"You haven't pretended enough, keep pretending, otherwise you will never have a chance to pretend again..."
boom!
Countless martial arts practitioners burst into flames.
Damn, who is pretending?
Sword Eleven says he will kill you in one move.
You just give people the last chance to show off.
What the hell, is there anyone bigger than you pretend to be?
At this moment, Ke Shangtian's eyes were filled with crazy hatred, and he even roared regardless of his image.
"Eleventh Grandmaster, this beast is useless except for his physical strength. He can kill him instantly with one sword, and there is no suspense. He thought he was in the Talisman Tower. Did Yao Zu help him?"
Ever since he knew that the so-called Ni Daye was Lin Xi in front of him, and that this grandson even dared to enter Kunning Palace, the royal family and the Man family had lost more than 4,000 giants and powerful men. This kind of thing simply made him terrified.
It ruined his good relationship with Qin Feixian and made him lose face.
The evil eldest brother Ke Ritian came forward, and the soon-to-be sister-in-law Qing Dieyi secretly took action, but they failed to suppress him, leaving many dandies in the imperial capital to lose their pants even when fishing.
In particular, this guy directly asked Talisman to take away the Talisman Masters Union General Building, and the entire major force mysteriously disappeared.
It doesn't matter if the Talisman Master's Guild is gone, it doesn't matter if the Talisman Tower is gone.
The key is that Qin Feixian also disappeared.
It feels so damn good that not only is my hat, but my hair is also green.
At this time, he wished that someone would come forward and suppress Lin Xi and kill him instantly.
He can't, but his elder brother seems to be reluctant.
But what about this powerful swordsman?
That was a genius swordsman from the Heavenly Sword Sect, the sect known as the most powerful sect from the Holy Land of Qingchao City!
At this time, Ke Ritian was leading a group of dudes to watch the battle.
He was in a very bad mood.
Qing Dieyi helped him deal with Lin Xi, which gave him a bad reputation as someone who could win but could not afford to lose. He developed an incomprehensible hatred with Lin Xi.
In particular, he later learned that a batch of high-level talismans in his hand were actually his younger brother Ke Shangtian, who had imprisoned Lin Xi's business representative, and all the talismans taken away belonged to Lin Xi.
As a self-proclaimed and powerful man who wants to stand at the pinnacle of martial arts in the mainland, his martial arts heart has flaws, and he no longer has the same ambition and consciousness as before, which was contemptuous of everything.
At this time, when I saw a sword cultivator like Jian Shiyi, I compared it secretly and realized that the gap between myself and others was not even the slightest bit.
With that sword strike just now, even though he had advanced to the middle stage of the ninth level of great power, he could not catch that sword strike.
Sword Eleven's sword hit him so hard that at this moment, he lost his mind, felt confused, his thoughts were confused, and his whole body's aura was rushing back, showing signs of being possessed.
At this time, a tender voice sounded in his ears:
"You are only thirty years old, and your martial arts journey has just begun. There is no Holy Land behind you, no respected masters, and no resources of the Holy Land, but you still suppress one party, lead a generation, are invincible at the same level, and are proud of the Qin Dynasty.
You have to go out, go to Qingchao City, go to the Central Territory, your light will become more and more brilliant with your steps, you will still be brilliant step by step, towards the pinnacle of martial arts, you are the best, there is no one else.
…”
Ke Ritian's eyes became firm again, and his breath gradually calmed down.
Gently holding Qingdieyi's extended hand.
"I know that once I understand who I am, I will work harder. There is a place for me at the top of the continent!"
At this time, Sword Eleven is as tall and straight as a long sword.
"I won't think that you are stronger than an ant just because of your speaking skills."
boom!
His long fingers grasped the hilt of the sword behind his shoulder.
In an instant, his whole body erupted with even more powerful sword power and sword intention.
Countless rays of sword intent shot out in all directions, forming a substantial sword light that pierced the void, like a wave of swords.
The entire Qinggang World Formation was completely inspired by the sword intent, the barrier appeared, and the two confronting figures seemed to be in another world at this time.
Sword Three and Sword Nine stand tall and straight, and there is no fear that Sword Eleven will be in danger.
Because that's impossible.
Just like the information they already know, the reason why Lin Xi has such a notorious reputation is that he has been in special circumstances many times, which gave him the opportunity to kill a large number of giants and powerful men.
The weapon spirits in the Talisman Tower and the Zhenyuan God-devouring Formation supported by Kunning Palace were all coincidences that made his combat power infinitely larger.
His luck is against the heavens, his realm and strength are mediocre.
Above this arena, the Qinggang World Formation is only a seal and a guardian, and does not deprive the fighting parties of any other abilities.
Will an accident happen in such a situation?
You see, right now, Junior Brother Jian Eleven just erupted with a wave of sword intent, knocking Lin Xi to his feet.
Once the sword is drawn, how can Lin Xi, an ant, survive?
At this time, an extremely discordant voice sounded.
"You two, do you want to make a bet? Let's bet on who can walk out of this arena alive between Jian Shiyi and Lin Xi?"
Chixiaotian!
It turned out to be Chi Xiaotian, the candidate of the Qingfu Sect.
Jian San and Jian Jiu turned to look at Chi Xiaotian with mocking smiles on their lips.
"Does the candidate for the Holy Son want to bet that my junior brother will win? Then we don't bet. If we bet, we will definitely lose. Do you think that all sword cultivators are fools?"
Chi Xiaotian looked a little strange at this time.
As if to suppress the shock in his heart, the muscles on his face and his eyes seemed to be trembling slightly.
And there was a deeper emotion of unwillingness and disbelief, hidden deep in his eyes.
It seemed that at this time, his heart was very complicated, with extremely shocked and extremely angry emotions mixed together, making him seem a little abnormal at this time.
"Haha, haha, how can I bet that Junior Brother Eleven will win? If I want to bet, I'll bet that bastard Lin Xi to win. What, you two can't accept it?"
Jian San's pupils shrank sharply.
"What, you want to manipulate the arena and make my junior brother lose on purpose? Let me remind you, if you dare to do this, one of our sects will be completely destroyed!"
The corners of Chi Xiaotian's mouth were twitching.
I screamed in my heart.
"I will be your sister's hands and feet. There are people who make hands and feet, but how can it be me?"
At this time he sneered:
"Then there's no need to gamble, let's just look at the results. As for me cheating to help Lin Xi, hell, he is also the person I want to kill, okay?"
After saying this, he turned around and ignored Jian San.
Jian San was shocked and looked at Lin Xi, who was struggling to keep his body stable amid the suppression of Jian Eleven's sword power and the surge of sword intent.
A bad premonition gradually emerged in my heart.
"Haha, look, this is Lin Xi, the fierce demon who is killing everyone. He can't even withstand the sword power and intention of the great master of swordsmanship. He dares to talk nonsense and give the great master a chance to show off. This beast has already
I was completely lost due to my previous bad luck!"
"Oh my God, I saw Lin Xi covered in blood and already injured by the sword. The difference between this and this... is so huge. Once the eleventh sword master draws his sword, my mother, you can imagine the result.
…”
Just when everyone thought that Lin Xi was bound to die.
Lin Xi was suppressed by the force of the sword and injured completely by the sword's intention.
He slowly raised his hand, made a fist seal with his palm, and slowly advanced towards Jian Shiyi.