Nine Realms Sword Master

Chapter 1827: Imaginary sword

For more than ten breaths after giving Heavenly Enmity to the end, there was no sound at the scene.

Until Chen Huru withdrew his sword, turned his head to look at Yun Qingye: "Elder Yun, I think it should be possible to announce the result?"

Yun Qingye came back to his senses after hearing the sound, and shouted dryly: "The game is over, the winner...the disciple of the Lingxi Sword School, Chen Huru!"

The voice is not loud, and is particularly dry and dumb.

Everyone who heard this sentence was very shocked.

Especially the Temple of Supreme God.

After about three breaths.

"Asshole!"

A disciple of the Supreme God Temple stood up like a roar, pointed at Chen Huru and roared: "You fellow! You are so vicious! It's all about killing my brother, you are still using time magic to disturb time. Track! No room left! You are so vicious!"

It turned out that Chen Huru's last finger... was the one that destroyed the time trajectory of the Heavenly Enemy!

"Yes! Lingxi Sword Sect! Is this your attitude?"

"Are you trying to stay with us in the Heavenly Temple of God?"

"Asshole! Asshole!"

"Never forgive!"

People screamed frantically, one by one, they stood up and blamed the Lingxi Sword Sect, and some even waited to rush down and fight with the Lingxi Sword Sect.

Bai Ye frowned again and again.

After killing the Heavenly Enemy, Chen Huru deliberately used magic weapons to disrupt Chen Huru's time track.

In this way, using time spells cannot resurrect Chen Huru!

Cut weeds and roots?

So vicious!

But I can understand!

Once you deal with such an existence as Tianqiu, you will naturally have to get rid of it! How can you let it go on stage again? If he doesn't do this, once he is carried down, he will probably live alive in a few breaths.

Although it is said that the use of time spells to revive disciples is extremely costly, for seed players like Heavenly Enemy, the elders are still willing to make such sacrifices.

but...

Chen Huru cut everything off.

Can the disciples of the Temple of God accept it? All of them screamed, furious.

The Lord of the Gods Temple did not remain silent. He looked at the Lingxi Sword Sect, and said lightly: "Master Lingxi, compete and learn from each other, until the end, why do you want to kill the next time?"

Hearing the sound, the spiritual swordsman laughed and said, "Hall Master, please forgive me, but my disciple is cautious, he is not sure whether that sword can defeat the Guizong disciple, and he is afraid that the Guizong disciple will use time to spell his own The state was restored to the middle of the sword, so I used the magic weapon given by Xia to destroy the time track... But I don’t want the Guizong disciple to have been killed... This is Xia’s fault, Xia must criticize the bad guy, please forgive me, please forgive me. !"

When this word fell, many of the elders of the Temple of God coldly snorted.

What to be cautious?

What accidentally?

This is intentional.

However, although everyone has seen it through, they are helpless.

What can others do if they don’t recognize it?

The Lord of the Temple of God said nothing.

There were also voices in the seats of the surrounding outer disciples.

"Tsk tusk tusk, I said, what is the ability to give heavenly enemies, I didn't expect to die like this, it's really disappointing."

"Before, I used to say that it was boring to fight with us, but now? Isn't it interesting?"

"What's ridiculous is that those guys who broke the hall are still arrogantly provoking us!"

"You know it's great now, right?"

"Hahahaha..."

The laughter was constant, although it was like an unintentional conversation between the disciples, in the eyes of Po Gangtang disciples, this was done deliberately.

"Asshole!"

A group of popular people trembled, their eyes all staring at the foreign disciples.

But when things have reached this point, they can't do anything.

Bing Xintang's disciple rushed to the ring and carried the Heavenly Enemy down.

Old Wang Yuanyan walked over in tears, and was sad alone holding the corpse that had given him heaven.

Qi Tianqiu is his chief disciple and his most beloved one. Since he was very young, he worshipped the Supreme God’s Temple. He is an orphan and was specially recruited by Wang Yuanyan. He is in Wang Yuanyan’s heart. , Qi Tianqi is almost like his son, which is why Wang Yuanyan did not hesitate to break the trial rules and stop Bai Ye when Bai Ye fought with Tianqiu.

Now that Wang Yuanyan is grief-stricken when he sees the corpse of the Heavenly Enemy being sealed in front of the crowd with a sword?

"Elder!"

The disciples of Pogangtang looked at Wang Yuanyan one after another, their eyes were red, and they secretly shed tears.

Several elders also walked over to comfort Wang Yuanyan.

Wang Yuanyan didn't say a word, but ordered someone to bury the corpse of the heaven-given man, and then returned to his seat without saying a word.

The disciples of Pogangtang saw their elders look like this, all clenched their fists and were extremely angry.

At this time, Chen Huru on the ring spoke again.

"Okay, I'm going to the Temple of God, who should be on the stage next?" Chen Huru said with a grim smile on his face, "Don't send any more strange people up there. Trick, I will find it very boring!"

When the voice came, the disciples of the Temple of God were all furious, their faces flushed with anger.

"Hall Master!"

Zhang Shenwu, the fourth elder of the Shenwu Hall, felt something, and hugged his fists towards the Lord of the Shentian Temple, and stopped talking.

"I know what you are going to say."

The Lord of the Temple of God spoke directly and interrupted his words.

Zhang Shenwu opened his mouth and said nothing.

Just listen to the Lord of the Heavenly Palace saying: "The sword of that man should not be able to cut the body of the heavenly enmity... It seems that these people have come prepared for this battle between the sects!"

"Hall Master, how should we respond?" Zhang Shenwu asked urgently.

However... the Lord of the Gods Temple watched the arena quietly, but did not make any more noise!

Zhang Shenwu opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say a word.

The disciples of Pogangtang were a little unable to sit still. Several disciples suddenly stood up, seeming to want to go on stage, but they were stopped by Wang Yuanyan.

"You are not his opponents. If you go up, you will only die in vain. Sit down. Zongmen will make arrangements." Wang Yuanyan said hoarsely.

"Elder!"

"All disciples are incompetent!"

The disciples said sadly.

Wang Yuanyan shook his head without speaking.

Seeing that the people in Pogangtang are like this, people in other departments are not happy.

At this time.

"Ximing!"

Eighth Elder Wen Xiaoxuan drank.

"The disciple is here!"

Zhong Ximing, Ling Xuantang's chief disciple, stood up.

"Go to meet that person!"

Wen Xiaoxuan was furious, and said coldly, "Remember, don't shame our God Temple!"

"Yes."

Zhong Ximing shouted, leaped forward and jumped onto the stage.

There was a loud voice at the scene.

"Brother, come on!"

"We must defeat him and take revenge for Brother Ci!"

"Come on!"

Ling Xuantang's disciples shouted.

There was also no small commotion around the outer disciples.

Obviously, they knew Zhong Ximing!

As the disciples of the Temple of Heaven came on stage again, the scene gradually became quiet.

I saw Zhong Ximing stepping on the stage to draw his sword, his sword leaning down, his eyes as cold as frost, staring at Chen Huru in front of him: "Please enlighten me!"

"Huh? You also use a sword?"

Chen Huru squinted and smiled: "Well, let me see how your sword skills are!"

"come on!"

Zhong Ximing drank low, whirled his soul qi, accumulated sword intent, and stared at Chen Huru moving forward.

Chen Huru squinted his eyes and watched quietly. There was no tension on his face. On the contrary, he looked relaxed and relaxed, as if everything was under his control!

The audience held their breath and looked.

The people at Ling Xuantang sneered again and again.

"Let you be rampant now, and I will see later if you can maintain this appearance!" The disciples thought in their hearts.

For Zhong Ximing, everyone is very confident.

Bai Ye also looked forward to it.

Zhong Ximing hasn't fought much, but his master, Ling Xuantang's elder Wen Xiaoxuan, Bai Ye has done a few tricks right.

Wen Xiaoxuan also knows swords and is good at making swords. His sword is the same as other people's swords, focusing on attacking and killing, but his sword has a characteristic, that is, virtual!

Real and real, real and real.

With Wen Xiaoxuan's several tricks, Bai Ye could perceive its huge flaws every time, but every time he passed, the so-called flaw would turn into a lethal trap, and suddenly counterattack, making Bai Ye a little caught off guard.

If it wasn't for Bai Ye to be proficient in kendo, coupled with Hong Bing's sharpness, he would have really suffered a big loss in Wen Xiaoxuan's hands before.

I don't know whether this Zhong Ximing inherited the mantle of Wen Xiaoxuan!

Bai Ye watched carefully.

At this time, Zhong Ximing was approaching Chen Huru.

The sword intents of the two sides were intertwined, and the splashing power shook the void around.

Zhong Ximing's momentum is very strong, his eyes drenched, the sword has been shot out, the fierce and terrifying sword shadow turned into a huge mouth, swallowing towards Chen Huru.

The sword shadow covers the sky and is fierce.

The outsiders breathed tight as they watched.

How did Chen Huru resist such a terrible trick?

But seeing Chen Huru not in a hurry, he directly raised his sword and cut towards the huge mouth of the sword shadow.

His movements are particularly calm and unwavering.

There is not even the slightest power to declare above!

This scene is particularly weird.

Is this a fake shot?

Many people couldn't help but have such thoughts in their hearts.

However, when Chen Huru's sword smashed past...

Huh!

All the sword shadows that came down suddenly disappeared without a trace, without a trace!