Naruto boy in another world

Chapter 254 Fierce Battle

"it is good!"

With the cheers of many disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect, the heavy sword man whose throat was pierced by the long sword of the ink knife showed a trace of unwillingness in his eyes, and then disappeared in front of everyone with a stream of light.

"Hmph, there are only more than 30 marks of the Martial God. It seems that he didn't have much hope for himself, and he used up all the marks of the Martial God early."

Mo Dao looked at the token in his hand that was glowing with blue light, and said with a bit of disgust, the corner of his mouth curled slightly.

This is the first time a disciple of the Qinglian Sword Sect has seen Brother Mo Dao with such an expression.

Brother Xiang Rilai Mo Dao is like an old senior, he is amiable, honest and honest to them, but he is still very violent when facing the enemy.

"Hmph! Let you be happy first, there are still four games, isn't it too early to cheer now?"

For the failure of the heavy knife man, Zhan Jun didn't seem to have the slightest surprise. He smiled lightly, with a sinister arc raised at the corner of his mouth, and then walked straight forward.

"I am here to fight, who of you dares to fight!"

Seeing the domineering Zhan Jun, the disciples of the Qinglian Sword Sect immediately fell silent, and following Zhan Jun's appearance, the Zhandao Sect also cheered fiercely.

Saint Walker is already considered a master in the three extreme heavens, but in Qinglian Sword Sect, apart from Qingran, there is no Saint Warrior.

Therefore, in the face of such a formidable opponent, unless Qingran takes action, it is impossible for the Qinglian Sword Sect to win.

However, Qingran is not a warrior of the three extreme heavens at all. In the three extreme heavens, no one from the Qinglian Sword Sect can defeat Zhan Jun, so this battle is worthless.

"We abstain!"

Looking at Zhan Jun's heavy sword full of spiritual power, Qingran frowned slightly, and immediately opened his mouth to shout, preventing the next disciple from going into battle. Facing such an opponent, it is better to have the hundreds of other disciples It's not worth giving the mark of the Valkyrie to the other party like this!

"Oh? Is your Qinglian Sword Sect really this cowardly?"

Zhan Jun frowned, looking at the blue-bearded man not far away with a hint of playfulness, but more of contempt.

"Facing the enemy, you don't even have the courage to shine your sword. This is the consistent martial heart of your Qinglian Sword Sect!"

"It's no wonder that your sect has declined. With you a bunch of incompetent people, no matter how powerful the sect is, it will be dragged down by you. You are a bunch of trash!"

After saying that, Zhan Jun turned around and went back, but the knife-like words pierced deeply in the hearts of all Qinglian Sword Sect disciples. Everyone suppressed the anger in their hearts and clenched their fists tightly.

They have suffered this kind of humiliation for nearly a thousand years. They are unwilling to resign to a decadent sect, but they don't have the courage to fight back immediately, nor do they have the strength to defeat their opponents.

So just bear it!
"Su Hong, it's your turn!" Zhan Jun said after returning to his sect.

"Ah."

Su Hong nodded with a smile, twisted her slender waist, walked up slowly, glanced at Qingran's body casually, then turned to Song Yun, and said: "Song Yun, it's your turn... ..."

Seeing the other party name names like this, Song Yun also sighed helplessly, and then walked out. Her graceful figure was slightly better than the other party's, and stopped in front of the former, and then drew out the long sword at her waist :"Please advise!"

Su Hong smiled faintly, and a dark red short knife also flashed out. With a shake of her arm, several knives danced out, and inadvertently, she showed a good knife technique.

Seeing Su Hong's sword skills, Song Yun also showed a dignified expression. She understood how tricky this opponent was. In this western region, among their 30-year-old generation, they could beat her , very rarely...

"The third round, the competition begins!"

Just when the referee's low voice came down, Su Hong's eyes became as sharp as a knife's edge almost instantly. With a flick of the short knife in his hand, several knife shadows stabbed Song Yun's vital points respectively.

Wandao flow!
In an instant, Beihan discovered that the way of the sword practiced by this woman is an extremely difficult art of ten thousand swords. In the recent scene, Beihan had already seen this from Zhan Chonglin's competition. Kind of knife intent.

But watching it with my own eyes at this time, I still feel a different feeling.

"Hmph! Wan Jianliu!"

Facing Su Hong's fierce offensive, Song Yun didn't dare to neglect her. The long sword in her hand was like a raging python, piercing and provoking, and in an instant, countless sword lights erupted, and it was actually the same as Su Hong's attack. Next.

It's just that the force from the sword's collision still made her look slightly dark.

This is the unique advantage of the knife over the sword, with a thick and firm feeling.

This time's battle is even more thrilling than the previous two Mo Dao. Both of them are good swordsmen. Between offense and defense, there is also a kind of suffocating fluctuation when bringing the shadow of fierce swords all over the sky. .

Looking at the two figures in the field with dazzling sparks in the intertwining, many people from the Qinglian Sword Sect looked a little dignified and nervous.

If Song Yun lost to Song Hong in this round, they would have no hope in this inheritance battle!
Beihan's eyes were also focused on the two figures who were fighting fiercely at this moment. This was the first time he saw such a wonderful sword fight. Compared with them, the five major forces in Qingming City were simply worthless. carry.

"Clang clang crotch!"

The swords and swords met, as if they had eyes, they kept touching in mid-air, and sparks shot out.

"Ding!"

When the sword tip and sword light collided, there was a crisp sound. The King of Weapons and the Master of Weapons were both bent a little by the shock, and both of them took a step back when they rebounded.

"laugh!"

But at the moment when her figure was backed up, Song Yun's eyes changed, and she took two steps forward, her arms shaking at an extremely rapid speed.

And that long sword, with the shaking of the arm, looked like a fire python that continuously spewed out light. Countless powerful sword glows spewed out towards Song Hong, and all the sword glows formed a line. This is to focus on one point to break the surface.

"Wan Jianliu actually has a hint of swordsmanship. It seems that Junior Sister Song Yun has made obvious progress over the years..."

Looking at the sword light that came out of ten thousand swords, Mo Dao sighed, this Song Yun has to be said to be an extremely powerful swordsman genius.

Seeing Song Yun's fierce attack, many people at the Zhandao Gate changed their faces, even Zhan Jun's gloomy face was a little dignified.

"The profound meaning of combining ten thousand swords into one sword can be regarded as the seventh-grade profound meaning. This Song Yun is not simple. Maybe it may break through the Saint Walker and become our big opponent."

At this moment, Zhan Jun already knew that Su Hong was not Song Yun's opponent, and looked at Song Yun with serious eyes. If he left, there were really not many people in their Zhan Dao sect who could defeat Mo Dao and Song Yun .

"However, don't be afraid, after all, our Zhan family is not that simple..."

As he spoke, Zhan Jun glanced slightly at Zhan Chonglin at the side, and then that disdainful and haughty expression returned to his face.

jingle-

With ten thousand swords returning to one, Song Yun integrated the profound meaning of the sword, creating a more powerful technique, invincible, and turning it into an indestructible sword to spread to the opponent.

Song Hong yelled, and exerted all her strength to unleash the Ten Thousand Swordsmanship. The lights of the swords filled the sky like fireworks, but they couldn't be unified at all. The excessively scattered swordsmanship couldn't resist the highly concentrated sword momentum.

puff--

In the end, the sword light that had been practiced into a line broke through Su Hong's defense, and directly penetrated into the latter's heart.

The marks of the Martial God came rushing in, and there were hundreds of them. This was a warrior's savings for several years. Once it was ruined, Su Hong was heartbroken and watched Song Yun disappear with resentment on his face.

Song Yun won, and the current situation is that the Qinglian Sword Sect won two games, and the Zhan Daomen won one game. The last two battles are crucial!
"Blood hand, it's our turn, I will always remember the sword revenge that day!"

As soon as Song Hong's figure disappeared, a figure flew onto the battle platform, holding a golden saber, and looked coldly at the bloody hands below the stage.

"Hehe, it seems that you are still so impatient."

Seeing the opponent directly declare war, the bloody hand shook his head slightly, and then stepped into the battle arena under everyone's attention.

The fourth battle is about to begin!
(End of this chapter)