Chapter 914 I’ll Beat You Until You Can’t Draw the Sword!

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar!

Contempt!

Extreme contempt!

Many monks looked at Su Zimo as if they were looking at a dead person.

Anger first surged up in Jian Wuxing's eyes.

But then, he suddenly laughed, looked at Su Zimo and nodded repeatedly, and said: "Very good, this is the edge that a sword cultivator should have!"

"The more you do this, the more I appreciate it."

At this time, Jian Wuxing still didn't realize who he was talking to.

In other words, none of the monks in Fengyun City knew the true identity of the man in blue!

In the Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, Su Zimo can fight head-on with mid-level demons.

Intermediate demons are equivalent to the Taoists who return to the void in the world of cultivation!

And Jian Wuhen, although he is third on the list of visions, he is still the True Lord of Nascent Soul!

Moreover, this vision list has just ended, and his cultivation level is only at the early stage of Nascent Soul!

Not to mention, Su Zimo has now reached the peak of the late Nascent Soul stage.

Even a hundred years ago, when Su Zimo first entered the Nascent Soul Realm, it was no problem to suppress the sword without a trace!

Jian Wuxing said slowly: "Let's have a spar. If you can accept my three swords, I will let you leave here."

After a short pause, Jian Wuxing continued: "If you can't catch it, just follow me honestly and you won't disobey my will in the future! Don't you dare to bet!"

"Three swords are enough."

"Yes, with Jian Wuxin's combat power, if he attacks with all his strength, even the fourth one on the Vision List may not be able to catch his three swords!"

"This monk in blue shirt will definitely lose."

Everyone thought they were bystanders and started talking a lot.

The Feiyumen monk looked at the man beside him and asked in a low voice: "Senior brother, what do you think of this bet?"

"Jian Wuxiang's sword is very fast, three swords..."

Wu Tianyu shook his head slightly and said: "In the Nascent Soul Realm, there are probably no more than ten people who can catch his three swords!"

Wu Tianyu and Jian Wuxing were in the same class of vision rankings and knew each other well.

He has a very high opinion of Jian Wu Xing!

The Feiyu Sect monk said: "So, the monk in blue shirt must have lost! The ten people mentioned by the senior brother are definitely the top strong men in the Nascent Soul Realm, and they are famous all over the world. This person is obviously not among them."

"Um……"

Wu Tianyu mused: "It's hard to say, I always feel that this monk in green shirt is unfathomable and not simple."

The Feiyumen monk disagreed and said: "Brother, don't forget, this person is a sword cultivator. Once we fight, he will definitely be suppressed by Jian Wuxin. He can't win this bet!"

…

On the long street, Nangong Ling, Liu Hanyan, and Ruxuan looked worried, and they all sent messages to Su Zimo, please don't accept this bet!

Once they lose, their junior uncle will become someone else's follower, which neither they nor the Bailian Sect can bear.

What's more, Nangong Ling and the others really couldn't see Su Zimo having any hope of winning.

"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"

Jian Wuzong looked confident and asked with a smile.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Su Zimo looked up to the sky and laughed, saying: "You can bet! However, there is no need for three swords. If you can draw the sword in front of me, I will lose!"

After the words fell, the cultivators were stunned!

Near the long street, there was silence!

These words were extremely arrogant, but when everyone heard them, they felt an arrogant and mind-shaking aura!

Who dares to say such words in front of Jian Wuxing?

This time the vision tops the list, does Ye Tiancheng dare?

Second on the list of visions, Yama dares!

There are all Nascent Soul Lords in the Tianhuang Continent, but who dares to do so?

But someone dares!

"you!"

Jian Wuxing narrowed his eyes, cold light surging.

This time, he was really angry and said in a cold voice: "You are so brave..."

"kill!"

Before Jian Wuxing could finish his words, he was interrupted by Su Zimo's loud shout!

The secret technique of sound range, thunder sound kills!

After practicing the "Purple Lightning Technique", the power of Thunder Sound Killing became even greater than before.

The monks watching nearby felt their whole bodies shake, the ground trembled, and sand and stones flew up.

You can imagine what kind of impact the Jian Wuhen directly opposite suffered!

This loud shout was like a thunderbolt from the blue, exploding in Jian Wuxing's ears, making his ears buzz and his scalp numb!

But Jian Wuhen can reach the third place on the list of visions, how can he be an easy person.

He has rich experience in fighting, and he immediately realized that this was Su Zimo's secret sound technique!

Zhengzhengzheng!

Jian Wuzhen circulated his energy and blood, and a clanging sound of sword energy came from his body!

Among the major super sects on the Tianhuang Continent, some body refining sects are extremely famous, such as the Immortal Sect Liuli Palace, the Demon Sect Overlord Palace, and the Buddhist Vajra Temple.

In fact, Jian Zong's body refining skills are also extremely powerful!

The physical body is tempered with sword energy. In the process of continuous tearing and repairing, the physical body's energy and blood become extremely powerful and sharp!

The physical body of a Sword Sect monk has been cultivated to the limit, and the energy and blood will be mixed with the edge of sword energy.

The fingers are like swords. If you wave the sword fingers, you can cut off the magical weapon!

Jian Wuzhen circulated his energy and blood, and had just eliminated the negative effects caused by Lei Yin's killing, when he felt a green figure in front of his eyes crushing over him!

"court death!"

Jian Wuxing sneered and turned to pull out the long sword on his shoulder!

This action of drawing a sword was too familiar to him.

It can be said that after joining the Sword Sect, the first sword technique you practice is how to draw a sword!

Even in his sleep, even if his six senses are imprisoned, Jian Wuhen can still pull out the long sword immediately.

This has become his instinct!

However, his long sword had just been halfway drawn out when it was pushed back by a pair of big hands!

Buzz!

The sound of the sword just sounded and then stopped suddenly!

The sword has been sheathed!

He's fast.

Su Zimo is faster!

The green shadow flickered, Su Zimo was already approaching him, and the distance between him and him was only a short distance away!

boom! boom! boom!

In desperation, Jian Wuxing could only fight with Su Zimo with his bare hands!

But then, Jian Wuzong's expression changed drastically, and he almost couldn't bear it anymore and cried out in pain!

Su Zimo's physical body is too strong!

Jian Wuxing's fists and palms hit him, as if they were hitting cold, hard rocks.

After three or two moves, his hands were already purple and green!

At this distance, Jian Wuxing didn't even have a chance to condense his magic skills.

Su Zimo's offensive was as dense as rain and suffocating!

Jian Wuxing gritted his teeth and his eyes were red. Regardless of Su Zimo's palm, he used his backhand to pull out the long sword on his shoulder, preparing to hurt both sides!

But Su Zimo scratched his chest with his palm, then stepped forward and slapped him on the shoulder!

Canglang!

Just as the long sword was unsheathed, it was knocked back by Su Zimo's palm again!

"you……"

Jian Wuzong was so angry that he was shaking all over, but he was helpless.

He kept retreating, trying to create space and pull out his sword, but Su Zimo pressed forward step by step, like a maggot on the tarsus, not giving him any chance!

In the blink of an eye, the two sides had exchanged dozens of moves!

During this period, Jian Wuxing tried to pull out his sword several times, but was blocked by Su Zimo every time!

And his own hands and arms, after the collision with Su Zimo, were already red and swollen, and were almost broken!

despair!

In Jian Wuxing's heart, there was only despair!

There is no chance to fight back!

If he continues to fight, all the bones in his body will be shattered before his long sword is drawn out!

There has never been a fight before, and he was reduced to this situation and lost so completely!

suppress!

Crush all the way!

I'll beat you until you can't draw your sword!

Thank you silently, the fruit of midsummer, Feng, my heart is like still water, I will just lie down wherever I fall to reward~