The Supreme Sword of Martial Arts

"The one who draws the knife wins!".

Text Chapter [-] It turns out that you asked me to kill!

These embroidered spring knives seem to appear out of thin air, completely beyond the cognition of many knives.

But at this moment, before they had time to be alarmed, the embroidered spring knives were already lined up, half an inch into the ground. Involuntarily trembled!

That feeling was like... fear and fear!

"Nice knife!!!"

As a swordsman, the love for a good sword comes from the bottom of my heart.

So at this moment, among the hundreds of swordsmen, most of them had their eyes shining, but when they heard Ling Chen's words, they were unconsciously startled—these swords only penetrated half an inch into the ground, wouldn't it be easy to pull them out?

The most important thing is that the World Sealing Sabre Conference, which is huge and sensational in the whole world, has such a sloppy opening in the end? ?

The whole Jinyiwei, won't there be one person? !

What's going on here? ! !

"Lord Ling..."

Everyone looked at each other, subconsciously about to speak, but as soon as they said a name, they met Ling Chen's cold gaze.

"You have time for a stick of incense."

It was a very plain sentence, but everyone heard the unquestionable domineering from it.

And after saying these words, Ling Chen closed his eyes slightly, as if he had entered the realm of wandering beyond the heavens.

All the swordsmen looked stunned, just not knowing what to do when the time was right, a figure took firm steps and walked to the first row of embroidered spring knives, in front of the knife on the far right... Everyone looked subconsciously, but saw This embroidered spring knife has obviously been improved, and it is very similar to this person's knife!

Left-handed sword, Huaping!

"Wait, these knives—"

All the swordsmen were stunned, and an unimaginable idea suddenly appeared in their minds. Their eyes immediately shifted, and they searched among the rows of embroidered spring knives, and each quickly locked one of them.

Although the style is an embroidered spring knife, if you look closely, it is clearly the same as the knife they use on weekdays.

"The information of Jinyiwei is really terrifying.〃!"

"These embroidered spring knives are actually tailor-made for us?!"

When their hearts trembled, all the swordsmen saw Huaping, the famous divine sword on the rivers and lakes. They had already stretched out their left hand and held the handle of the Embroidered Spring Sword in front of them, but their faces were strangely solemn, and they couldn't help but be greatly surprised.

Li Gexiao, Feng Siniang, Yan Sanniang, and Ding Xiu also stepped out and found the knife that clearly "belongs" to them.

The first three obviously liked their respective knives, but they didn't care too much. Instead, Ding Xiu held the embroidered spring knife specially made by Jiangnan Foundry Bureau according to the Miao knife [Mei Ying] in his hand. , The joy of laughter blossomed.

"How much is such a knife worth?!"

When the word spread, everyone's eyes were focused on him, and his expressions were all extremely strange.

Ding Xiu didn't care about these glances at all. He spat out two mouthfuls of saliva and wiped it in the palm of his hand several times before reaching out his hands and holding the Miao Dao in front of him little by little.

The next moment, the same expression as Hua Ping appeared on his face.

At the same time, the same goes for Li Gexiao, Feng Siniang, and Yan Sanniang. The swordsmen who watched were inexplicable: "What's the situation? Is there anything unusual about these knives?!"

A famous swordsman walked out, walked to their respective swords, reached out and drew them.

Soon, the same expression appeared on the faces of every swordsman, like a copy, and none of the people who shot it succeeded in drawing the sword for the first time!

"The knife is half an inch into the ground, it's easy to pull!"

Fu Hongxue didn't make a move, just spoke lightly.

In fact, he didn't even need to do it.

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In fact, he didn't even need to do it.

The blood knife in his hand was unique and could not be copied, so among the hundreds of embroidered spring knives in the audience, there was no one suitable for him.

Xiao Shijilang is different.

He used a knife, but he didn't have a knife, so the last remaining embroidered spring knife was prepared for him... And he obviously understood this, and when he stepped out slowly, he seemed to respond with a smile: "But if you can't bear the sword's intention, even if the sword is only half an inch into the ground, you will never be able to pull it out!"

Amidst the laughter, he slowly reached out and held the handle of the Embroidered Spring sword in front of him. The light in his eyes suddenly flickered, and Guan Jue's inner power surged out, and he was about to pull out the sword with ease!

But the next moment, the smile on his face suddenly solidified!

"Chong-"

The knife in his hand suddenly trembled violently and shook, but it only loosened a little. The tip of the knife, which was half an inch into the ground, was still hidden in the ground, and there was no sign of it being pulled out!

"What a terrible sword intent!!"

Xiao Shiyilang's pupils shrank suddenly, and his face was actually flushed.

In the blink of an eye, he glanced at Ling Chen, and his heart was shocked beyond description: "Hundreds of knives were clearly shot from this person at the same time, but the knife intent attached to them is so strong that I can't even be the first with my internal strength. Time to pull it out..."

"how can that be?!"

"This person's Dao of the Blade is so powerful?!"