Boom boom boom!

On the fighting stage, large flames flew in all directions, and bursts of roaring were deafening.

After five breaths, layers of defenses were broken down one after another. Ying Tianlong could only subconsciously release a series of defensive talismans in a vain attempt to delay the ten breaths.

But...this is too difficult!

Ying Tianlong secretly felt despair. Before he started, he never thought that he would not even be able to fight back.

"No, I am the genius of the Ying family, a genius who is destined to be promoted to Nascent Soul in the future. I...there is no way I can lose - ah!"

Before the thoughts in his mind could fully arise, he felt a strange force suddenly pass through the black iron spiritual shield above his head and hit the Baihui point of Liuyang Leader.

Buzz!

Ying Tianlong felt as if he had been hit hard, stars suddenly appeared in his eyes, his head became dizzy, his consciousness was instantly dispersed, and his spiritual energy stagnated.

Just because of this oversight, Ying Tianlong's tight defense inadvertently revealed a gap

The next moment, waves of more ferocious and surging power suddenly found their way in, hitting hard on his head, face, chest, abdomen, and Dantian.

Waves of fiery spiritual power quickly blocked his spiritual apertures and meridians.

"Ah!"

Just after seven breaths, two faint screams came out, and Ying Tianlong fell onto the protective mask with a bang like a doll that had been played with, and then slowly slid to the ground.

At this moment, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen, his breath was dying, and he was completely unconscious.

Snap!

Zhao Sheng turned around in the air, approached from far away, tiptoed the ground, and landed easily in front of everyone.

"Who's coming next?"

Zhao Sheng looked at the people in the audience with a smile, his face was refreshed and he didn't even sweat.

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand, and the golden sunfire of the black staff that rolled down not far away flew up from the ground, flew into his hand in a flash, and was then put into the storage bag.

At that time, no one could have expected that Ying Tianlong would be defeated so quickly and so embarrassingly!

Seeing how perverted Zhao Sheng was, most people immediately hesitated, and some simply avoided Zhao Sheng's sight, believing that they were no match for him.

Since his reincarnation, Zhao Sheng has only practiced three body-training techniques over the years.

The main attack of "Vacuum Shattering Yue Palm" is somewhat similar to the skill of beating an ox across a mountain, but it is infinitely more advanced than it.

The reason why Ying Tianlong had no power to fight back was not only because of Zhao Sheng's speed, but more importantly, every time he tried to fight back, an extremely strange force hit his body through layers of defenses, and it was extremely accurate.

It hit his Dantian repeatedly, dissipating his accumulated spiritual power time and time again.

"So Close to the End of the World" is undoubtedly an immortal "light skill", which is similar to the magic power of shrinking into an inch. Within a square inch, it is like teleporting within ten feet.

As for "Immortal Golden Body", there is no need to go into details.

Zhao Sheng was born with a monster-like physique. Under twenty times the gravity, he could still easily run dozens of laps carrying a three hundred kilogram armor.

Ten years ago, when he was still in the realm of Qi refining, he could compete with Zhao Degan, a foundation-building cultivator.

Now that ten years have passed, no one can guess Zhao Sheng's true strength except himself.

Let's put it this way, the unilateral beating of Ying Tianlong just now was just a warm-up, and he didn't even show one-third of his strength.

"I come!"

After hesitating for a breath or two, seeing no one coming forward, Jian Shisan with a stern face suddenly appeared out of the crowd.

On the side, Dong Miaozhen's eyes flashed, and he thought to himself: "Sword Thirteen, although he has only been building the foundation for less than ten years, he has fought countless swords in his life and has rich practical experience. He is also famous as a sword madman in the Sky-Splitting Kendo. So.

Xiu Feng Lei Sword Technique, the best is to use fast to fight fast. I heard that it has reached the realm of sword energy and thunder sound. Now there is a good show!"

While thinking, the protective light shield was opened, Jian Shisan strode onto the fighting stage and stood two feet away from Zhao Sheng.

Just after hearing a sword chant, a three-foot-long silver-white sword flew out from Jian Shisan's palm, as fast as lightning and as fast as a thundering giant. It circled three times in the blink of an eye, and finally fell into Jian Shisan's hand.

"External sword cultivator?" Zhao Sheng's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice.

"Yes! This sword is called Hongdian. It is three feet and three inches long and weighs thirty-six pounds and six taels. It is made of thousand-year-old lightning iron. After decades of refining day and night, this sword has become the same as mine.

Man and sword merge into one. You have to be careful!" Jian Thirteen held the long sword in his hand, his aura changed drastically, and his whole body was like a sharp sword unsheathed, and his whole body was sharp and sharp.

As he finished speaking, wisps of lightning gradually danced on the three-foot-long rainbow sword. A long, bright white sword light appeared at the tip of the sword, and bursts of wind and thunder could be faintly heard in the air.

"Very good. I've long wanted to learn how orthodox swordsmen fight against enemies. Today I finally got what I wanted! Watch carefully, I'm going to attack your left side."

Before he finished speaking, Zhao Sheng disappeared from the place instantly like a phantom.

"cut!"

Before the word "Zhan" came out of his mouth, Jian Shisan's heart trembled, and his consciousness suddenly appeared, and a figure suddenly appeared on the left side of his body.

Zhao Sheng's punch was as fast as lightning, hitting Jian Shisan's waist and ribs in an instant. Before the punch came, the cold wind of the punch caused severe pain in Jian Shisan's ribs, and the alarm sounded loudly in his heart.

Facing a Foundation-Building Sword Cultivator, Zhao Sheng actually still didn't use weapons. I don't know if he is a brave person with a high skill, or if he is arrogant.

But Jian Shisan was extremely angry and felt that the other party looked down on him.

For a moment, he felt angry and decided not to show mercy.

Buzz!

The Rainbow Lightning Sword instantly turned into a beam of lightning, sweeping across the waist. The tip of the sword spit out a little cold star, and shot it towards Zhao Sheng's eyebrows with incomparable accuracy.

Zhao Sheng's eyes reflected a cold star like lightning, and his eyebrows stung extremely.

He secretly praised, and immediately dodged, retracted his fist, turned around, turned his mind point behind Jian Shisan, kicked Kuixing upside down, and pointed directly at the opponent's anus.

"Despicable!"

Although Zhao Sheng's movements were fast, they could not be hidden from his spiritual consciousness. Jian Shisan secretly cursed the opponent for being despicable and shameless. The long sword in his palm was reversed and thrust out from the side. The sword rays were as fast as meteors and stabbed towards Zhao Sheng's face and chest.

belly.

Zhao Sheng retreated violently and did not compete with Jian Shisan.

For a while, he kept flashing around, and countless afterimages flashed forward, left, and right.

At this time, we saw the sound of wind and thunder on the fighting stage, the sword light falling like rain, the sword energy rolling like the sea, waves of flying sword light continuously hitting the protective light shield, creating little ripples.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Unfortunately, although Jian Shisan's sword is as fast as lightning, in Zhao Sheng's eyes, it is a million points slower.

Zhao Sheng had ten thoughts in his mind, one of which was focused on avoiding. The other thoughts were memorizing the Wind and Thunder Sword Technique of Sword Thirteen bit by bit, and he even had the energy to dismantle the opponent's moves.

It seems like a long time has passed, but in fact only a few dozen breaths have passed since the two started fighting.

Although the time was short, it could not stop the two of them from fighting fast. In the blink of an eye, the two sides had fought countless times.

Everyone in the audience was also a little dumbfounded. Most people only saw the sword light on the stage raging like a sea, and felt that Sword Thirteen had the upper hand.

But until now, the ground is still clean and there is no blood.

Tap tap tap!

A series of rapid and sharp footsteps on the ground were like the sound of soul-stirring, and bursts of explosions surrounded Jian Shisan. The sword light spread out like water, but Zhao Sheng easily dodged most of it. If he couldn't avoid it, a burst of spiritual power would pop out.

Either the two cancel each other out, or they cause a deviation.

No matter how hard Jian Shisan used his sword, he couldn't be hurt at all.

At a certain moment, Zhao Sheng's heart moved. When he saw a sword light flying towards him, he blocked it with his arm without dodging.

laugh!

Blood spattered, the skin and flesh split, and there was a deep wound on the arm that was visible to the bone.

At this time, Zhao Sheng saw that the marks on the exposed bones were faint and almost non-existent, and secretly nodded and said: "The Gengjin sword bone has not yet been fully formed, but it can block such a level of sword light. It is very good! According to this kind of defense strength, the spirit

Under the weapon, the magical weapon is difficult to damage."

"Try him again to see how lethal the Geng Jin sword light is?"

With this thought in mind, Zhao Sheng immediately accelerated his pace by three points. He used Ziyang's spiritual power from both hands, knocking away streaks of sword light, and gradually approached Jian Shisan.

A few breaths later, sweat was visible on Jian Shisan's forehead. Although the sword light became more intense and dazzling, the sword circle was slowly compressed to within a week of his body.

"We are going to lose!"

Seeing this situation, everyone had a premonition in their minds.

Sure enough, after only seven or eight breaths, a chuckle was heard coming from the field over the rolling thunder:

"Haha, withdraw!"

As soon as the words fell, everyone's pupils shrank sharply, and their eyes unconsciously followed the rainbow sword flying high.

Ding ding ding!

In mid-air, the Rainbow Sword was like a dying fish, jumping several times, trying to fly back to its master.

Unexpectedly, every time it flicked, a little purple fire would fall onto its sword body out of thin air, imprisoning its spirituality.

In the blink of an eye, the Rainbow Lightning Sword was repeatedly trapped by the purple fire, unable to fall to the ground, and could not help but emit a buzzing sound, just like the wail of the sword.

At this time, Jian Shisan stood still with a pale face, holding his right hand that was bleeding profusely with his left hand, and was speechless for a moment.
To be continued...