The onlookers saw the sharp and cold plum blossom sword energy, blown by the strong wind, causing the temperature of the entire holy war platform to drop sharply, as if a heavy snow had fallen, and its power was boundless.
In this boundless sword energy, there were faint shadows of majestic green pines, echoing each other from a distance, and everyone started to marvel.
As one of the Three Swords of Suihan, the Plum Blossom Sword is known as the most powerful being on the Fourth Holy War in the past century, and it is indeed well-deserved.
The Lingzhu Sword on the stand was secretly sad.
He knew that the Plum Blossom Sword Qi was jointly created by the Plum Blossom Sword and the Green Pine Sword. Although the two of them had never been together, in their hearts, they had probably been together for a long time.
"Little tricks!"
This majestic Plum Blossom Sword Qi only received a disdainful snort from Sun Ning.
He remained unmoved, and the deep air flow seemed to split into two halves, turning the hollow area into an endless wilderness.
The plum blossom sword energy drives straight in.
Then, it turned into nothingness again.
Sun Ning's body remained motionless, causing the two extremely powerful attacks of the Plum Blossom Sword to fail, without even a trace of effect.
Among the crowd, exclamations rose again.
If he killed Qingsong Sword before, he only showed the tip of the iceberg of Sun Ning's strength. These two consecutive defensive attacks showed his strength more vividly.
"I want to see how long you can avoid it!"
The Plum Blossom Sword spoke with hatred. The long sword in her hand rolled up like a wave of magic power and struck Sun Ning fiercely. One after another, she continued to perform various exquisite sword moves.
Sun Ning remained unmoved.
The Holy War Platform seemed to have turned into a world, and he became the sole master of this world.
From beginning to end, Sun Ning was always at the center of the Holy War Platform, controlling the vitality of the surrounding heaven and earth, creating various deep realms with different shapes so quietly.
The Plum Blossom Sword struck him ninety-nine times in succession, without touching a single corner of his clothes.
"Little thief, I want you to die!"
By this time, Plum Blossom Sword's expression was already a little panicked. After roaring at the top of her lungs, she used a strange tone of voice, which seemed to be fast and sometimes slow, and shouted every word: "The fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold!"
As she shouted fiercely, a surging mana like an ocean current turned into overlapping vortexes all over her body. The vitality of the world was trembling, and all the breath of the entire holy war platform seemed to be drawn by her.
Even through the protective formation, many people deeply felt the terrifying power contained in this sword.
The Plum Blossom Sword roared and slashed down with one sword, and a huge sword energy that looked across the entire holy war platform, like a collapsed giant pillar, slashed towards Sun Ning.
At this moment, the color of the sky and the earth changed, the holy war platform trembled violently, and the clouds and mist above danced wildly.
Sun Ning stood up and stepped on the sky with his long legs. There seemed to be an invisible ladder under his feet, helping him to climb higher and higher. In just a moment, he escaped from the killing range of the sword and soared into the sky.
The terrifying power of the Plum Blossom Sword struck the holy war platform, and a ten-foot-long crack was cut out of the battle platform that had not left any scars for countless years.
Sun Ning, on the other hand, was unscathed.
The next moment, Sun Ning stepped on a ladder and climbed down from the void. His long hair was flying, his eyes were like lightning, and his expression was cold. He put his fingers together, drew out a sword formula, and shouted in a low voice: "I gave you a hundred moves, now
, come and pick up my sword!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he pointed his sword and swung his sword, and a stream of sword energy came from a height of seven to eight feet in the air, condescendingly, and slashed down hard.
The Plum Blossom Sword fled in a hurry, but the extremely ferocious feeling became more and more intense. When he suddenly turned his head, he saw that the boundless sword energy had already struck the head.
Everyone saw that the Plum Blossom Sword had almost no resistance under Sun Ning's sword energy, and was cut into nothingness.
The 101st move, plum blossom sword death!
Sun Ning's expression was cold, and his eyes were still as indifferent as ever.
He had already given Plum Blossom Sword a chance, but the reason behind the opponent's insistence on forcing him to give up a hundred moves was his hatred and determination to kill him at all costs.
Such an old woman must not be kept.
Otherwise, even if she can't deal with Sun Ning, she will endanger those close to Sun Ning.
Sun Ning gave her a choice between two options, but Plum Blossom Sword chose death.
While the crowd was speechless, the Master of Niyang Palace flew onto the stage and announced loudly: "Sun Ning, the Holy Fighter King, challenges the Holy War God to the third battle. Cut the Plum Blossom Sword and win!"
Before he finished speaking, a system prompt came immediately in Sun Ning's mind.
[Ding! You showed great power on the Fourth Holy War Arena and killed the Plum Blossom Sword, which improved the completion rate of task twenty-four in the arena (currently 89/00). 】
"The third battle begins, the incense burning timer..."
A cold voice, suppressing sadness, slowly sounded from the stands: "Suihan Sanjian has known each other for eight hundred years, lived together for five hundred and eighty-four years, and has always been inseparable. Now in an instant, two of our best friends have lost one. I
Lingzhu Sword, neither emotion nor reason, should live in this world anymore."
Lingzhujian had already taken off his bamboo hat, revealing his honest face with a hint of vicissitudes of life. He had gray hair and deep wrinkles at the corners of his eyes, just like many people who had been tempered and beaten by the years.
"Of course this battle must be left to me. Let me try again to see the unparalleled power of the new Saint King!"
Lingzhujian kept his words and walked to the center of the holy war platform without any hurry. He didn't stop until he was less than ten feet away from Sun Ning.
"Qingsong Sword and Plum Blossom Sword died one after another. These three people had a deep relationship. Lingzhu Sword must indeed appear on the stage!"
"Among the three swords of Suihan, Lingzhu Sword is the strongest in cultivation, but the three of them are roughly in the middle, so he won't be much stronger. Now that he's on the battlefield, he's determined to die."
The onlookers in the stands were talking a lot.
There was a hint of news in the corner of Lingzhujian's mouth. He looked at Sun Ning quietly for a while and then said: "Do you know that just now, you killed the two most important people in my life?
One of them is the woman I have loved deeply for more than seven hundred years. The other is the brother of my compatriot!"
Sun Ning said calmly: "You shouldn't have come!"
Lingzhu Sword said: "But we are here!"
Sun Ning said: "You should not anger me. Since you have done something wrong, you have to pay the price. If you seek revenge on me, I will kill you too."
"I am indeed here to seek revenge."
Lingzhujian smiled slightly and asked coldly: "But I won't give you the chance to kill me. Do you know why I go on stage to challenge you even though I know I'm not your opponent?"
At this point, the smile on his face became weird: "Because, I want to destroy you!"
After saying this, his whole body suddenly erupted with terrifying energy that was as dazzling as sunlight.
A terrifying aura of destruction swept across Sun Ning in an instant! (To be continued)