A faint voice came from the horizon. The voice was not loud and the tone was not high-pitched, but it had a strong penetrating power and fell clearly into everyone's ears.
The crowd turned around one after another and saw flames flying in the western horizon. A huge fire unicorn with a height of seven to eight feet, swallowing flames and flying on all fours, was so powerful that it terrified countless people.
And on the back of Huo Qilin, stood a man in a green shirt. His figure was as tall and straight as a pine, and his temperament was as deep as an abyss. Although there were traces of time on his face, and there were a few strands of gray in his long hair, there was no trace of it.
Despite the signs of old age, there is a strong vitality, just like the resurrection of all things in early spring.
His eyes were slightly cold, and his indifferent gaze that ignored everything made people feel that his state of mind was like that of a superior god, who regarded everything as nothing, and seemed to be looking down on all living beings in a trance.
He stood on the huge back of the red giant beast. Not only did he not look insignificant, but he also had a domineering aura that wanted to trample the world under his feet. It was the Fourteenth Sword of Ten Directions that had recently turned the entire world alliance upside down.
, the peerless villain known as Mr. Song.
"What a great Fourteenth Swordsman of the Ten Directions! That fire unicorn is truly stunning and terrifying."
Countless people were envious and admired him, and looked at Sun Ning as if they were looking at the lofty god.
"He came with unicorns on his feet, and his grace is unparalleled. The so-called unparalleled hero is nothing more than that, right?"
There were also countless female cultivators who were mesmerized and daydreaming about it.
Sun Ning's superb style at this moment completely overshadowed Jiao Tiancheng, who was actually quite extraordinary. Like the bright moon covering up the fluorescence, it left an unforgettable mark in the minds of countless people.
The power of riding a flying sword is much lower than riding a terrifying beast like a fire unicorn.
Jiao Tiancheng was also slightly startled by the unparalleled scene in front of him. He looked at the astonished expressions of countless people and suddenly lost his composure. He snorted coldly: "I hope your methods can be as sharp as your words.
So as not to disappoint me too much.”
"Yeah?"
Sun Ning smiled faintly, stepped lightly, and left the Huo Qilin's huge back. In the void, an invisible avenue seemed to be born for him, allowing him to walk freely.
Everyone saw him taking seven steps in the air without any delay, crossing a distance of thousands of feet and arriving at the edge of the barrier arranged for the battle, looking down at Jiao Tiancheng.
Sun Ning lightly stepped on the air with his right foot, and a strange pressure suddenly landed on the five-hundred-foot battlefield like heavy snow.
Jiao Tiancheng's face turned serious, and he immediately shouted: "Does this alone qualify you to compete with me, Jiao Tiancheng?"
His whole body swung violently, like a swing in Tai Chi, and a surge of magical power swept around him in an instant with him as the center of the circle. There were explosions in the field, very dense, like firecrackers going off.
Only then did the onlookers come back to their senses. It turned out that Mr. Song had used magical powers to use his magical powers before he even entered the venue. Without noticing, they had already taken over.
"The control of power between these two people has reached a state of perfection."
"Especially that Mr. Song, in terms of face-to-face and method alone, I'm afraid he can't even match many semi-saints."
Some half-saints exclaimed in surprise.
Most of the semi-saints came to watch the battle. They originally just wanted to see who would win and who would lose in this shocking bet. However, after the first encounter in this battle, they all put aside their contempt.
I know in my heart that this must be a wonderful and rare dialogue between strong men.
Sun Ning smiled calmly, and fell into the battle circle from outside the barrier, but still did not land. Looking at Jiao Tiancheng who was boiling with fighting spirit, his fiery eyes were fully opened, and the opponent's strength was clearly presented in his sea of consciousness like peeling off a cocoon and spinning silk.
among.
"There is such a huge power of the holy way. It seems that Holy Lord Hunyuan has even done such a self-destructive thing as giving the initiation himself for this battle."
Sun Ning understood in his heart and sneered secretly: "But, so what?"
There is an invisible mana surging in Jiao Tiancheng's body. He is a strong man at the peak of the Nine Tribulations. When activated, his mana should be boiling with astonishing power. However, there is no outward aura at all. He looks simple and unpretentious, which makes people feel
He is like a ripe fruit, bowing his head and keeping silent, never showing off, but his strength is above everyone else.
The next moment, Jiao Tiancheng put his index and middle fingers together, and a faint white stream of light shone on his fingertips. His whole body seemed to have entered a strange state.
It was a strange state enveloped by Hunyuan Sword Qi!
"Jiao Tiancheng is worthy of being the most outstanding disciple of Holy Lord Hunyuan. His Hunyuan sword has reached the wonderful state of washing away all the lead, from inch to inch. It seems that you can't feel anything from him. But in fact,
, at least within a radius of three feet, the sharp Hunyuan Sword Qi has been woven into a web."
A semi-saint exclaimed.
"Killing people invisible is the most powerful and the most difficult to prevent. This is the true meaning of the Hunyuan Sword! He is worthy of being ranked in the top ten of the longevity list."
The other half-saint nodded deeply and praised him repeatedly.
Sun Ning smiled faintly, and accompanied by a clear and clear sword cry like a dragon's roar, the strange-shaped ancient sword turned into a Langya stick appeared in his hand. The sword was three fingers wide, green and green, like a pool of clear water, and suddenly appeared on the battlefield.
Circle, causing the whole place to shine with green light, like the ancient Qing Emperor descending into the mortal world.
"Hunyuan sword!"
With Jiao Tiancheng shouting softly, he suddenly pointed at Sun Ning with both fingers, and an invisible and traceless white sword energy, only nine inches long, almost the same color as the morning sunlight, was shot out in a subtle and low-key manner.
Sun Ning's face was calm, but there was a solemn look in his eyes.
I saw him point his sword slightly, and a ray of light was first like a bead of rice, and then turned into ten, and then turned into ten sword energy as thick as an arm, which instantly penetrated ten directions. In an instant, a strange thing happened in the surrounding space.
change.
At the same time, Sun Ning flew up, and an invisible ladder seemed to appear under his feet, helping him climb higher and higher, soaring thirteen feet in an instant.
Qing Yezi's eyes lit up and he praised: "Junior brother's Ten Directions Sword Intent field has indeed been passed down by the master. If it were not limited by his cultivation, the power in his body has not completely transformed yet, which is slightly insufficient. This Ten Directions Sword technique alone
The net is like a copper wall and an iron wall, unbreakable!"
Rumble…
Hunyuan's sword shot out like a sharp cannonball. The moment it collided with the sword net laid out by Sun Ning, it exploded crazily. The terrifying energy exploded three hundred feet, and the earth roared.
Not to mention, its aftermath hit dozens of feet away, blasting out a black hole about a foot wide in the nearly chaotic and void space, which lasted for several seconds before slowly disappearing. (To be continued.