Feng Qiao stood in the center of the storm holding the killing order, with circles of black air flowing around his body, exuding a cold and evil air.
He was three meters tall and could look down at Zhang Ruochen and said: "Zhang Ruochen, it is undoubtedly a pain for you to continue living in this world. Let me send you on your way and end your tragic life."
Feng Qiao once again raised the killing order, and dense inscriptions appeared on the token, which was more than ten feet high. Faintly, a human-shaped shadow could be seen, integrating with the killing order.
Zhang Ruochen stared at the figure on the killing order, his eyes filled with coldness, and said in a low voice: "If you want to kill me, I'm afraid you are not strong enough."
"Zheng!"
Shen Yuan's ancient sword made a harsh sound, flew towards Zhang Ruochen, and floated in front of him.
It has refined four blood blades, absorbed enough power, and restored it to the level of a thousand-patterned holy weapon.
Following that, Zhang Ruochen poured the holy energy and sword intent into Shen Yuan's ancient sword. A distant voice came from the sword body, saying: "Hundreds of years have passed, Zhang... Zhang Ruochen, how did you... just
Wake me up?"
That is the communication between the sword spirit and its master, and outsiders cannot hear it at all.
Hearing the familiar voice from the sword spirit, Zhang Ruochen suppressed the excitement in his heart and said: "Shen Yuan, fight me first and overcome the difficulties in front of you. I still have many things to ask you."
"It doesn't matter, I have been sleeping for too long, and my thinking has become quite slow. I really should have a good fight to restore my peak will."
The next moment, the surface of Shen Yuan's ancient sword emitted jet-black brilliance and poured out in all directions.
At first, the black brilliance only enveloped Zhang Ruochen.
Gradually, the arena with a radius of a hundred feet also turned into darkness.
Looking up from below, you can only see a huge black sphere, like a black hole hanging in mid-air.
Even the half-saint's eyes could only vaguely see thousands of sword energies appearing in the black sphere.
"Zhang Ruochen was seriously injured. He is clearly at the end of his strength, so why does he still have the strength to fight?"
"Why do I feel...Zhang Ruochen seems to be getting stronger."
Jian Kongzi stood behind Wan Zhiyi, the holy sword on his back trembling violently.
His eyes showed a rather shocking expression, and he said: "It's not that Zhang Ruochen has become stronger, but that the black sword has reached the level of a thousand-marked sacred weapon, and merged with Zhang Ruochen to form a
A state where man and sword are united."
The only one present was Jian Kongzi, who was a real sword cultivator. He had cultivated Jian San to great perfection, so naturally he had the most say.
Next to him, a Half-Saint from the Ministry of War asked: "How can a man and a sword become one?"
Jian Kongzi said: "Among sword cultivators, it is one of the top-level methods. Not only does it require the sword cultivator to reach the point where the human sword becomes one, but it also requires a material. Swords and spirits are all top-notch holy swords. Holy swords
You must also form a mysterious fit with the master, so that the two can truly become one." Jian Kongzi stared at the ancient sword of Shen Yuan floating in front of Zhang Ruochen with very envious eyes.
For a sword cultivator, the lifelong goal is to find, or cultivate, such a sword.
The sword is the sword cultivator's best friend.
On the gladiator stage, Zhang Ruochen and Shen Yuan's ancient sword merged into one, as if only one sword was left, and as if only Zhang Ruochen's figure was left.
People are also swords, and swords are also people.
"Uh-huh."
The black sword turned into a black light and flew out.
It's not that Feng Qin has never fought against sword cultivators, but he has never encountered a situation like this before.
Fengqiao controls the killing order and blocks forward.
"Bang."
A strong impact surged out from the sword body.
At the same time, sword energy from all directions gathered together and collided with the killing order, causing a large red spark to appear.
Feng Qiao's arms made a "pop" sound, and he took three steps back before dispelling the powerful force.
Fortunately, the Killing Order is made of special materials.
If it had been a hundred-marked sacred weapon, it would have been destroyed by this sword.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword flew in mid-air, flew around in a circle, and swung the sword down again, hitting Feng Qiao's neck. Feng Qiao had no choice but to issue a kill order again to resist Zhang Ruochen's attack.
The situation of this battle finally turned around, Zhang Ruochen suppressed Feng Qin.
Feng Qiao is naturally a very impressive person. No matter how fierce and sophisticated Zhang Ruochen's sword moves are, they are unable to break through his defense.
This person's cultivation and combat power have obviously reached the top level of a sixth-order semi-saint. At the same level, perhaps only the Holy Body can defeat him.
However, Feng Qiao was also complaining secretly in his heart.
Shen Yuan's ancient sword is too sharp. Every time the sword falls, it will leave a mark on the killing order. I am afraid that the killing order will be invalidated soon.
Once he loses the killing order, how can he block Zhang Ruochen's sword moves?
"Snapped!"
Zhang Ruochen struck dozens of swords in a row, and the killing order finally couldn't bear it anymore, and a gap opened.
Feng Qin was naturally very unwilling. His cultivation level was clearly much higher than Zhang Ruochen's, so how could he lose to him?
What's more, once defeated, it means death.
No matter what, you should try it once before the killing order is completely broken.
"Zhang Ruochen, your strength is indeed quite amazing. You can actually force me to use my last trump card. However, everything must come to an end after all."
"The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods."
Fengqiao's body was like a piece of wood, burning with a crackling sound. The originally strong body of three meters tall was about to become sluggish, and after a while, it was as thin as a human-shaped bamboo pole.
The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods is a kind of secret technique "the method of communicating with the gods" originating from ancient witchcraft.
The Witch Way is older than the three ways today. It is the cultivation method of the human race in the oldest period. After the rise of the Three Ways, the Witch Way gradually withdrew from the stage of history.
Even if there were successors of witchcraft or secret techniques of witchcraft in later generations, there was no one who mastered them all.
The method of communicating with the gods can burn the monk's blood, essence, and holy energy, thereby exploding ten times more power than himself in a very short period of time.
Nowadays, most of the secret techniques circulated in the Kunlun world to stimulate one's own combat power are evolved from the divine method.
The method of burning wood to communicate with the gods is one of them.
Executing such a secret technique has huge side effects. It will not only severely damage your vitality, but also risk your state of decline. Generally, no one will use it unless it is a last resort.
The power fluctuations in Feng Bird's body continued to rise, and the energy emanating from it swept across the entire arena.
"Boom."
The kill order was issued, aiming to kill with one strike.
At this moment, Shen Yuan's ancient sword also burst out with a power that destroyed the heaven and earth. Thousands of inscriptions emerged, forming a thousand lines of destructive power.
Zhang Ruochen had no other choice but to use Qianwen's destructive power to block this blow.
Fengqiao is trying his best, so why isn't he trying his best?
"Poof!"? As Shen Yuan's ancient sword swung out, it was like cutting tofu, splitting the bodies of Po Killing and Feng Qin into two at the same time.
Crimson blood surged out from Feng Bird's waist.
When he died, Feng Qin was also very surprised. He stretched out a hand with difficulty, pointed at Zhang Ruochen, and said: "You... you... dare to use... Qianwen... to destroy... to destroy..."
With a bang, Fengqiao's upper body fell to the ground.
Zhang Ruochen held the bloody Shen Yuan ancient sword, supported his body with the sword, stared at the corpse on the ground, gasped, and said: "Why are you so sure that I will not use the Qianwen Destruction Power?"
He has been forced into a desperate situation, so how can he care about so much?
When the wind bird fell, everyone present was suffocated by it.
Some of them were surprised, some felt puzzled, and some looked astonished.
Immediately afterwards, the crowd became excited and talked about it.
"Feng Qin originally had the strength to kill Zhang Ruochen, but it's a pity that Zhang Ruochen fought to the death and pulled him back."
"The Ministry of War has lost two domain kings in a row, and they were both sixth-order semi-saints. The losses were too heavy. I wonder who will take action next?"
"No matter who takes action, Zhang Ruochen can easily kill Zhang Ruochen. Zhang Ruochen, who has used Qianwen's destructive power, has exhausted his holy energy and there is no way he will have the strength to fight again."
Everyone knows that once Zhang Ruochen uses the Thousand Marks Destruction Power, it means that he will definitely die on the gladiatorial stage.
However, even if he died, he was still quite brilliant.
After all, he had just arrived in the Central Territory, less than a month ago, but he had already killed several kings of the Ministry of War. Even the high-level half-saints of the Demon Sect, the Black Market, and the Death Zen Sect had no outstanding achievements when fighting against the Ministry of War.
The half-saints of the Ministry of War can naturally see that Zhang Ruochen is like fish on the chopping board and can only be slaughtered by others.
"I'm going to take Zhang Ruochen's life."
"Zhao Luo, your cultivation level is too low, you should let me deal with Zhang Ruochen."
"You are only a third-level semi-saint, so why do you say that my level is low?"
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After a scramble, Jinyue King "Tong Dong" rushed out first and boarded the arena.
At this moment, Zhang Ruochen was indeed quite weak, with more than 80% of the holy energy in his body having been consumed. He could only use Shen Yuan's ancient sword to prop up his body to prevent him from falling down.
However, Zhang Ruochen was not completely powerless to fight back.
Tong Dong's cultivation level is not too high, only the third-level semi-saint level.
He was naturally very happy to be able to break out from the semi-saints of the military department and seize the huge military merit of killing Zhang Ruochen.
Because of this, he quite underestimated the enemy.
Tong Dong had just landed on the fighting stage and before he could stand firm, Zhang Ruochen mobilized his mental power and fired a three-foot-long lightning blade, hitting him on the body.
"Snapped!"
Tong Dong made a muffled sound from his mouth and flew out.
His whole body was covered with tiny lightning bolts, and a foot-long blood-red wound was opened on his abdomen.