Chapter 915 Practice for Another Five Hundred Years!

Strong!

Shocking!

Jian Wuxin, who was ranked third on the list of visions, the most outstanding descendant of the Sword Sect, was in the middle of a fight and couldn't even pull out his sword!

If this matter spreads, it will definitely cause an uproar!

Nangong Ling was a little confused in his mind.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to imagine that Jian Wuhen would be defeated so completely!

Normally, Jian Wuxing has cultivated the vision of thousands of swords returning to his clan, and has been recognized by the swordsmanship. Any swordsmanship in front of him will be suppressed!

But this battle seems to be exactly the opposite.

Jian Wuxing looked like a child in front of his young uncle. He was beaten indiscriminately and couldn't even pull out the sword!

"What a strong body, what a powerful melee fighter!"

Wu Tianyu looked at the two people fighting on the long street and murmured softly.

On the long street, Jian Wujian kept retreating, his original pride and calmness no longer on his face, replaced by panic.

There is no way to fight back!

"Jian Wuxiang was defeated?"

Many monks looked at this scene in disbelief.

Although the vision list is a ranking of the real Jindan's strength, after entering the Nascent Soul Realm, it is no surprise that the monks who can be ranked on the list will not be too weak in combat power!

Everyone did not expect that Jian Wuxin, who was third on the list of visions, would be defeated by an unknown monk in blue!

Moreover, as a sword cultivator, I have never used a sword from beginning to end!

This is really a shame for sword cultivators!

"Thieves, don't be arrogant!"

"Save senior brother!"

The dozen or so Jian Zong monks who were standing aside to watch the battle saw Jian WuXing in such a state, they no longer cared about anything and took action one after another!

Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!

The sword light was dazzling and shocking, the sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sharp edges were revealed, forming an airtight sword network, covering Su Zimo!

"What are you doing? Are you still shameless? Bullying the many and the few!"

Ruxuan couldn't bear it anymore and shouted immediately.

Without saying a word, Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan immediately took out their magic weapons and pinched their magic weapons, preparing to take action to help Su Zimo.

Canglang!

At this moment, the sound of the sword being unsheathed resounded throughout the world!

A stunning sword light appeared on the long street, a vast expanse of white, blazing and dazzling, across the void!

The long sword behind Jian Wuxing was pulled out!

This long sword is slender and sharp, with a chilly air. Six magic patterns flash on the sword, which is extremely dazzling. It is a magical weapon of the Innate Heavenly Lord!

Ranked third on the list of visions, he is also a descendant of the Sword Sect, so it is normal to have the Xiantian Lord's magic weapon!

This magical sword has a great background. It is called Jinghong Magic Sword. It is Jian Wuxin’s natal magical weapon and is also the third reward on his vision list!

The group of cultivators moved.

Unexpectedly, at the last moment, the sword was still unsheathed!

Everyone knows that a sword cultivator holding a long sword with his bare hands is a cultivator on two levels!

"If the sword without trace is in hand, the man in green shirt will be in danger."

"Well, Jian Wuxing has sharp swordsmanship and has obtained the true inheritance of the Sword Sect. What if... hmm? No!"

The man stared, suddenly speechless.

Many monks also discovered abnormalities.

Nangong Ling looked at it intently, and couldn't help being shocked, with disbelief in his eyes!

The Jinghong Magic Sword was not in Jian Wuxing's hand at all.

And in the hands of my junior uncle!

The one who pulled out the Jinghong Magic Sword was not Jian Wuxing, but Su Zimo!

Not only will I beat you until you can't draw your sword, but I will also take your sword away!

At this moment, the sword energy net released by more than a dozen sword cultivators from the Sword Sect has descended. The cold air is bone-piercing, as if cutting the void into pieces!

Su Zimo held the Jinghong Long Sword in his hand, roared loudly, and slashed with his backhand!

Boom!

This sword actually made the sound of roaring waves!

Su Zimo used his long sword to cut out the stormy waves in the Dinghai Scroll!

The magic power surged in mid-air, and the sword light was fierce, as if it turned into a stormy sea, and collided heavily with the sword net!

In an instant, more than a dozen sword cultivators had an illusion in their hearts. They seemed to be trapped in a furious sea and might be drowned at any time!

It's not just them.

Even the monks who were watching seemed to feel that they were in the waves, swaying and spinning!

In the deep and turbulent ocean, every monk feels extremely small.

This is the true power of heaven and earth!

Wu Tianyu quickly closed his eyes and kept calming his mind and concentrating his soul. Only then did this feeling gradually dissipate.

"What a strong sword spirit!"

The Feiyumen monk next to him was shocked and his face turned pale.

Wu Tianyu slowly opened his eyes, frowned slightly, looked strange, and murmured softly: "Sword Intent..."

For some reason, he always felt that the sword intention was a bit weird. It seemed to lack some of the edge of the sword, but had more weight!

Ding-ding-ding-ding!

On the battlefield, there was a series of sounds of fighting between Jin and Ge!

The sword net is broken!

All the sword light collapsed in an instant, and the world returned to peace.

Nangong Ling and Liu Hanyan stopped and quietly dispersed the spells from their fingertips.

Because it is no longer needed.

With just one sword, the victory is decided!

More than a dozen sword cultivators fell not far away, their faces pale, all the swords in their hands broken, and their sword tips scattered on the ground.

Some sword cultivators had their tiger's jaws cracked by the shock, and blood was flowing out. They could no longer hold their swords and threw them aside.

The grades of these long swords are not low either.

Either it is a top-grade True Monarch's magical weapon, or it is a top-grade True Monarch's magical weapon.

But now, they are all ruined and reduced to a pile of junk!

The whole process seems simple, just one sword strike.

But it was Su Zimo's powerful physical strength, combined with the innate Jinghong Magic Sword, and the powerful explosion of sword intent, that achieved this effect!

On the long street, there was only one tall figure standing prominently, with flowing black hair, an upright green shirt, holding a long sword, and an indifferent expression.

Su Zimo raised the sword in his hand and flicked it with his fingers.

The sword body trembled, making a buzzing sound that became louder and louder.

"Good sword."

Su Zimo sighed in admiration and said without any doubt: "It belongs to me."

With that said, he had already put the Jinghong Magic Sword into his storage bag and walked towards the outside of the city.

Nangong Ling and the others were stunned for a moment, and quickly followed.

This time, no one in Fengyun City dared to block Su Zimo's way!

Jian Wuzong looked unwilling, looking at Su Zimo's back, gritted his teeth and said: "Do you dare to return the Jinghong Magic Sword to me, let's fight again! As long as I hold the sword in my hand, I..."

Before Jian Wuxing could finish his words, the clothes on his body suddenly exploded and turned into pieces of rags, scattered on the ground.

hiss!

The next moment, the group of cultivators were in an uproar, and there was a burst of restlessness!

"What are you doing!"

Jian Wuxing looked around and found that all the monks were staring at him, with complex expressions ranging from shock, horror, pity, and ridicule...

"What are you looking at!"

Jian Wuxing roared again, his eyes were red, and his expression was already ferocious.

"Senior brother, you, your chest..."

A Jian Sect monk's voice was trembling, and he pointed at Jian Wuxing's chest, his expression inexplicably frightened.

Jian Wuxing lowered his head and looked.

At some point, his chest was scratched by something, and there was blood dripping from it. There were five words written in blood on it - practice for another five hundred years!

Jian Wuzhen felt cold all over his body, and his hands and feet were cold.

These five words must have been written on his chest by the man in green shirt during the fight between the two!

This means that if the man in green shirt wants to kill him, he will die countless times!

But these five words were simply more painful than killing him!

Every word is heartbreaking!

"puff!"

In full view of everyone, Jian Wuxing was so angry that he opened his mouth to spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted on the spot.

It's Valentine's Day today. I guess many Taoist friends have gone to celebrate the holiday. For the remaining singles, don't cry. Lao Dao is with you. It will soon be our zodiac year. . .