Five Thousand Three Hundred and Fifteen Chapters?? The Determination of the 9 Sword Elders

After a huge muffled sound, the Wind Chasing Sword on the arena was directly smashed out tens of thousands of miles.

The whole body started to crack.

Careless!

The Great Elder sitting above his face changed slightly.

Even Jian Wushuang couldn't help shaking his head in public, this Wind Chasing Sword was too wavey, and kept provoking with his movement.

Originally wanted to find Zhu Bacha's flaw, but in the end, he leaked the flaw, was seriously injured by a sword, and his body was shattered.

This is obviously going to end.

"Destroy me!" I wish the eight-forked demon body, swooping down from the majestic battle.

The Wind Chasing Sword drew the sword again, and the breath continued to rise, but it slumped in half, and it was obvious that the source was also injured.

"stop!"

Before Elder Nine Swords called to stop, the Great Elder stood up first, and with a wave of his hand, he pulled the Wind Chasing Sword out of the ring.

Elder Jiujian's expression changed, and he was a little angry.

He now doubts whether this Wind Chasing Sword is the illegitimate son of the Great Elder. Is it necessary to do this?

Even if the sword really fell, the Wind Chasing Sword would not be able to fall. At most, he was seriously injured and fell asleep for a while.

This is not good, let him correct his own faults.

The face of Taoist Liuyang is not very good-looking. If the Palace Master of the Qing Dynasty was not here, he would have to curse.

The battle between the juniors, is this necessary?

End the game in person, even if you want to stop the loss, it is the elder Nine Swords shot!

Could it be that Jiujian can still watch Tai Ajian of the Shangqing Palace fall?

The rest of the emperors, although a little dissatisfied, did not dare to show it, and could only turn their heads to congratulate Liuyang Daoist.

Hearing this, his face became better.

These people obviously don't care about treasures.

But Jian Wushuang cares!

In his opinion, the strength of the two is equal, and the elder elder will interfere, which is also in his expectation, so he will bet on a tie.

It's good now, this wind-chasing sword is too wasteful, his strength has not been revealed at all, and he is very hopeful of a tie. He has to hide his hand and wait for the opponent's flaws.

In the end he lost.

"Damn!"

Jian Wushuang cursed inwardly, but did not find any treasures, and finally lost the Immortal Execution Stone.

"I wish Bacha wins!" Jiujian elder shouted, and the other twelve Tai A Jianzi all leaked surprised expressions.

According to what the elders said, they shouldn't be the strongest. Originally, they had vowed to defend the entire arena without losing one.

Who would have thought that after only a few rounds, they would lose a game.

They also heard that a Taoist monarch came to the Tomb God Mountain. He was very powerful, and his origin was much stronger than that of the emperor. Before that person could make a move, they lost one person.

A lot of treasures and divine stones fell in front of Zhu Bacha.

"These are yours!"

When Zhu Bacha heard this, he thought that the golden sword would not be given to him, but hesitantly appeared at the moment, he did not dare to pick it up, and his eyes turned to Taoist Liuyang.

"Take it! These treasures have nothing to do with the golden sword!"

Daoist Liuyang said, Zhu Bacha dared to accept so many treasures.

"I still don't thank these seniors!" Six Yang Daoist said in a strange yin and yang manner.

Zhu Bacha seemed to have understood it, and bowed down to thank him.

Those who belonged to the Demon Sect were fine, but the expressions of other decent emperors were not very good-looking.

Especially Elder Nine Swords, he is not afraid of losing, nor does he complain.

I just can't stand the elder's behavior.

"Next round, continue!"

Elder Nine Swords, his voice was like a bell.

Zhu Bacha was the first to win the sword this time, and the remaining emperors also played.

Daojuns who can sit in the second row are as powerful as emperors, and their identities are extremely noble. This time, they are all for the golden sword and to make a name for themselves.

They are all characters who are about to join the Dao. This victory, the Dao Heart is complete, and the Dao has stepped into the emperor and become a strong one.

"Saro City, Broly!" A burly man with a naked upper body and eyes like white wax stood up.

He sits in the fifth row, which is very inconspicuous!

The breath is also normal.

With long black hair, bound by a headband, he looked like a savage.

Daojun, sitting in the third row, couldn't help sneering: "It's all this time, and there are still people daydreaming!"

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In the first few rounds, most of them were loose cultivators. These loose cultivators had no sect or sect. They reported their names directly, and no one knew them. They could only add a city name in front of them.

"Qingyang Sect, five scattered!"

"Jingguang City, last week!"

"........."

Jian Wushuang wasn't going to look any further, and there wasn't much to see in the back.

In general, he is very interested in the treasures of unique skills, but these people are not very good, no wonder Qishen Temple will recruit inheritors from the outside world.

The practitioners of the Four Secret Realms of Emotions are all wastes. No matter how strong the inheritance treasure is, the defects in the source cannot be made up.

Yang Sanmu knew this for a long time and didn't care about it, which is why he kept his face here all the time.

These people really don't deserve to sit at the same table with him.

He would rather believe in the puppets of the Xuanwu Temple than these wastes left over from ancient times.

"Tomb God Mountain, Jian Wushuang, ask for advice!"

Jian Wushuang's body was like a sharp blade, breaking out of the sky and falling directly into the last vacant arena.

The thirteenth Tai Ajian of the Shangqing Dynasty, the twelfth sword "Dream Sword Fairy!"

This name is also very similar to an old friend, and Jian Wushuang does not like it.

His appearance made Elder Jiujian's expression change. Today, Jinjian has lost at least two of them. He can't see through the strength of Jian Wushuang. Fairy Shengmengjian is more than enough.

The appearance of Jian Wushuang made many younger generations straighten their eyes.

They are even more incomprehensible to the mysterious Daojun on the Tomb God Mountain, but many people still think that it is too exaggerated.

The Four Great Secret Realms are so big that they can still be afraid of a Daoist who comes from a mountain.

Originally, these people still felt that Jian Wushuang's identity should also challenge Jian Kui, but they didn't expect to hit a woman.

It's really downgraded a bit.

They are all in the first row, and they are the same generation as those fifth-order emperors. That's all.

Nie Yuan didn't think there was anything wrong with Jian Wushuang. He was a master of kendo, and he could decipher many things about Jian Xiu's every move.

"Master Nie, is he strong?" Qingluo girl asked cautiously.

Nie Yuan nodded and said, "Very strong, at least one level stronger than that Dream Sword Fairy!"

"Then has he beat Tai A Jiankui?" The girl had a lot of questions in her heart. Seeing Master Nie's answer, she hurriedly asked.

Nie Yuan turned his head and said with indulgent eyes: "You won't know until you fight! Take a good look at it, it will be useful to you."

An emperor sitting in the fourth row couldn't help but snorted coldly and sneered: "Why, I just hugged my thigh, and I started to flatter."

The strength of this emperor is average, but his background is very strong, so he dares to speak out Nie Yuan.

Qingluo girl was very angry when she heard this sentence, but Nie Yuan suppressed it when she wanted to refute.

snort!

How powerful are the emperors, they can't see through Jian Wushuang, and those Taoists are even more useless.