Shura God Emperor

The Seven-Star Sword was swung out towards the sky, bringing out a whistling sound, brilliant starlight, just like the most shining star in nine days.

A round of crescent moon suddenly disappeared even if it was submerged in the air, and immediately penetrated the Baibing Sword.

At the next moment, only a "knock" sound was heard, and the huge Baibing Sword suddenly stopped moving.

On the top of the mountain, the venue became quiet for a while.

Everyone felt that the venue had become very quiet for a while.

And what surprised them most was the young man's swordsmanship. They didn't even see how the opponent shot.

However, in the invisible, the sword intent that can chase the soul and kill their lives, they deeply felt it. At that moment, those onlookers felt that their heartbeats were about to stop.

Even Zheng Xu, who was about to pounce on Chen Yuan's side, was stunned.

He had his back facing all of this. Just now, he just felt that his back was numb, and his legs stopped uncontrollably.

It was a kind of pressure on sword intent, pressure on swordsmanship, and even crush on realm. The simultaneous effects of the three made Zheng Xu unable to move forward abruptly.

He suddenly turned around and looked up. When he saw the scene in midair, he was stunned.

"This……"

With only a clear sound of "bang", the Bai Bingjian suddenly broke into two pieces, and then fell down and turned into a cold wind, disappearing.

One sword cuts the mountains and rivers, one sword breaks the **** pattern!

"Impossible...impossible..."

Lu Guobin's face was dull, and the whole person was in a dull, even unbelievable situation.

He simply couldn't imagine that his strongest Baibing Sword would be cut off!

You know, that is a **** pattern skill that will suffer from full-scale confrontation!

"Puff!"

Suddenly, Lu Guobin's face suddenly turned pale, and immediately a large mouthful of blood was spewed out, and the blood was sprinkled three meters, staining the ground like white snow.

Lu Guobin knelt on the ground with one leg, his breath languishing.

The White Soul Land on the ground also dissipated completely, restoring the original appearance of the mountain top.

"I...I actually failed..." Lu Guobin muttered to himself, his eyes became extremely hollow.

He possesses superb swordsmanship, and is supported by the white ice sword **** pattern, and is a true disciple of the Clear Sky School.

Whether it is talent, strength, or cultivation resources, it is the highest-level existence among people of the same age.

However, in the face of a young man who suddenly appeared, a young man who was less than eighteen years old and only a spiritual realm, he actually lost, or completely failed.

Twice, twice, he lost to this boy.

The pride in his heart, as well as the last bit of dignity and heritage, disappeared in an instant.

The venue became quiet for a while, and the disciple on the side of the Clear Sky School turned pale.

Lu Guobin is a true disciple, and also a **** pattern awakened, but now?

The **** pattern was broken and severely injured, and his opponent slashed out a sword only lightly. In this way, Lu Guobin was defeated.

In their hearts, it was as if they were overwhelmed by the river, and at the same time they were shocked and unbelievable. This young man was far more terrifying than the rumors!

Everyone obviously did not imagine that Xiao Yu could defeat Lu Guobin.

After all, Lu Guobin is too strong, if someone can suppress him, I am afraid that only Chen Yuan is a super genius of sword repair.

But now, a spiritual realm made him unable to raise his head.

The many disciples of Haotian School, Xuanjian Pavilion, and Hundred Medicine Valley suddenly shuddered.

They all wondered how much of the unknown cultivation base and strength of this young man hadn't been shown?

The audience was quiet and terrifying, and suddenly, a disciple of the Clear Sky School exclaimed--

"not good!"