He is dressed in peerless white, carrying a long sword, handsome and tall, with clear eyes!
Tianjian Jianwushuang is extremely popular among the monks in Longgu County, and is as popular as the God of War.
At this moment, as Jian Wushuang stood up slowly, wearing a white military robe and black hair flying, he walked forward slowly, as if he were a handsome young master from a noble family, with extraordinary grace and dignity.
The young monks were all hoarse, including Qingqiu Xingyao.
"Come on Mr. Jian! Mr. Jian is so handsome!"
Qingqiu Xingyao jumped up and down, cheering loudly, her little face flushed with excitement, she was very cute and cute.
Qingqiu Yueyao looked at her sister's appearance and immediately said with a smile: "You have Mr. Ye on the left and Mr. Jian on the left, which one do you like best?"
"Oh, sister, I hate it! Mr. Ye and Mr. Jian are both my idols, and everyone likes them!"
Qingqiu Xingyao said coquettishly and shook Qingqiu Yueyao's arm.
"The Peerless Sword Lady! The Peerless Sword Lady! The Peerless Sword Lady..."
At this moment, another voice came out that Mou shouted with all his strength, all of which were deep male voices.
I saw a large number of young Longgu County monks chanting his nickname at the moment, waving flags and cheering for him. Obviously He Shaoyao was also very popular, but it was aimed at the young male monks.
On the throne, He Shaoyao stood up with a sword. She had a coquettish appearance and a long figure. She was wearing a blood-colored military skirt. Her whole body exuded a sense of sharpness that seemed to be hidden under the bloody moon, making people feel that she was
The danger, yet willing to perish for it.
"Interesting, He Shaoyao is also a swordsman..."
A smile appeared at the corner of Ye Xingchen's mouth, and his bright eyes swept over Jian Wushuang and then He Shaoyao. This battle was a duel between two sword cultivators. The sword light would roar and the sword energy would soar to the sky.
Of course, Ye Xingchen understood that although He Shaoyao was also a sword cultivator, he was far inferior to Jian Wushuang.
How many swords can defeat He Shaoyao? It probably depends on Jian Wushuang's mood.
On the battlefield, Jian Wushuang stood tall and clear, looking at He Shaoyao opposite him with clear eyes. For some reason, a trace of pity and sigh flashed across his eyes.
The bright red sword in He Shaoyao's hand was unsheathed. The sword was four feet long. The sword was as clear as water, but it was filled with blood, as if it was made of the best blood jade in the world. It exuded blood-colored light and made the body surface shine.
The sword light shines, reflecting He Shaoyao's enchanting and beautiful face, exuding a fatal charm.
Groan!
The bloody long sword swept across the void, the sword light roared, and suddenly the entire void seemed to be cut open by the supreme edge. The bloody sword energy shot into the void, and it actually evolved into ten thousand ways in an instant!
Hee hee hee…
The void is wailing, space cracks are spreading, and the bloody sword energy is endlessly slashing into the void, which is simply impossible to resist!
This move alone is enough to easily kill more than one monk at the late stage of Life Soul Realm. No wonder He Shaoyao can become the first person in the seventh theater standings, he is so powerful!
However, what everyone couldn't imagine was that in the face of He Shaoyao's thousands of bloody sword auras, Jian Wushuang didn't even move a single step. In the next moment, a sword light that surpassed all the bloody sword auras suddenly lit up!
The art of slashing the sky and drawing the sword!
Jian Wushuang used the Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique. When everything returned to calm, all the Longgu County monks opened their eyes wide when they saw the scene on the battlefield!
A bloody long sword was inserted on the battle platform, swinging wildly. The bloody sword kept reflecting the cold light. Beside the long sword, He Shaoyao knelt down half-kneeling, covering his right arm with his left hand. Blood flowed across it, but He Shaoyao knelt down.
However, there was no fluctuation on Hongyao Yaoyi's face at all. His eyes were indifferent and ruthless, and he raised his eyes slightly as he looked at Jian Wushuang.
The whole world is completely silent!
A sword!
Jian Wushuang defeated He Shaoyao with just one sword strike. The battle started and ended in an instant.
Behind him, Yang Wu's sword was still in its sheath, and Jian Wushuang still stood in place, as if he had never made a move or moved even half a step.
But at this moment, Jian Wushuang looked at He Shaoyao with clear eyes, and his voice suddenly sounded.
"It's okay to have hatred in your heart, but you can't let down the sword because of it. The reason why I can defeat you with one sword is not that you are not strong enough, but that your heart is no longer true to the sword. Listen to your sword, it is already crying."
"If you continue like this, you will regret your own qualifications, and there will inevitably be one less peerless swordsman in the world."
Ye Xingchen's eyes moved when he heard Jian Wushuang's words. Jian Wushuang was actually a taciturn person and rarely spoke, but now he spoke, as if to wake up He Shaoyao.
Jian Wushuang's words fell on He Shaoyao's ears. Her charming face was expressionless, but a hint of pain flashed deep in her eyes, but it was replaced by indifference and ruthlessness.
Standing up slowly, He Shaoyao glanced at Jian Wushuang quietly, pulled out the bloody sword with his bloody right hand, turned around and left, but there was a hoarse voice.
"The way of the sword to me is just a means of killing. As long as I can get revenge, I will not hesitate to stop being loyal to the sword."
This was He Shaoyao's answer. It seemed to be a response to Jian Wushuang, and it also seemed to be a response to himself.
Seeing He Shaoyao walking away with his sword, Jian Wushuang's clear eyes once again revealed a sigh and regret, and he turned around and returned to the throne.
The fifth round of the top ten competition has come to an end.
At this point, the real top five are finally born!
God of War Ye Xingchen!
Kill Samsara Ke Xian with an axe!
Magic King Wan Zi Liang!
The green-haired madman strikes with a sword!
Heavenly Sword Wushuang!
The five promoted super geniuses are sitting on the throne, enjoying the cheers and shouts of countless Dragon Bone County monks!
"Very good, the top five have been born, so without further ado, the next step is to advance to the second round. However, due to the number of people, one person will have a bye in the second round."
Governor Fulong's voice resounded, and above the void, five nameplates reappeared and began to flash randomly, intertwining with each other. Finally, one nameplate flew out and suspended in the void.
"The person who got the bye is Wan Ziliang!"
On the throne, Wan Ziliang raised his eyebrows slightly, but he did not expect that he would be given a bye.
This kind of bye is actually a kind of luck, but it is also a good thing for Wan Ziliang. At least it allows him to recharge his batteries and push his condition to its peak.
"The first battle of the second round..."
Swish!
In the void, two jade tablets flew out randomly again, suspended in the void, and the names engraved on them were immediately exposed to everyone's eyes.
"Ye Xingchen versus Ke Xian!"
On the throne, Ke Xian's hand holding the giant ax tightened slightly, and immediately a hint of fighting spirit appeared in his eyes!
His whole body rose into the sky and fell towards the battle platform.
Ye Xingchen also stood up and walked forward slowly.
"God of War! God of War! God of War..."
Ye Xingchen was shouting to the sky, walking like a dragon and a tiger, as if the Emperor of Heaven was on a patrol, his dazzling eyes were deep and his black hair was flying, but when written like this in Ke Xian's eyes, it made him feel a great pressure!
"Ye Xingchen, I know you are very strong, but since we are destined to fight, then I will use all my strength to fight!"
The giant ax in his hand landed on the battlefield and roared, Ke Xian stared at Ye Xingchen and said.
"Let's attack with all our strength."
Ye Xingchen put his hands behind his back, nodded slightly, and spoke lightly.