Chapter 982 Who is the real number one swordsman in the world
Nangong Ling!
The eldest disciple of Piaohua Palace, who is unparalleled in splendor and wisdom.
An insidious woman who relied on conspiracy and tricks to almost let Lingling die in her own hands!
The moment she saw her, Lingling felt an inexplicable surge of resentment and rejection in her heart. She instinctively wanted to kill her and torture this hateful woman.
"Leave this woman to me."
She gritted her teeth and said, "Kill everyone else, no one will be spared!"
"Although her strength is good, she is only a spiritual master after all, and she is no longer on the same level as you." The bald man standing beside her frowned and said lightly, "Caring too much about the weak will harm your future.
The path of spiritual practice is not a good thing."
"What a shame!" Lingling rolled her eyes at him angrily, "Do you want to take care of it?"
Seeing that she was stubborn, Ge Lai stopped trying to persuade her. He just sighed and shook his head helplessly.
Just as the two were talking, the white-robed swordsman Feng Shisan and the green-robed swordsman Hu Chacha behind them had already deployed their movements and appeared above Nangong Ling and others in an instant.
Two terrifying pressures fell on everyone, and the domineering Saint Realm instantly shrouded the world. Nangong Ling and others who were still talking felt their whole bodies stiffen, as if their hands and feet were grabbed by invisible forces. For a moment,
Unable to move.
Thirteen Feng didn't say much. He slowly grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist with his right hand, and his sharp eyes fell directly on Leng Wushuang's uneven figure.
There was no evil thought in his bright eyes, only endless killing intent.
This woman is too fast. If she runs away, even a saint may not be able to catch up!
Kill her first!
The heart moves with the thought, and the sword intention is born.
Leng Wushuang couldn't even see his movements clearly, and then she felt an extremely sharp sword energy coming towards her eyes. With the terrifying speed of her holy light body and the way of instant light, she could not even dodge.
Can't do it.
Just because Feng Shisan’s swordsmanship is extremely terrifying, it’s called the “Way of Cause and Effect”.
Cause and effect, cause and effect, if there is a cause, there will be an effect.
Drawing the sword is the cause, hitting the sword is the effect!
Theoretically, whenever he draws his sword, it will never fail.
The previous stalemate with Leng Wushuang was because the assassin girl's physique, great ways and fighting style were all good at speed. When the speed reached a certain level, she actually had the momentum to transcend cause and effect.
Now that Feng Shisan has been promoted to a saint, his strength has greatly increased. The power of the law of cause and effect has become more than ten times stronger. He is preemptive and fully prepared.
As a result, Leng Wushuang was unable to fight again and again, and could not run away. He was at a loss and fell into a desperate situation.
Done!
Knowing that this sword attack would definitely succeed, Feng Shisan calmly planned to find the next target, but suddenly his face changed and his expression instantly became serious.
A sword energy appeared out of nowhere and collided with his own Sword of Karma.
Then, this seemingly ordinary sword energy suddenly burst into glory, and actually chopped his Karma Sword into pieces.
Immediately afterwards, an exquisite red shadow flashed quickly and blocked in front of Leng Wushuang. A sharp cold light shot out from its beautiful eyes, staring coldly at Feng Shisan's slender figure.
is her!
Seeing the face of the person who made the move, Feng Shisan suddenly realized. He pulled out the sword from his waist and pointed it diagonally forward. The sharp sword energy traveled in all directions, covering almost half of the sky.
It turns out that this woman in red, who had a hand in everything, was the only female swordsman in the world. She once worked with Lin Zhiyun and Li Bing to fight against Feng Qingyu's disciple of Piaohua Palace, Liu Qiqi.
"Thank you, Qiqi!"
The moment Liu Qiqi took action, Leng Wushuang felt her whole body shift and immediately regained her ability to move. She wiped the sweat from her forehead with lingering fear and thanked her softly.
"Uncle Leng, just leave this guy to me!"
Liu Qiqi replied without looking back, "It's so easy to find a sword master, so we can't miss it."
Judging from her tone, it seemed like she wanted to use Feng Shisan as a whetstone for her own sword practice.
"Okay." Leng Wushuang was not polite to her, nodded decisively, and then a white light flashed on his body, and the whole person disappeared without a trace in an instant.
"Come on!" Liu Qiqi slowly raised the Immortal Killing Sword, looked directly into Feng Shisan's eyes, and said word by word, "I hope you won't let me down."
Feng Shisan is also a proud and arrogant person, how can he endure Liu Qiqi's condescending attitude, not to mention that the other party is only a young girl of seventeen or eighteen years old.
"What an arrogant girl!" He glared and scolded angrily, "Do you think you are invincible just because you know a little bit about swordsmanship? I just want to let you know what a true swordsman is!"
As he spoke, endless sharp sword energy centered on him and radiated in all directions, instantly covering an area of hundreds of feet in radius.
The overwhelming sword energy weaves into a large and dense net high in the sky. Birds cannot fly, water cannot splash in, and no living thing can be tolerated.
However, this Sage Sword Territory was barely close to Liu Qiqi. It was like a mouse seeing a cat. Not only did it stop moving forward, but it also showed a hint of cowardice, as if it was about to turn around and return to the original route at any time.
"A real swordsman?"
Liu Qiqi's eyes showed a moment of confusion, and then she raised her sword high and slowly slashed in the direction of Feng Shisan...
…
"Come on, stinky girl, we couldn't tell the winner last time."
Swordsmen were fighting over there, and at this end, the green-robed and bearded man Hu Chacha had also rushed to Zheng Yueting, raised the sword in his hand, and slashed at the heroic and beautiful swordsman.
He screamed strangely, "Let's continue this time and see who is the real number one swordsman in the world!"
You, a majestic saint, want to compete with a spiritual master for the title of "the best swordsman in the world"?
Why don't you find a personal chakra practitioner to compete with?
Do you want some green face?
Sure enough, the deeper your cultivation level, the thicker your skin?
Zheng Yueting was trapped in Hu Chacha's Saint Realm. She was so weak that she couldn't even lift her hands. How could she compete with him? She watched helplessly as the opponent's sword fell on her head. She gave a helpless smile and complained in her heart.
There was not much panic on his face.
Just because although Lin Zhiyun was not present and Liu Qiqi was restrained by Feng Shisan, we still had two strong saints, Saint Bingchi and Li Bing, who would definitely not sit idly by and ignore their crisis.
Just as she expected, before Hu Chacha's sword was cut, a brown figure flashed over and stood firmly in front of her.
However, the person who took action was not either Saint Bingchi or Li Bing.
I saw that this man was also holding a long knife in his hand, and he lifted it out with his backhand from bottom to top. His movements were powerful and handsome, and he seemed to be completely unaffected by the opponent's saint's domain.
"boom!"
The two long knives collided head-on with unimaginable power, erupting into a doomsday scene like the earth was shattering. Hu Chacha felt his right arm go numb, and the tiger's mouth was about to burst. His body flew backwards involuntarily, and the long knife almost escaped.
Get rid of it.
"who?"
He was startled, staggered to a halt, and quickly looked forward.
The person in front of him was beyond his expectation.
I saw that the man in brown clothes, who could defeat the strong saint with a casual sword, turned out to be a young man with sword-shaped eyebrows and starry eyes, and delicate features.
This person looks to be about sixteen or seventeen years old, with a bit of childishness in his eyebrows, but the aura on his body is extremely amazing, as if there is an ancient giant beast hidden in his body, and the infinite coercion he releases alone makes people feel frightened.
, almost ready to collapse.
"Xiao Qi, why are you here?"
Seeing clearly the appearance of the person who came to save her, Zheng Yueting couldn't help covering her lips with her bare hands and exclaimed, "You, have you been promoted to a saint?"
It turned out that this man in brown clothes was actually her biological brother, Zheng Qiyuan, leader of the Tiandao Alliance.
Zheng Qiyuan smiled warmly at her, then turned his head, pointed the knife at Hu Chacha's position, and said loudly: "You want to compete with my sister? Just pass me first!"
Such a young saint?
Hu Chacha was shocked and confused. He looked at Zheng Qiyuan for a long time and finally became convinced that the domineering young man in front of him was really less than twenty years old.
Even though he had a twelve-year-old special case like Lingling behind him, Zheng Qiyuan's talent still shocked him so much that he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.
After all, not everyone can possess such a heaven-defying thing as the Taoist Fruit.
If the young man in front of him really relies on his own talent to break through to the realm of a saint at this age, then the other person's cultivation qualifications will be a bit scary to think about.
"Are you going to fight or not?"
Seeing his hesitation, Zheng Qiyuan suddenly became impatient. Suddenly his eyes widened and he shouted in a loud voice.
At this moment, Hu Chacha felt a vast aura that swallowed up the sky and the earth rushing towards his face, and there was a buzzing in his ears, as if a divine dragon was roaring, and the earth was cracking and the sky was collapsing.
What kind of freak is this?
The sudden overbearing power shocked him, and he involuntarily took a few steps back, his legs and feet trembling slightly.
"With such courage, do you dare to call yourself the best swordsman in the world?"
Seeing how miserable he was, Zheng Qiyuan's face was full of disdain and he sneered, "Since you won't come over, then I will go over."
Before he finished speaking, his tiger body shook, and in the sky around him, majestic giant dragons shining with golden red light unexpectedly appeared, with fierce eyes, teeth and claws, breathing dragon breath from their mouths, and they all looked up to the sky and howled angrily.
The dragon roars that came and went almost penetrated the sky, echoed between heaven and earth, and did not disperse for a long time...