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300 Tyrant Sword

The disciples of Fusheng Zuimeng Tower have begun to become restless. They never thought that in this battle to attack the mountain, they had already lost several peerless masters before even seeing the true appearance of the academy. Now,
Even the leader of the crowd, Bai Ji Le, had to fight in person.
"First seat." Wen Xi covered her chest and retreated into the crowd, calling in a low voice.
"Let's see how Bai Ji Le will respond." A low and hoarse voice responded to him.
Bai Jile took a step forward and said, "Miss Nangong, that sword strike just now was extremely depleting of your true energy. You will not be able to restore your power to its peak for at least half an hour."
Nangong Xi'er frowned slightly: "The level of the sword just now, if I want, I can strike again at any time."
"It's still too naive." Bai Jile pointed directly forward and saw a ray of true energy directly drawing a long ravine and heading straight towards Nangong Xi'er.
Li Yanqi saw the power of this finger and shouted: "Junior sister, be careful!"
"Stop!" Nangong Xi'er directly blocked the sword in front, and heard a "bang" sound. This burst of energy directly sent her flying. She tried hard to lift the sword and strike back, but found that her body felt a little uncomfortable.
Being controlled, she was startled, thinking that she had underestimated the backlash of Bai Long's sword duel, and at this moment, Bai Ji Le waved his finger at Nangong Xi'er in the air.
"Junior sister!" Zhou Zheng held his sword and wanted to step forward to stop him, but as soon as he moved, he felt a stinging pain all over his body, as if all the bones were broken, and he couldn't move at all.
"Who dares to hurt my senior sister!" An angry shout came from above, and everyone looked up, but the next moment, they immediately covered their eyes. Because the knife in the sky was too shiny, like
The hottest sunlight was as dazzling as shining on the snow. The man slashed down with a knife, directly cleaving all the energy in Bai Ji Le's finger.
Domineering! Fierce! Completely unreasonable!
This kind of sword technique is the only one in the world.
But why did he call Senior Sister Nangong Xier?
"No, this is not Mo Wen." Among the crowd, Wen Xie whispered, "The light of Mo Wen's sword is golden."
The visitor fell heavily to the ground, kicking up dust on the ground. In the dust, everyone saw a burly figure carrying a huge long knife on his shoulder, and his voice was full of disdain: "Sure enough, the future of the Academy must...
It’s up to me to save you.”
"Huh?" Nangong Xi'er snorted coldly.
"Of course, of course, we have to rely on senior sister to open up the situation first!" The person waved his hand to disperse the dust, and then walked out of it, "The strongest man of this generation in the academy, Mr. Feng Zuo, please
Please teach me!"
"Young Master of Tianxiaoyun Realm." There was an uproar among the crowd.
"Tsk." Feng Zuojun seemed to be very dissatisfied with this title, "You have already said that I am a disciple of the academy, why do you keep mentioning what I do in my hometown?"
Bai Jile looked calm: "It seems that in your heart, the Academy is greater than the Tianxiaoyun Realm?"
"There is no right or wrong, it's just because I broke out of the Academy by myself, and the Tianxiao Cloud Realm is the legacy of my ancestors." Feng Zuojun waved down his long sword and looked at Bai Ji Le in front of him.
"You go first, I will recover my skills. You have to be careful, he is very strong." Nangong Xi'er reminded.
"Don't worry, senior sister!" Feng Zuojun couldn't hold himself back any longer. With Nangong Xi'er's words, he immediately ran towards Bai Ji Le with a long knife.
"You have been living in Castlevania for these years. It turns out that you learned his sword from Mo Wen." Bai Jile also jumped forward. In the blink of an eye, Ze Feng Zuojun's long sword had already passed three moves. "I'm still
He thinks that with his vision, he can no longer look down on anyone inheriting his sword."
"What a pity. Since there is Lord Feng Zuo in the world, the peerless sword should be passed down!" Lord Feng Zuo swung his sword fiercely and threw Bai Ji Le away. In terms of strength, even Bai Ji Le was
He cannot be compared with Feng Zuojun.
Bai Jile jumped to a nearby tree and casually broke off a branch: "I'll play with you."
"Playing with snake skin!" Feng Zuojun chased after him and chopped down the tree with one strike. However, the small branch Bai Jile tried to use as a sword had only a small section left before he could take action.
Ji Le dodged and landed on the ground again. Feng Zuojun didn't give him any chance to breathe, and quickly chased after him. While chasing, he was still cursing: "Pick leaves and flowers, and hurt people casually. You really take yourself seriously."
A green onion? Just take a branch and think it can be used as a peerless sword, and don’t you take my future as the world’s best sword in your eyes?”
Bai Jile was extremely fast. Although the sword was fierce, it could not hurt him. He sneered: "Even if Mo Wen is standing here, he is not my opponent, let alone you?"
"You come here, you are fast, who can't use your words? Even if the Taoist lord and Confucian sage put it here, I, Feng Zuojun, will kill me one by one!" Feng Zuojun scolded.
"Presumptuous!" When Li Yanqi heard that Feng Zuojun's words were quite disrespectful to the Confucian sage, he couldn't help but scold him.
Li Wai finally saw some clues: "This kid is smarter than before."
"Okay!" Bai Jile put the index and middle fingers of his right hand together and found the right moment to press on Feng Zuojun's blade, but then he was stunned again.
Just now he couldn't use the immortal guidance to deal with Nangong Xi'er, because Nangong Xi'er has practiced the Ten Thousand Dao Heart Sect, the origin of the world's internal skills and mental methods, and is the only internal skill in the world that has no flaws, so he can't win with one finger. And Feng Zuo
You naturally don't know the Wan Dao Heart Gate, so there must be flaws in his sword energy. But the problem is - there are so many flaws this time! Bai Jile has never seen a person whose martial arts is so high.
But internal energy can be so messy and irrational. Although it is full of flaws, because it is too chaotic and too fast, Bai Ji Le can't find the "heart" with just one finger.
"Are you surprised? Are you surprised?" Feng Zuojun kicked Bai Jile in the chest and kicked him out.
Bai Ji Le turned over in the air. He stretched out his hand and waved. The crane-headed sword beside Bai He had already fallen into his hand. Bai Ji Le fell to the ground and wiped away the blood on the corner of his mouth. In the past few years, Feng Zuojun was still the only
A person who hurt him opened his mouth and was about to speak.
"Are we going to talk about high and low again?" Feng Zuojun had no intention of giving him this opportunity. He flashed in front of Bai Ji Le again with the sword in hand, "Bao Dao·Slaying Heaven Style!"
The long knife fell and directly knocked away dozens of disciples behind Bai Ji Le. Bai Ji Le raised his hand and blocked the knife with a sword, but his whole body was pressed into the soil for a foot!
"Destroy the heavens and the earth, kill gods and Buddhas, kill demons and immortals!" Feng Zuojun slashed hard with his long sword and directly used the six-style hegemonic sword. Bai Jiele swung his sword to block, but was not hurt by the long sword.
, but the body was driven into the soil inch by inch like a nail, and finally half of the body sank in.
"Are you talking too much?" Feng Zuojun stepped on Bai Jile's face.
Bai Jile had never been humiliated like this before. He thrust his long sword downwards and flew out of the earth. He spun in the air and swung his sword at Feng Zuojun below. His sword energy turned into a dragon, with a fierce momentum.
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Chapter completed!
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