Nine Realms Sword Master

The scene before him completely stunned the world.

People stared at the Bingyang on the ring, all shocked and speechless.

Qingtong Sword Master... just died like this?

Go down with one sword, even with a sword, and all die!

Is this still something human can do?

Is this still a picture that ordinary souls can understand?

All the powerful people present gasped, their scalp numb, and they were terrified to the extreme.

Binghai is also stupid.

The power of this sword is afraid that even he can't reach it!

How is this going?

Why has Bingyang become so powerful?

Did he get any adventures?

I'm afraid that Bingqin's supernatural power of ice may not be able to have such terrible destructive power!

Binghai stared at the ring blankly, his brain was blank. He even thought that what everyone said was true. The ancestors had really come out, and he was fighting here like Bingyang!

But the ancestor has retreats, and it is absolutely impossible to appear here.

After the sword fell, there was silence all around.

No one spoke, and even people's breathing became sluggish.

Countless eyes looked at the Xuanjin arena, hard to move away.

The atmosphere at the scene was weird to the extreme!

"Why? Why are you still standing there and doing? Why aren't you on the stage? Don't you want to inject spiritual weapons? You... don't you want to kill me? Now is the opportunity, why don't you take it well?" Bingyang was indifferent Looking at the dumbfounded crowd, he opened his mouth again.

Only then did people come back to their senses and heard the words without saying a word.

Just kidding, even Qingtong Sword Master was slashed by a single sword, which is enough to show that this person is extraordinary in strength. Who would dare to take the stage and challenge easily?

This is by no means the ice sun that they recognize!

"Maharajah!"

Bingyang looked towards him and said coldly: "You don't fight?"

"I...I..." The Adversarial Lord opened his mouth, turning his head and sinking: "I should give the opportunity to others."

"If you can't beat it, you can't beat it. Why do you want to die like this?" Jiuxiao Lady smiled, then cast a wink at Bingyang, and smiled: "The young man Bingyang takes it seriously, the little girl admires it. You don't have to ask me if I can fight. After the war, I am not your opponent, I give up!"

The face of the Adversarial Lord turned into pig liver on the spot.

Bingyang nodded, his eyes shifted, and he looked at the white-haired ancestor and said, "How about you?"

The white-haired ancestor was silent for a while, clasped his fists, and did not come on stage.

When the rest of the soul-man powers saw it, they all changed.

No one on stage?

The audience was so powerful that they were shocked by the scene of the Bingyang force killing the same sword master!

"it is good!"

The Bing family shouted joyfully, and the people danced with excitement.

"Long live the young man!"

"Young Master Yang is mighty!"

"Hahaha, my ice family has Young Master, so I can definitely reach the highest! Deter the world!"

"My Bing Family is here for Grand Canal! It's Grand Canal!"

The Bing family was so excited, and even some of the Bing family's old people knelt on the ground and knocked to the sky with tears of excitement.

Binghai is a little hard to understand.

He really didn't understand what adventure Bing Yang got.

Such a powerful strength, such an unfathomable mentality... Is this really Bingyang?

The suspicion in Binghai's heart grew stronger.

After successively beheading the evil monk and the Qingtong Sword Master, Bingyang's methods have made no one dare to fight.

When Bingyang's name challenge was rejected, people already knew that there was no need for this gambling conference to continue.

The ice house has won!

Win so thoroughly!

They have reaped countless treasures and made a lot of money. Although many people are jealous, they have to accept this reality.

"almost!"

An old man of the Bing family smiled at Binghai and said, "Patriarch, the conference can be called to a close. Let’s go back soon and celebrate for Young Master Yang! After today, Young Master Yang will surely be famous! Will reach an incredible height!"

"it is good!"

Although Binghai was perplexed, he was still very happy, and he started to take the stage.

But at this moment, a figure suddenly jumped onto the ring, and then started to drink.

"Wait! I want to fight him!"

When these words fell, the scene instantly became quiet.

Everyone looked at the man together.

But I saw a rather young man standing in the ring.

The man has short hair, wears a brown sword suit, and holds a sword that is not so powerful in his hand. The breath of the whole body is not strong, even if he is not in the real world.

Seeing this scene, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Where did the unknown boy pop out from?"

"His soul state shouldn't even reach the true heaven, right? How dare to go on stage? Is he crazy?"

"Why should such an inferior person be on stage? Can he have a treasure that can match the magic weapon?"

"Go on!"

There were various cynics and sarcasm from all around, and even the rebellious monarch couldn't help but screamed.

After all, he didn't dare to take the stage, but let a person of such inferior strength come on stage. Isn't this an explicit slap in the face?

Binghai frowned, although his heart was angry and smiling, but he was suspicious.

He glanced at the man and said solemnly, "Who are you?"

"Random repair one!"

"Ranxiu?" Bing Hai said coldly: "Do you know what you are doing? My Bing Family Tianjiao is the existence of Monk Lian Zhanxie and Qingtong Sword Master. Why do you fight him?"

"What? Are you afraid to let me participate?" the man asked.

"Joke, you have such a big tone of **** that you don't even have in the real world? Our Young Master kills you, I am afraid that we don't even need to use our fingers!" A Bing Family expert snorted.

"In that case, I should be qualified to be on stage, right?" the man said.

"It depends on what level of treasure you can bring out. If the magic weapon level is not enough, we can refuse your request to stage." Binghai said blankly.

The man smiled slightly, raised his palm, and then turned it over.

Whoosh!

A round of jade like a bright moon appeared in the palm of his hand.

In an instant, all the heroes from the Quartet all looked at the moon-like jade.

Everyone's face was frozen.

"That's... Mingyue Stone?"

The voice spread.

"This son even has a moonstone?"

Quartet's eyes were all staring straight.

Rao Shi Binghai also revealed incredible.

"This thing should be enough?" The man said lightly.

Bright moon stone is an indispensable treasure for forging the supreme **** soldier. It is said that every ten thousand years, the bright moon in the sky will drop a stone, and usually the fallen stone is smaller than a finger. Forging a **** soldier is far from enough. But what this person took out was surprisingly the size of a cobblestone.

This moonstone has gathered at least hundreds of thousands of years!

It is absolutely sufficient to game the magic weapon with this object.

Binghai stared at Mingyue Stone for a while, greed grew in his eyes, whirled and whispered: "Yes!"