Chapter 428 Strong Physical Strength, It Is Already Night

Ci Song shook his right wrist and looked at the crowd below, his tone was very calm.

Perhaps it was because Ci Song's one-punch defeat of the Juren shocked them too much, and for a while, no one dared to challenge Ci Song on stage again.

"Hey, Junior Brother Ci's strength is getting stronger and stronger now. I have to practice hard when I go back, so that I won't be defeated by Junior Brother Ci across the border like Thirteen." Mo Lin, who was sitting in the audience seat, said to himself.

"What? No one dares to come up?" Ci Song looked at the crowd below, with a disdainful smile on his face.

"I'll meet you!"

At this moment, a young man in brocade clothes stood out from the crowd. He held a long sword, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, and he exuded a strong aura.

"Chu State, Si Xian, please teach me!"

Ci Song looked at Si Xian in front of him, and sensing his cultivation, he couldn't help but smile and said, "You are stronger than the man just now."

Si Xian frowned slightly, and then the long sword in his hand shook. The long sword in his hand shook instantly, and the tip of the sword brought a sharp sword energy, and the sound of breaking the wind sounded, like the whistling of a sharp blade cutting through the air.

I saw him move, and the whole person turned into a stream of light, and the long sword slashed towards Ci Song with the momentum of sweeping away the clouds. This sword gathered all his cultivation and strength, as if to tear Ci Song apart.

However, facing this thunderous blow, Ci Song seemed unusually calm. He did not use any weapons, but just clenched his fists and met Si Xian's attack.

"Ding!"

The long sword collided with Ci Song's fist, making a crisp metal collision sound. At the moment of collision, a strong breath burst out from Ci Song, as if an invisible force was supporting him. His fist and Si Xian's long sword were in a stalemate, and Si Xian's face showed an unbelievable look.

"Your strength is still too weak."

As Ci Song's voice fell, Si Xian only felt a huge force coming, as if a thousand-pound force was hitting his long sword, and the long sword in his hand almost flew out of his hand. He was shocked and quickly used his talent to stabilize his body and stepped back a few steps.

"What a strong force!" Si Xian looked at Ci Song, and a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes.

He didn't expect that Ci Song's physical strength was so strong that he could actually fight against the long sword in his hand with the blessing of talent. You know, his weapon is not an ordinary product, but a real calligraphy.

"Come again!"

Si Xian shouted, and the long sword in his hand turned into a cold light again, stabbing towards Ci Song. This time, his swordsmanship was more fierce, and each sword contained a strong killing intent, as if to put Ci Song to death.

However, facing Si Xian's attack, Ci Song still chose to confront him head-on. His fists and long sword kept colliding, making a "ding-ding-dang-dang" sound of metal collision.

"How can his physical strength be so strong? Is he a person who practices ancient methods to refine his body?"

The people in the audience were terrified. The means Ci Song used were too horrifying. You know, although talent can be used to refine the body, before ordinary writers become literary masters and before the dragon energy is added to their bodies, although their strength is much greater, their physical strength is actually only slightly stronger than that of ordinary people. Even with the blessing of talent, it is impossible to resist the calligraphy of literati.

The physical strength shown by Ci Song at this moment is especially like that achieved by people who practice ancient methods.

Of course, they don't know that Ci Song had swallowed the bone refining pill of the royal family of the Great Zhou Dynasty before, and attracted the dragon energy when he entered the ink. In addition, Ci Song had taken a three-month medicinal bath before. With the blessing of various factors, Ci Song's physical body has such strength.

Si Xian was getting more and more frightened as he fought. He found that Ci Song's physical strength was getting stronger and stronger, as if it was endless. Although his long sword was sharp, it seemed a little powerless in front of Ci Song's fist.

"This man's physical body is too strong. If we continue to fight, I will definitely be the loser."

Si Xian made up his mind and decided to use his unique skills to defeat Ci Song in one fell swoop.

He raised his long sword and his body turned into a residual shadow, rushing towards Ci Song. At the moment of approaching Ci Song, the long sword in his hand suddenly burst into a dazzling light, and he jumped up into the air and threw the long sword in his hand.

"Hundred Swords."

The long sword in the air instantly split into hundreds of sword shadows, each of which exuded a sharp breath, as if to pierce Ci Song into a sieve.

This move was Si Xian's trump card. He once obtained this sword technique in a secret realm in the State of Chu. After several years of practice, he finally practiced it to perfection.

"Interesting."

However, facing the sword shadows all over the sky, Ci Song did not show any fear, but a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He stood there, his eyes narrowed, as if looking for the flaws of these sword shadows.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

Just as the sword shadow was about to fall, Ci Song raised his right index finger and middle finger, and pointed at one of the sword shadows like a sword.

"Ding!"

A crisp sound rang out, and all the sword shadows in the sky collapsed instantly, turning into talent and dissipating in the air.

"What?"

Si Xian saw this scene and showed an incredible look on his face. His Hundred Swords Art is his strongest killer move. Every sword shadow contains his talent and will. It was actually revealed by Ci Song lightly?

"This... How is this possible?"

Si Xian's heart was full of shock and fear, and he couldn't believe his eyes. The Ci Song in front of him seemed to have become an invincible existence. No matter what moves he performed, he could not cause any harm to Ci Song.

"The moves are good, and the timing is perfect. If it were an ordinary person, they might have been defeated by you."

Ci Song commented lightly, and then he changed the subject and continued: "Unfortunately, you met me."

"It's already night."

As Ci Song's voice fell slowly in the air, he, who was originally standing as steady as a pine tree on the ring, disappeared without a trace in the next moment. Before everyone could react, they saw Ci Song appear in the air like a ghost.

"Boom!"

Si Xian's reaction was faster than Jiang He, and he quickly waved his sword to block, but his long sword was as fragile as a piece of paper in front of Ci Song's fist as heavy as a mountain. The long sword drew a sad arc in the air, and then was knocked away by a punch and fell far outside the ring.

"Ah!"

Si Xian's screams echoed in the air, and his body flew backwards and hit the ground hard. He covered his chest, a trace of bright red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were full of fear and unwillingness. The intense pain seemed to tear his consciousness apart, and eventually made him faint.

Ci Song slowly landed on the stage, gently patted his sleeves, and then said: "You have strength, but not much. If everyone's strength is like this, the qualification for this dragon tomb will be accepted by my Daliang country."

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