Devouring Sword God

Chapter 1207 Great Years Sword
In this battle with Jianming, Yi Xiaoyao was so calm and indifferent from the beginning to the end. Even if he saw Jianming using the strongest hole card at this moment, he was not panicked or even nervous at all.

But the crowd below was startled at this moment.

"What? Jian Ming was forced to use that move!"

"You know, even the previous reincarnated ancestors couldn't make Jianming work so hard!"

"Is this sword Xiaoyao really that strong?"

At this moment, everyone finally understood that although Jian Ming didn't use his full strength before, Yi Xiaoyao actually didn't use his full strength either.

This young man who is said to be only a member of the Pangmai tribe is like a bottomless abyss, making it impossible to guess his true strength.

After the battle just now, everyone's thoughts on Yi Xiaoyao have greatly changed.

However, none of them believed that Jian Ming would lose to such an unknown guy.

Because, the move that Jian Ming used at this moment, even the nine sword masters on the high platform, already showed solemn expressions.

"It seems that the ancient inscription Wanfa sword has mastered at least [-]% of the sword inscription. Even so, we may not be able to take it head-on."

"If we continue to fight, I'm afraid the life of that sideline kid will be lost!"

"It's fine if the kid knows how to admit defeat, otherwise, I'm afraid we might not be able to rescue the kid from Jian Ming's sword!"

Looking at the endless sword shadows gathered around Jianming on the ring at this moment, several sword masters sighed in amazement and regret.

Only Nine Swords Master remained silent, but her heart was more nervous than anyone present.

Yin Yin Yin...

The earth-shattering Jian Xiao, after Jian Ming's low growl, accompanied by countless sword shadows around him suddenly soared into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, every sword shadow turned into a series of golden inscriptions, and the endless inscriptions formed a huge vortex, and at the moment when Jian Ming raised the golden sword with the inscriptions in his hand over his head and pointed directly at the sky, they frantically gathered down!

"Ten thousand swords return to the sect!"

After another shout, the countless sword shadows that filled the space had disappeared completely, leaving only the golden long sword in Jian Ming's hand shining with endless inscriptions, revealing an extremely terrifying edge.

Under the sword light, the space around the sword inscription has been completely torn and shattered, so that even the person and the sword are in a black nothingness.

The next moment, Jian Ming held the long sword that could shatter everything, like a peerless sword, and took a step in the direction of Yi Xiaoyao.

This step turned another area into black nothingness.

"Is it Jian Xiaoyao?"

A somewhat violent voice came from the nothingness.

Under countless horrified gazes, Jian Ming stared at Yi Xiaoyao fiercely, and said coldly: "If my sword is drawn, you will die, if you beg for mercy, maybe I will spare your life and only cut off your limbs. "

What he said is true, the ancient inscription Wanfa sword is the pinnacle of the sword clan's swordsmanship. Even though he has not fully mastered it, there are not many people in the entire sword clan who have come out of all the ancestors can be under his ten thousand swords. live.

And Jian Ming originally wanted to kill Yi Xiaoyao, the reason why he said to disturb Yi Xiaoyao's life was because the sword consumed too much, if he really used it, it would be bad for him in the future.

Because killing Yi Xiaoyao affected his position as the sword master, he didn't think it was worth it.

So giving this opportunity, in Jianming's view, is his kindness.

But what Ling Jianming didn't expect was that in the face of his kindness, instead of accepting it with fear, Yi Xiaoyao just chuckled indifferently.

I saw that Yi Xiaoyao also held the Bloodbath Sword in his hand in front of him, raised his hand and slashed across the sword, the blood oozing from the cut finger made the whole sword glow with blood.

"If my sword comes out, you may not die, but you will definitely lose, and you will pay a huge price."

As if trying to imitate the other party's tone, Yi Xiaoyao also looked at Jian Ming and responded.

The conversation between the two shocked the hearts of the people below.

Although no matter from the power emanating from the side at this moment or the meaning of the words, the sword inscription is more domineering and violent.

But for some reason, everyone could still feel a stronger self-confidence from Yi Xiaoyao's words than Jian Ming's.

Even beyond his own self-confidence, even Jian Ming himself was aware of it, and because he felt the inexplicable contempt from Yi Xiaoyao's indifference, Jian Ming was finally completely angry.

"Everything is cut in one!"

Immediately, Jian Ming didn't say anything more, and the long sword in his hand, which exudes terrifying power all the time, slashed out, forming a hundred-foot sword aura, and instantly sank into the black nothingness in front of him.

The moment the sword was slashed, Yi Xiaoyao also showed a dignified look on his face.

Although he didn't use his mind-eye domineering energy, the innate acuity endowed him with mind-eye domineering made him instantly judge that under the opponent's sword, if Jiayu's domineering energy and the power of a real dragon hadn't been unleashed, he would definitely die.

But Yi Xiaoyao still didn't take half a step back, but remained motionless under the huge golden sword energy, and finally was swallowed by the endless sword light like a lonely boat.

"This……"

Seeing this scene, the expressions of the nine sword masters on the high platform also changed.

Because even in their eyes, Yi Xiaoyao seemed to have given up resistance.

If this is the case, even if they cherish Yi Xiaoyao's talents, they will not be able to rescue him at all!

However, members of the other sword clan who didn't have the kindness of the nine sword masters, and even Jian Ji, who harbored hatred for Yi Xiaoyao, all showed unexpected smiles at this moment.

They were thinking at the moment, if it were them, facing Jian Ming's sword, they would probably give up all unnecessary resistance.

However, they thought they were not as stupid as Yi Xiaoyao, because if it was them, they would have chosen to beg for mercy before Jian Ming used this sword.

"This idiot...does he want to save face so much that he would rather die than beg for mercy..."

Jian Xue'er, the only one in the crowd who was worried about Yi Xiaoyao, besides her pale face, showed a hint of powerless self-blame.

Because she always believed that the reason why Yi Xiaoyao finally stood in the ring, and then died under the sword of Jian Ming, was all because of her.

But at the next moment, Jian Xueer's pretty face that was sad because of self-blame, followed the exclamation of the surrounding crowd, and instantly recovered a touch of inconceivable expression.

In her bright eyes, the golden sword glow that originally filled her pupils was gradually replaced by a bright blood glow.

At the same time, in Jian Xueer's ears, a familiar voice made her heart skip a beat.

That was the figure of Yi Xiaoyao: "The Great Time Sword!"

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(End of this chapter)