Emperor of the Heavens

Chapter 34 You Can't Stop My Sword

Wang Jinglong returned to the entrance of the small arena from Maple Leaf Firm, and there were several shouts from inside.

Just as he was about to enter the door, a corpse was carried out from the small arena. After a glance, Wang Jinglong found that this person was actually Tian Haiyi who had challenged him a few days ago.

At this time, Tian Haiyi opened his eyes, sealed his throat with a sword, and died with regret.

"Deacon Lin, what's going on?"

Tian Haiyi once fought against Wang Jinglong and left a good impression on him. Although he is reticent, he can be regarded as an upright person.

Deacon Lin bowed to Wang Jinglong, sighed, and said slowly, "Three days ago, a sword cultivator in the middle stage of the fifth level of spiritual veins came to the small arena and threatened to challenge all the five levels of spiritual veins in the small arena. Mr. Tian is already the sixth guardian of the ring."

"The opponent is strong?"

A trace of interest appeared on Wang Jinglong's face.

"That's right, cultivators of the same strength failed to resist his three swords. Mr. Tian died in the hands of his second sword. That sword technique is really terrifying. The long sword is as fast as lightning."

Deacon Lin also had lingering fears, and signaled his servants to carry Tian Haiyi's body down.

At this moment, on the Dou Lingtai in the small arena, there was a wandering swordsman standing.

He was dressed all over his body with a dusty look, and he held a shining long sword in his hand. Not long ago, he killed a person, but there was not a single drop of blood left on the long sword.

Standing there like a statue, exuding a fierce murderous aura.

There are not many challengers at the fifth level of the spiritual vein in the small arena, and the remaining few people all have a trace of fear on their faces.

"This person has killed at least a hundred people. He used the sword to kill and raise it. It seems that he is about to touch the state of the heart sword. There is still a little killing intent in the spiritual power around him. For the challenger in the small arena, he is indeed superior. .”

Wang Jinglong glanced at the wandering swordsman on the Dou Lingtai, and immediately saw the details of the swordsman.

"Have you got something?"

Mi Tianfeng saw that Wang Jinglong's gaze had been on the swordsman, walked over, and asked with great interest, "Why, are you interested in going up for a fight?"

"Arrange a person with a sixth-level spirit vein to go up, and it will be done in a few moments!"

There are obviously other meanings in Wang Jinglong's words.

"Hehe, I'm just kidding, I don't have the right to command practitioners of the sixth level of spiritual veins!"

There are some things that the two of them tacitly express, and they also express it clearly to each other.

Obviously, Wang Jinglong had a grudge against Mi Tianfeng when he arranged for a cultivator with a fifth-level spiritual vein to challenge him, a practitioner with a fourth-level spiritual vein.

"Help me solve him, I owe you a favor, how about it?"

Mi Tianfeng looked at the impatient swordsman on the stage, put away his laughing expression, and there was a hint of request in his tone.

This wandering swordsman challenged the ring guards of the fifth level of the spirit veins in three small arenas in the state city one after another. The higher-ups had already put some pressure on him, and they had to kill him on the Dou Lingtai to restore as much dignity as possible.

"You mean to kill him?"

Wang Jinglong had never been a person who killed indiscriminately, but under the subtle influence of the killing intent revealed in the killing pattern, he didn't feel the slightest resentment against it.

"That's right! My order was to kill him."

"Okay, let's choose the long sword first!"

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After a cup of tea, Wang Jinglong walked up from the Dou Lingtai with a long sword in his hand.

"Four three nine six!"

"Four three nine six!"

"Four three nine six!"

There were deafening shouts from the audience.

Back then, Wang Jinglong left too deep a memory for them here. With the strength of the fourth level of the spiritual vein, he defeated two challengers with the fifth level of the spiritual vein, and won ten consecutive victories.

Now that it is back again, the audience is naturally very surprised.

"You are indeed much stronger than the previous trash. No wonder you have such popularity. I think your previous record should be quite good, but unfortunately it will end today."

Wandering Swordsman is not happy that Wang Jinglong can have such warm cheers, after all, he also won six consecutive victories here.

"To be honest, instead of fighting, I hope you will take the initiative to admit defeat. Because you may not be able to stop my sword!"

Wang Jinglong shook his head and continued, "The remnant Tiangong Xingjian is indeed very powerful, but the damage to your body is not small."

Tiangong Xingjian is indeed a relatively fierce spiritual art, but the remnants of the wandering swordsman in front of him are too rubbish, causing him to hurt himself when he is practicing the sword.

"Hmph, you are only at the early stage of the fifth level of spiritual veins. I want to see what you rely on to dare to speak so brazenly!"

Seeing that Wang Jinglong revealed the spiritual art he had cultivated in a single sentence, the wandering swordsman's face also became a bit more dignified, but the disdain in his eyes did not diminish by half, "Draw your sword!"

"That depends on your ability!"

Raising his hand slightly, Wang Jinglong smiled lightly. Based on his knowledge of Tiangong Xingjian, it is really impossible for a wandering swordsman to block a sword.

A fierce sword energy emanated from the wandering swordsman's body, and the sword move went straight to Wang Jinglong's life gate.

Wang Jinglong was as stable as Mount Tai, he raised the scabbard lightly to block the attack of the romantic swordsman, then raised his hand casually, and the scabbard violently hit the long sword.

The whole process was completed in an instant, flowing smoothly, without the slightest pause.

A powerful force was transmitted from the blade of the sword to the hand of the Merry Swordsman, forcing him back a step.

"It seems that I really underestimated you. If that's the case, then I will let you see the ultimate mystery of Tiangong Xingjian."

With just a few words, the Merry Swordsman turned into an afterimage, and rushed towards Wang Jinglong quickly, his figure was like an arrow flying from the string, heading forward without hesitation.

Wang Jinglong also stomped hard on the stage with his left foot, and suddenly jumped up, his whole body turned into an afterimage, and went up to meet him head-on.

clang!clang!
Hundreds of spectators stared at the Dou Lingtai with breathless concentration, their gazes shifting between the two, for fear of missing any details.

It's just that the speed of the two is too fast. If you want to fully capture the action of the two fighting, I'm afraid only a few people present can see clearly.

On the Dou Lingtai, two afterimages collided together, and the sound of weapons being exchanged was endless, but the long sword in Wang Jinglong's hand was still not out of its sheath.

After a while, the two separated and each retreated to their original positions.

"You can comprehend the profound meaning of the Tiangong Xingjian from a book of remnants, and you are extremely extraordinary, but I still say that, you can't stop my sword."

A cold light suddenly appeared, and a sharp sword made of black iron exploded towards the path that the two had just retreated. At the same time, Wang Jinglong's body seemed to disappear without a trace.

"This is the basic meaning of Tiangong Xingjian!"

The next moment, Wang Jinglong's body appeared behind the wandering swordsman, and the long sword in his hand was stained with blood.

"So fast!"

Mi Tianfeng stood not far from the Dou Lingtai, and the speed displayed by Wang Jinglong also showed a little shock.

The wandering swordsman who was standing looked down at his chest, there was a trace of pain, and then blood sprayed from his chest, and the tall swordsman fell down.

He died under the profound meaning of Tiangong Xingjian, and he deserved to die.

(End of this chapter)