Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

It seems that he can't help but start to want to unsheath.

The sword blade is not blood or drink, and as a sword weapon, the most desired thing is to use it in the hands of powerful sword cultivators.

Meng Guang also felt that Jiang Ran seemed to be a little unusual at this time.

But a brat who has not yet stepped into the innate realm of the acquired realm, no matter what, he can't pay much attention.

"You don't take out the sword?"

"Don't wait for it to be solved by me in an instant, but some people say that I can't win."

Meng Guang looked at Jiang Ran in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

There is a big difference between cultivation and Jiang Ran, and it is a little invincible.

Meng Guang still cares about reputation very much, and naturally does not want to be gossiped after the victory.

"Buzz!"

Jiang Ran didn't reply, and Wan Cheng on his waist couldn't help but keep chirping.

The light sound from the sword body continued to resound all around, and even Meng Guang felt a little puzzled.

On Jiang Ran's body, a dominant momentum continued to emanate.

The momentum of his body was like an earth-shattering wave rushing towards Meng Guang's position in front.

That invincible momentum made Meng Guangdu couldn't help but tremble slightly.

A cold sweat grew in his back, and he looked at Jiang Ran in front of him in disbelief.

This chill instinctively bursts out from his body.

In just a moment's effort, this chill turned into a little fear and exploded in Meng Guang's heart.

"Impossible... This kid is just an acquired realm. "

"At most, it's only a half-step innate realm, how can it make me afraid?"

Feeling the momentum on Jiang Ran's body, Meng Guang's right hand holding the sword also began to tremble a little.

This was a battle of life and death, and Meng Guang knew that he had lost just from the momentum.

"Nope! I can't possibly lose! "

"Impossible!"

Meng Guang's face began to become fierce, and his right hand tightly held the blue feng.

The green tendons on his forehead burst out, and when the sword qi emitted suddenly erupted, the wind was constantly raging around him.

Bursts of sword qi turned into tiny air blades and began to disperse in all directions.

The ground was constantly cut into cracks, and the strength of this sword qi made the faces of many disciples present change slightly.

"How pitiful, this guy."

"Yes, I can't think of meeting a strong man like Meng Guang."

"After all, he is a disciple of Yue Jianfeng."

"Alas, it's just an acquired day, how can it be hostile to innate."

Many people are feeling that Jiang Ran is pitiful, and many people do not think that Jiang Ran will win at this time.

Instead, he was still betting that Meng Guang would need a few swords to kill Jiang Ran.

But these people forget one thing, or don't pay attention to one thing at all.

That was the sword qi emitted by Meng Guang, and it didn't hurt Jiang Ran at all.

Or that these sword qi deliberately deflected a little when they were about to touch Jiang Ran's body.

The distance between the two is always that far away.

But Meng Guang's face became more and more ugly, and this invincible momentum was enough to affect his state of mind.

Enough to affect his mental will.

Just this teenager, standing still here, made himself terrified.

If he moves, if he draws his sword forward, if he has the same strength as himself?

Meng Guang didn't dare to think about it, and his breathing became rapid.

Looking at Jiang Ran, who was constantly bursting out in front of him, he couldn't help but take a step back.

The sword qi that constantly emanated from his body seemed to be for self-preservation.

At this time, just one step back made his sword qi completely chaotic and began to slowly dissipate.

And when someone found out, Jiang Ran had already taken a step forward.

One step out, and the field became quiet in an instant.

Meng Guang seemed to feel that his surroundings had become different, and he seemed to be pulled into a special space.

His hands and feet were cold, and Jiang Ran in front of him didn't seem to be so far away from him.

It seemed that the distance between him and him alone had narrowed the distance between him and him by more than ten meters.

"Buzz!"

Wan Cheng's trembling became stronger as Jiang Ran's momentum exploded.

At this time, the momentum that Jiang Ran erupted was no longer just martial will.

Or rather, it is a little more advanced than the martial arts will in the most basic strength.

The gap between sword power and martial will is actually not large, and it may be the same in essence.

And Jiang Ran also completely stepped into the realm of sword power after taking this step, although he was not familiar with it.

But it is different from the martial arts will, which does not lose to the heavenly mental state.

The sword momentum seemed to be more substantial, and it was a physical momentum that fused sword style and sword qi.

It was like a special space, within the scope of Jiang Ran's attack, all this would be decided by him.

At this moment, the hustle and bustle outside the arena had been completely blocked by Jiang Ran.

All things in heaven and earth, all sentient beings, all nothing, only one person left in his eyes.

Under the locked gaze, the breath locked, and the spirit locked, there was only Meng Guang.

"Oh!"

As if feeling the constant trembling of Wan Cheng around his waist, Jiang Ran slowly pulled out the long sword at his waist.

In an instant, Meng Guang seemed to feel it.

I felt the unusual nature of that sword, and felt the excitement and killing intent bred in the sword.

Under the violent shock, a loud sword sound erupted.

Catharsis! Catharsis!

I don't know how long it has been since the body of the sword that has been stained with blood, and a clear sword sound continues to erupt.

It was once buried in the loess earth until the sword was rusty.

Until this moment, Wan Cheng couldn't help but want to feel the pleasure of blood spilling all over his body again.

Now it does not need to be suppressed, quenched, or polished.

It is only necessary to completely vent in the hands of its new master to kill all incoming enemies.

Hold the sword! Draw your sword! Unsheathed!

"Oh!"

The loud sound of the sword resounded through the void.

"Kill!"

An earth-shattering sword momentum emanated from Jiang Ran's body.

With Jiang Ran's kill, the sound of the sword resounded even more in the sky.

I should hold a sword, and I can cut the heavens!

The battle intent that rushed straight into the sky, the sword momentum that was invincible, and the earth-shattering killing intent!

Under the mixed explosion of the three artistic conceptions, Meng Guang, who was in this special space, could not raise any desire to resist.

The blade of his right hand slowly raised to block this blow, blocking this blow that even he didn't think he could block.

Meng Guang, who was still breezy and indifferent a moment ago, suddenly changed his face.

This is a sword pose, a sword gesture that he is completely unable to resist.

Even if he was an innate realm, as soon as this sword momentum came out, Meng Guang's expression was already sluggish.

Raising your right arm has even become an instinctive action of the human body.