Chapter 817 Jian Wushuang's Shot

Around the arena, everyone looked at Jian Wushuang with pity.

In their opinion, if Jian Wushuang goes up now, it's just death.

"Go ahead, use all your strength, otherwise, you will have no chance." Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang indifferently, his eyes seemed to be looking at an ant.

"as you wish."

Jian Wushuang responded casually, the Shaodi Sword appeared in his hand, and then he swung a sword directly at Xia Yan from a long distance.

A sword was swung out, and a huge sword shadow immediately attacked and killed Xia Yan.

However, with such a long distance and the speed of that sword is not fast, let alone Xia Yan, any strongest god can easily avoid it.

"What is this kid doing?"

"Could it be that he knew he was going to die, so he gave up and just wanted to pretend?"

"It's not like this is what it looks like. I can dodge such a sword."

Many warriors in the audience were discussing.

And just as they expected, such a 'bright and upright' sword shadow slashed over, and Xia Yan's figure was only slightly illusory, and he easily avoided it.

"Sure enough, it's an ant."

Xia Yan smiled disdainfully, and with a movement, he appeared in front of Jian Wushuang, and then a pitch-black sword light flashed out.

This knife light is astonishingly fast.

Before that, Zong Yuan and the devil died under this sword light one after another.

Seeing this scene, many people in the audience sighed secretly.

But just when this sword light was about to touch Jian Wushuang's body...

clang!

The sound of metal collision sounded, and a strange sword shadow appeared silently, and the sword was properly resisted.

"Huh?" Xia Yan raised his head in surprise.

"what?"

"Is it blocked?"

The surroundings of the arena were full of surprise.

They saw that Jian Wushuang swung his sword and blocked Xia Yan's sword.

"interesting."

The corners of Xia Yan's mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were abnormally cold. With a move of his wrist, the pitch-black and cold sword in his hand swooped! ! ! swept out one after another.

San Dao Sen Leng's sword shadow radiating cold light swept straight towards Jian Wushuang's throat, heart, and eyebrows.

These three sword shadow powers are not very strong, but the speed is extremely terrifying.

clang! clang! clang!

Three consecutive clashes resounded through the ring, and these three sword shadows were also blocked by Jian Wushuang.

"Can you keep up with the speed of my knife?"

There was a hint of surprise in Xia Yan's heart, but then he snorted coldly, the pitch-black forest cold war knife in his hand was raised abruptly, and a majestic power instantly condensed.

Whoa!

The knife light slashed in an instant.

Before this Xia Yan shot, the battle knife was only fast, but the power was very general, but now this knife shows a vast power.

Jian Wushuang immediately raised his sword to resist.

Bang!

With a loud noise, the sword unparalleled blocked.

However, the terrifying power contained in this knife was crushed like a huge mountain, and Jian Wushuang was shocked and retreated immediately, and finally smashed to the very edge of the ring.

There was a huge pit on the ground of the arena, and the dust and smoke rolled.

"The strength of this god is still too strong, but unfortunately, it is still a waste." Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang who was trapped in the giant pit, sneered, and then turned around and wanted to leave.

In the audience, countless spectators looked at Xia Yan in awe.

"This Xia Yan is really too strong."

"In the three battles, he faced three very tyrannical and strongest gods, but in the end, he won easily."

"No wonder he dared to say that he would fight against three by one. Indeed, even if these three gods join forces, it is estimated that in his hands, they will not be able to support half a column of incense."

Excited voices came from all directions.

These voices all fell into Xia Yan's ears. Xia Yan was still calm, with the appearance of a graceful son. On the bright side, he didn't pay any attention to these amazed voices.

But in the bottom of my heart, it is very comfortable.

He really enjoys this feeling of being admired by all the stars and the moon.

This feeling made him very happy and comfortable.

With a hint of joy, this Xia Yan walked to the edge of the ring and looked at Lin Wan, "Miss Wan'er..."

Xia Yan just wanted to say something, but suddenly, snap! The sound of the ground breaking suddenly sounded, and a pebble turned into a stream of light and shot directly at Xia Yan's head.

Xia Yan's face sank, his body surging with breath, and he directly shook the stone into powder, and followed him and turned to look.

I saw Jian Wushuang's figure has stood up again from the giant pit. He stood there coldly, waving his hand to pat the dust on his clothes.

Looking at Jian Wushuang at the moment, Xia Yan's expression couldn't help changing.

"not dead?"

"Not only did he not die, but he didn't even get hurt much?"

A hint of surprise rose in Xia Yan's heart.

The knife he just made was very powerful. Even if a fourth-step Eternal Realm collided head-on, he couldn't be unscathed, right?

"He wasn't injured?"

"Is it uninjured, not even the breath weakened in the slightest?"

"This……"

Around the arena, a large number of warriors also looked at Jian Wushuang again.

These warriors were also stunned.

The only ones who weren't surprised were the three of them, Zijing Island Master, Tianyun Pavilion Master, and Yang Zaixuan.

On the arena, Jian Wudhuang's face was cold, without the slightest emotion, staring at Xia Yan in front of him, "Xia Yan, I heard that you are called the first god of the ancient world?"

"Is there such a thing, what's wrong?" Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang coldly, but there was still a trace of disdain in his eyebrows.

The corner of Jian Wushuang's mouth twitched, and the cold words slowly spit out from his mouth, "It's nothing, I just want to tell you, if your strength is only this level, then from today onwards, your title of god of the first day , it's mine."

What Jian Wushuang said was very casual and plain, but many warriors in the Bloody Battle Stage heard it, but they couldn't help but widen their eyes.

The title of God on the first day belongs to him?

what is this?

"Haha, very good, then I want to see how you want to take it from me." Xia Yan's face became gloomy, obviously Jian Wushuang's words had completely angered him.

"I'll let you know."

Jian Wushuang didn't say any more nonsense. He tightened the Shaodi sword in his hand, but the next moment directly stimulated the power of his bloodline.

In an instant, his body began to soar at an astonishing speed.

Not only did his stature begin to soar, but his breath also soared.

Under the stunned silence of countless surrounding warriors, in just a moment, Jian Wushuang had transformed into an ancient god of gold armor fifteen meters high.

The Shaodi Sword in his hand also soared along with his body, soaring to ten meters long.