On Tianwu's side, all the cultivators were confused again.
Another sword!
Two people in a row were unable to take the opponent's sword!
You must know that the previous Holy King of the Ministry of War was definitely the best in combat power, but he was still unbeatable.
Could it be that the Tianwu Continent has really declined and is far behind the Zhongtian Continent?
Commander Sun's face turned completely dark.
The other holy kings in the Ministry of War were also extremely angry.
"Haha, the martial arts cultivators in Tianwu Continent are really vulnerable, which makes me very disappointed."
Chen Wuji held his sword and laughed in the audience, looking at the Tianwu cultivators provocatively.
"His sword skills are so strong, he is obviously a genius in sword skills!" Ying Tianzhu and Bingyu said in surprise.
Bai Yinglan was furious. She was now at the second level of the Holy King Realm. If she advanced to the third level, she might not be able to defeat this guy.
Ye Xuan also frowned slightly. He was determined to go out to fight and kill this person, but his cultivation was not at the same level as him.
Some of Tianwu's other high-level Holy Kings also looked ugly. Unfortunately, their cultivation had already exceeded the third level of the Holy King Realm and they were unable to fight.
"Hey, Brother Sun, you have already killed two people in a row, do you still want to send someone to fight?" Fang Gaoji said with a smile.
Sun He's face darkened and he looked back, "Who wants to fight?"
The Tianwu cultivators were slightly silent, and the third-level Saint King Realm cultivators who were caught by Commander Sun's gaze lowered their heads and became silent one by one.
The previous Holy King of War was already extremely powerful and could not withstand the opponent's sword. If we let them fight again, we really have no confidence that we can win.
And once defeated, the opponent's sword will kill the challenger, who dares to fight easily.
Although I felt angry and humiliated, it was nothing compared to my life.
"Oh, let me, an old man like me, go meet him."
Suddenly, a sigh sounded.
Everyone looked around and saw a white-haired old man slowly walking out.
His figure was stooped and trembling, as if he was about to return to the West in his old age.
"Great Elder! Are you going to fight?"
"Grandpa, no!!"
Several people around the white-haired old man suddenly shouted in shock.
The old man waved his hand to stop several people from trying to dissuade him.
"Haha, I was also a sword cultivator who wielded swords in the end of the world. Since I encounter a sword cultivator who wants to fight, there is no reason why I should not fight! I, a sword cultivator, would rather die fighting than live on my knees!"
When the old man said the second half of the sentence, his fierce aura suddenly erupted. The Tianwu cultivators were moved, and even Ye Xuan was shocked.
I, a sword cultivator, can definitely die fighting, but I cannot live on my knees!!
"Okay! Brother, no matter whether we win or lose this battle, you are a well-deserved sword defender!" Although Commander Sun is much more powerful than the old man, he is still regarded as his equal.
The old man nodded, and walked towards the field step by step amid the tragic expressions of his descendants.
"Haha, there is no one left in Tianwu, and they actually sent an old man who is about to die to fight!?"
The Zhongtian group of cultivators suddenly burst into laughter when they saw an old, thin old man walking out shakily.
They saw that the old man was wearing a wide and long Taoist robe, and an alchemist's hat on his head. His eyebrows were long and thin, and the corners of his eyebrows were turned up, just like a mourning eyebrow. The corners of his mouth were drooped, as if he had just died.
My wife looks sad.
The old man was holding a wooden sword in one hand, and his whole figure was like a kite in the wind. It only took a gust of wind to blow him away.
The old man walked to the middle of the field, cupped his hands, and said breathlessly: "Below...below Chen Niba..."
Before he finished speaking, the Zhongtian cultivators burst into laughter: "I don't even have the energy to speak anymore! What a scary name, Chen Niba!"
"Hey, old man, is your wooden sword okay? Is it for your grandson to play with? You'd better go back and lie down, don't embarrass yourself here!"
'Chen Niba' didn't pay attention to them, and just said to Chen Wuji slowly: "Little Chenzi, I don't have any weapons. I only have this wooden sword in my hand that can barely see people. We can be considered the same."
Jia, please draw your sword."
Chen Wuji looked confused, feeling that something was wrong.
And the clan members of ‘Chen Niba’ all had strange expressions on their faces.
Ye Xuan looked stunned, then was speechless, "Chen, your father?"
"You are looking for death!" Chen Wuji's face darkened, and he suddenly realized that the other party was taking advantage of him.
Chen Wuji slashed out with one sword, the energy of the sword was overwhelming, and it was three points sharper than the previous two swords!
"Ahem, as a swordsman, you get angry easily."
When Chen Niba saw the sword energy coming, he didn't forget to say the last sentence. At the same time, he bit the tip of his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood on the wooden sword.
In an instant, the wooden sword suddenly came to life and twisted on its own, as if desperately sucking Chen Niba's blood. Chen Niba's face became increasingly miserable and old, and his eyebrows drooped.
Even more powerful.
Lin Zejie was well-informed. When he saw the true appearance of this sword, he was stunned and said: "Nine Yin Tongmu Sword!"
Ye Xuan raised his eyebrows when he heard this. Tongmu, could it be refined from the tree of the Tongtian Divine Tree?
I saw that as soon as the Jiuyin Tongmu Sword in Chen Niba's hand was stained with blood, a shrill and cold scream suddenly came out from the sword, like a night owl's long cry, which made everyone on the scene tremble with fear and sweat all over their bodies.
Upright.
The Jiuyin Tongmu Sword struggled hard in the hands of 'Chen Niba', like a fierce ghost going crazy and trying to pounce on its target.
'Chen Niba' shouted loudly and slashed out with his sword, facing the silver sword energy that shot towards the sky.
When he slashed out with his sword, the sword energy was twisted like a snake, and vicious and ferocious faces were revealed one after another within it.
boom!
The two sword energy collided in the sky, but neither of them dissipated. The wooden sword of the old man who called himself "Chen Niba" continued to release gray-black smoke. The smoke transformed into one ghost after another, moving towards the opponent's silver sword like a tide.
Throw away the anger.
Chen Wuji's face also turned ugly, and all the sword energy from his body was constantly pouring into his own silver sword energy.
At this moment, everyone on both sides raised their heads and watched the two sword energies fighting in the air.
Chen Wuji's sword energy is like the silver scorching sun, and the sword energy of 'Chen Niba' is like the ghost moon.
But just when Tianwu thought that the old man might win.
Chen Wuji suddenly sneered and said, "You old guy, you first angered me with your words and made my sword power flaw, then you used your essence and blood to strike the strongest sword, trying to win by surprise, but you are too old, now I will give it to you
Go back to the west!"
Wow!
The next moment, Chen Wuji also spurted out a mouthful of blood, and his face turned slightly pale, but his sword energy surged in power, the light shone brightly, and it became a real mighty silver sun, tearing apart all the old man's sword energy and falling with a crash.
, completely submerging the old man's figure.
"Great Elder!!"
"grandfather!!"
Exclaimed in grief, the old man's descendants showed pain on their faces, and many people in Tianwu, including Commander Sun, also sighed softly.
Ye Xuan's face was as gloomy as water, and the murderous intent in his eyes became intense.