Emperor Phoenix

Chapter 154

That sword was going to cut Jingxuanzi across the waist!
Wide open and wide closed, not concealed, majestic, fierce attack, and the wind blowing against the face can be felt from far away, the spectators gasped and looked at each other—this one is more fierce than Jing Xuanzi!
Surprised but not confused, Jing Xuanzi is a grandmaster after all, he had already avoided the thunder sword by running backwards in mid-air, even so, when he stood still, his belt suddenly split and fell off, and his empty Taoist robe fell apart. The figure that was already as thin as a dry bamboo became more and more scrawny, like a piece of bamboo pole holding a piece of clothing, it looked a bit funny, everyone couldn't help laughing, stunned for a moment, Xuanzi's blue face turned slightly red, Before he had time to react, Xiao Jue on the other side struck another sword, and the wind of the sword was fierce from a distance of one foot, directly smashing his heavenly spirit!

With a strike of the horizontal sword, there was a loud bang, Jing Xuanzi, who had been repeatedly frustrated, threw himself forward with his sword in a rage.

The sword condenses the light of the river and the sea, and the sword makes the sound of wind and thunder. With the dance of the emperor's thunder, Xiao Jue demonstrates the majestic and fierce swordsmanship like the long river in the desert. One sword is faster than the other, and one sword is harder than the other. They also had to use all their energy to deal with Xiao Jue's continuous storm-like sword energy. The two fought fast and fought fiercely. Because it is so fast, the hundred swords are just like a single sound, and two figures, one black and one yellow, are tumbling and jumping, as fast as a stream of light, the hearts of everyone watching are shaking, and they are gradually fascinated by the speeding frequency as they count the sword moves. Controlled, the chest was so tight that he couldn't breathe, and then he heard a few loud gasps, and several martial arts people with low skills couldn't catch their breath, and fainted to the ground.

Someone straightened their eyes and murmured: "Open your eyes, open your eyes, this life is not empty, this life is not empty..."

Someone's heart was beating like a drum, and he was so excited that he grabbed his sword and was eager to try it. His palm was full of thin sweat. The so-called ferocity, the so-called ferocity, everyone has been in the world for many years, and they all think they have seen it, but until today, they don't know what is true outrageous!

The man whose swordsmanship is like a thunderstorm is astonishing and incomparable. He doesn't even have a defensive move, he just attacks and kills. It is said that such a swordsmanship without protection is very dangerous to a master, but only because The murderous aura is too harsh, and the sword aura is like a dense net, so the tricks that try to pass through the sword net are like weak grass in the face of such amazing momentum, and they are instantly smashed into powder.

Just like the power of nature, mountain torrents and tsunamis suddenly rush in front of people. In fact, it is impossible to completely sweep them away. In fact, there may not be no chance of escape, but such a powerful momentum that shakes the sky and the earth will first control people's minds and make people powerless. Arouse thoughts of resistance.

The only way to deal with fierce people and swordsmanship is to be more fierce than him, and whoever suppresses the other will win!

Xiao Jue was originally the kind of person with a strong will to fight, the more he fought, the more brave he was, the better his state was, his sword moves were surging like a river, his eyes were like the sun and menstruation, scorching, and Jing Xuanzi's momentum was taken away, he had no chance at all Fighting back, he had to do backflips one after another to avoid his killing. Every time he turned over, he could see the gray cloth obscene trousers in the empty Taoist robe, which was really indecent. He dared to turn over again, so he was even more embarrassed. Everyone was surprised and amused, and amused and shocked at the same time—when did there become such a top master with such a strong swordsmanship in the martial arts world?
Jingxuanzi, who was famous for his fast sword, was forced to have no chance to strike again!
In the arena, the sword light was like a huge wave, like a wall of crystal, like a raging fire, like a howling hurricane, Xiao Jue's sword was in a chain, rushing endlessly, Jingxuanzi couldn't stop retreating, retreating, retreating, retreating...

"Hey!"

The soft sword is shaped like a flying dragon. On the dragon's head, an obsidian mottled brilliance shines in the scorching sun, like a murderous eye, staring coldly at Jingxuanzi's throat.

Xiao Jue's sword finally stopped.

It stopped in front of the throat of Jing Xuanzi who was forced to the edge of the stone platform.

The wind stopped and the rain stopped, the clouds were all lighted up, and the sky was full of murderous intent, pressing towards the opponent's vital points. Xiao Jue's robe and black hair were flying in the wind, and his eyes, which were darker than his hair, looked coldly at Jing Xuanzi's ashen face .

He doesn't say a word, but he can give people more pressure than the winner who talks a lot. The audience stared at the bright sword in his stable palm, clasped their fingers in the palm, and waited for him to gently move towards him with cold sweat. Before, stab.

This moment was so long, so long that under the extreme silence and tension, Jing Xuanzi, who was shrouded in endless murderous aura, swallowed uncontrollably, and the sound was so loud that the audience could hear it.

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is the moment of waiting for death.

Just when Jing Xuanzi began to think about whether to beg for mercy first in exchange for his own life, Xiao Jue gave a cold glance and withdrew his sword.

As soon as the meteor flashed, it suddenly appeared and then disappeared, and there was a very slight "choke", but everyone in the audience couldn't help shaking.

Hearing the wind god on the stage, the man in black said calmly: "Next time, change the belt to something stronger."

Xiao Jue turned and left without even looking at the purple-faced Jing Xuanzi.

From a distance, he smiled slightly towards the young man under the tree who was watching him with a half-smile.

"laugh!"

The ruthless and unwilling Jingxuanzi, at the moment Xiao Jue turned around, suddenly turned around with a flying sword full of hatred, and the long sword flew towards the back of Xiao Jue who was close at hand!

By killing you, I can redeem my shame!

Everyone was shocked and couldn't react.

Xiao Jue turned his back on Jingxuan, move forward!
The Sword of Shocking Feather arrives in an instant!
Xiao Jue suddenly fell short.

The slender legs slipped, and they slashed forward and backward!
This man was short, only half a person tall, and the tip of the sword almost flew over his head, but Xiao Jue jumped up immediately, leaned back in a posture that was difficult to maintain balance, and stood on one foot, lifting one leg violently Bounce back, kick straight over the top of your backed head!
With a slap, the long sword that just flew by was turned and kicked by him violently, flying past him at a right angle like electricity, with a posture like a flying crane's body, and shot at the flying sword with more force and speed than before. Jingxuanzi, who was grinning triumphantly, rushed forward to the chest!

His movements were as fast as lightning, and Yu Jingxuanzi only saw the sword in his hand, and it flew towards him miraculously almost immediately!

Jingxuanzi's shock was considered superb, and he immediately fell backwards.

On the opposite side, Xiao Jue, who kicked out the flying sword, turned over in the air, and suddenly punched hard, hitting the ground.

With one punch, the stone platform cracked.

The countertop made of stone slabs was smashed open, and a deep ditch was dug out.

Jingxuanzi's head fell back, and suddenly hit the white stone turned up from the deep ditch.

A muffled sound.

Fireworks flew over in front of his eyes, and the stars scattered.

Those starlights are a bit strange, scorching hot, slightly fishy, ​​bright red, rising into the sky and falling like rain.

It fell on his instantly withered face.

The exclamation sounded like a tide.

All the people on the sidelines experienced the fastest, most overturning, most violent and unresponsive scene of assassination and being killed in their lives.

They saw a shocking swordsmanship that could be called landslide and tsunami.

They saw a generation of masters plotting against the opponent's backside.

They saw that noble man seemed to have eyes behind his back, kicking back the dark sword with a flexibility and strength that ordinary people could not achieve, and with a vigorous and sharp figure like a crane in the sky.

They saw the solid stone crushed with calculated precision.

At the same time, there was blood scattered on Jingxuanzi's chest!

In the fourth scene, Jing Xuanzi died!

After being shocked to a certain extent, there was silence.

In the calm and chilling atmosphere, Xiao Jue didn't bother to raise his legs in the fierce summer wind, and said with a sneer, "I knew you would be like this!"

With a snap, Jingxuanzi's corpse was kicked away, and it landed right at Mu Huaiyu's feet.

The rubble fell to the ground and hit the corner of Mu Huaiyu's robe. Mu Huaiyu raised his head fiercely, stared at Xiao Jue viciously, and said: "The rules are up to date, but you kill people with your own hands. You can't win!"

This statement caused an uproar, there are still such shameless people in the world!
When Xiao Jue won, Jing Xuanzi spared his life, but Jing Xuanzi, who was in vain as the leader of a faction, plotted against him at a very close range, with such force that he clearly wanted to kill Xiao Jue.

Shameless to a certain extent, whether it is an enemy or a friend, it will be disdainful. Some men with fierce tempers have already made noise.

Some members of the Seven Great Sects also expressed disapproval. After all, everyone will still mess around in the world in the future. How can they look up to others after tearing their skins to such an extent?

And Suxuan, the superior, said coldly: "If you break the contract and have no faith, I can naturally do it, and there is no need to compare the rest. I will kill you directly."

Weighing the pros and cons, Mu Huaiyu knew that since the melee of the fake secret book, he had lost most of the opportunities he had taken. If it went too far, even the hearts of the spectators would turn to Suxuan. , stopped talking, but winked at Ren Qingjia, the head of Tianlongmen.

Ren Qingjia walked out slowly, the sky was going to be dark at this time, the Zhiyan gang lit the torches, and the stone platform was illuminated brightly, but the master in the firelight was still a young man, his eyebrows were like emerald feathers, his eyes were like lacquer, and his figure was thin Gentle and gentle, he is really a handsome and handsome man, he stepped forward and saluted Su Xuanyi without haste.

Everyone was surprised - he wants to challenge Suxuan?
Some people expressed regret. It is said that this Ren Qingjia was also the young head of the sect when he was in danger. He is light, but he is a powerful character second only to Mu Huaiyu. It would be a pity if he falls under Suxuan's hands...

Suxuan bowed to return the salute, but he hesitated slightly. He could only play one battle to win against Ren Qingjia...it really doesn't count...

Before he could stand up, someone chuckled and said, "He looks good, although he's not as good as me, but he's worthy of fighting against me."

In the voice, the man in red clothes like fire came forward with high spirits.

The bright light of the red light in his palm was flowing, not enough to make his complexion blurred. He looked at Ren Qingjia with a smile, looked at him from the beginning to the end and then from the end to the head, his eyes were hot and naked, and he giggled for a long time: " There is still a young man who grows flowers in my house, it is pitiful to see you with beautiful features, can you come with me? I will love you very much."

(End of this chapter)