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Listening to the seemingly calm but actually arrogant words of the young man in black,

Many of the contemporary geniuses present were slightly startled, and then, boundless anger emerged in their eyes!

“What an arrogant boy!”

“How dare you speak to the daughter of the North Sea like this?”

“Do you think you can be arrogant just because you defeated a mere Ying Beidou?”

Around the arena, the contemporary geniuses roared.

Jun Wannian and others were among them, and even the Xingluo Saint Ying Beidou was mixed in the crowd and came to watch the fight in disguise.

At first, Ying Beidou couldn’t help but show anger on his face when he heard the arrogant words of the young man in black.

But then, he heard the indignant shouts of his peers watching the fight around him.

Especially the last sentence, a mere Ying Beidou.

The corners of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

This… I only lost two games, is it necessary to lose face to this extent?

However.

Ying Beidou shook his head, dispelling the distracting thoughts in his mind, and his eyes fell on the young man in black, and there was worry in his eyes.

Although he was very unhappy, he had to admit it.

When he fought with the young man in black, compared with Jian Rushuang’s Fu Hai style, the sword killing technique performed by the young man in black gave him a stronger sense of oppression!

“This battle… Jian Rushuang is really in danger!”

Ying Beidou couldn’t help but whispered softly.

On the ring, Jian Rushuang was silent for a while after hearing the words of the young man in black. Then, under the stunned gaze of everyone, in their eyes, Jian Rushuang, who should have been invincible and swept away all opponents for His Highness Wuming.

But he nodded slightly, actually acknowledging the words of the young man in black!

“You’re right. If I only use the Sea Covering Style, I’m really not your opponent!”

Said.

Jian Rushuang, however, changed the subject. With the same “clang”, the spirit sword was unsheathed, held tightly in her bare hands, and the sword tip was raised!

“But, I am now far from being able to compare with the time when I defeated Ying Beidou!”

While speaking, Jian Rushuang took a step forward. In her mind, she recalled the true meaning of the swordsmanship contained in the sword talisman given to her by her own prince. She took a deep breath, and the spiritual power in her dantian swept and gathered in her palm.

Then, a sword fell down!

“Boom!”

For a while.

The entire Beiming City, and even the boundless void around Beiming City, were filled with the rumbling sound of thunder, sweeping across the world, and there was also a vast spiritual light, rolling back and gathering behind Jian Rushuang, evolving into a boundless and vast phantom like a god!

If Gu Changqing were here, he would be able to tell at a glance that although he couldn’t see the face of the phantom of the god, his figure and aura were quite similar to his own. The mighty sword energy flowing in the phantom of the god was very similar to the sword he had slashed out in the Buried Sword Gorge when he first met Jian Rushuang! However, the people watching the battle around him couldn’t recognize who the phantom of the god was. But it didn’t prevent them from changing color involuntarily after the brilliant spiritual light soared into the sky and condensed into the phantom of the god like an immortal or demon. Even the young man in black couldn’t help but look up in surprise, looking at the sword-light god, with the same unbelievable light in his eyes! “Clang!” Jian Rushuang pursed his lips tightly, his eyes were firm, but he didn’t hesitate, and directly urged the spiritual sword in his hand to chop forward. So, the shadow of the deity also simultaneously triggered a divine sword light, like the blazing sun, blazing like fire, slashing down, just one sword!

In the entire Beiming City, countless cultivators and powerful giants were watching with horror.

The battle ring that Beiming City had stored for countless years, even the great masters of the Saint Queen Realm and even the Saint Emperor Perfect Realm, had fought here.

It was under the mighty sword light that it broke with a sound, breaking countless pieces of stone and scattering all over the sky!

“Cut… cut into the air?”

Until the stone chips that soared into the sky dissipated.

Everyone present came back to their senses one by one, and then they noticed that the young man in black just avoided the point where the sword light fell and was not hurt.

“No, it’s not cut into the air!”

A giant spoke up, staring at the young man in black.

“It’s the daughter of the Northern Ming Emperor, she held back on purpose!”

Sure enough.

After a brief silence.

The young man in black finally recovered from his shock and looked back at Jian Rushuang. There was no emotion in his eyes, only boundless dullness and dullness.

“What kind of sword is this?”

“This sword?”

Hearing the question from the young man in black, Jian Rushuang was also startled, and then, in his mind, he instantly recalled the scene of his own prince in the Buried Sword Gorge, achieving the sword heart, and slashing down with one sword. As if inspired by God, he spoke.

“This sword is called… Buried Heaven Style!”

“Burial Heaven? What a domineering name…”

The black-clothed young man murmured with emotion, and his eyes also recovered a little spirit. He took a deep breath: “But the true meaning of this sword is worthy of such a name!”

Said.

The light in the eyes of the black-clothed young man became brighter and brighter, and he looked at Jian Rushuang with burning eyes.

“I just saw that when this sword fell, a figure like an immortal god appeared.”

“I think it should be the sword sage of my human race who created this style. The true spirit manifested and triggered the resonance of the great way!”

“I don’t know if the North Ming Emperor’s daughter can tell me the name of this sage?”

Said, the black-clothed young man actually bowed to Jian Rushuang in front of everyone.

“As a young man in swordsmanship, I should always worship such sages in my heart, hoping that one day I can surpass them and live up to their intention of leaving their unique knowledge to the world!”

Looking at the young man in black, bowing and saluting.

The monks watching the fight around the ring were all stunned.

Although they could all feel the terrifying power contained in the immortal shadow summoned by Jian Rushuang just now.

But what they didn’t expect was that the immortal figure’s attainments in swordsmanship would be so exaggerated that the young man in black, who was arrogant and looked down on everything just now, would show such respect!

However, what surprised them was.

After hearing the words of the young man in black and seeing him bowing and sincerely asking for advice.

There was no smugness on Jian Rushuang’s face, but her expression became a little strange.

“Daughter of the Northern Ocean, what do you mean by this?”

The young man in black was startled, thinking that Jian Rushuang was unhappy with his previous arrogant attitude.

“If you think I was rude before, please forgive me, Princess. I was too arrogant and underestimated the heroes of the world!”

The young man in black bowed solemnly, and seeing his appearance, Jian Rushuang finally couldn’t hold it anymore.

The girl shook her head slightly, with a smile on her face that she tried hard to hide but couldn’t suppress completely. Her cherry lips parted and her voice was gentle and beautiful.

But the words she said made the young man in black and even everyone present suddenly hold their breath!

“You are too polite, fellow Daoist. I am not blaming you for your previous impoliteness, but…”

“Fellow Daoist, you keep calling me sages, but the Sky Burial Sword I comprehended was not obtained from the sages of our race, but a sword talisman bestowed by my prince!”

“That immortal-like phantom was not from the sages, but from the phantom of the Great Dao inspired by the true meaning of the sword of my prince!”