How can we be no match for an arrogant frog in the well? We must defeat him and make him kneel on the ground and beg for mercy."
Jun Wushuang's arrogant words once again aroused the anger of many disciples of the Wanjian Emperor Sect.
Suddenly, everyone's eyes widened with anger, and they gnashed their teeth in hatred towards Jun Wushuang.
Whoosh!
Feng Zhiling rushed directly into the square, reached out and took out a holy sword.
At the canonization ceremony, his Qinggang Holy Sword was taken away by Jun Wushuang, but this time, in order to deal with Jun Wushuang, he took out another holy sword.
This sword is as thin as a cicada's wing, but extremely sharp. With a slight shake, a cicada chirping sound can be heard.
Feng Zhiling took action with anger, the Dharma fused into his body, activated the cicada-winged holy sword with all his strength, and was blessed by the sword intention of the wind.
Whoosh!
With a slash of the sword, thirty-six 100-meter-sized strong winds roared out. Each one was extremely sharp and could split mountains and crack the ground. It was extremely sharp.
Not only that, as the sword was slashed out, countless cicadas chirped in the sky and earth, turning into a terrifying spiritual attack and heading straight for Jun Wushuang.
With this sword, Feng Zhiling did not hold back and went all out, vowing to avenge his previous humiliation.
However, facing this sword, Jun Wushuang showed no fear at all.
He stretched out his hand to grab it, and found the Shura Demonic Sword in his hand.
"A mountain of corpses and a sea of blood!"
With one slash, everyone's eyes turned to blood.
Jun Wushuang stood with a sword in hand, walking out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood, like a real Shura Demon God.
when!
There was a loud noise, and Feng Zhiling flew a hundred meters upside down, his face turned pale.