Chapter 2396 Black Sanda's Knife

"Joke! Why should I apologize to you? Who are you?"

Ge Song didn't see how he was knocked back by the Black Sand Sword, but he knew that the Black Sand Sword must be very powerful.

At this time, he was full of momentum and had the idea to compete with the Black Sandao.

"I'm not even an onion, but I know you're not even an onion.

I'll give you three days to kneel and kowtow to apologize.

Don't worry, after three counts, if you don't apologize, I can definitely kill you with one move! "

Black Sandao still stared at Zhang Xing, without even looking at Ge Song.

"One move? You are too..."

"one!"

Just when Ge Song sneered and didn't finish his sentence, Hei Sandao started counting.

"two!"

The atmosphere suddenly became tense.

Ge Song also concentrated on defense.

However, the hand holding the sword trembled slightly.

Although Heisandao didn't emit any strong breath, there seemed to be invisible pressure in his plain words. The pressure made Ge Song couldn't help but close his mouth, and fine beads of sweat oozed from his forehead.

"three!"

Uh-huh!

The red sword flashed so fast that Ge Song's face instantly turned pale. He wanted to retreat but couldn't take a step forward.

He wanted to block with his sword, but he didn't know where to start!

Ge Song felt despair in his heart.

"Knife in the palm of your hand!"

"Human knife!"

Seeing the red sword light, the geniuses around them couldn't help but be shocked, and someone said in a low voice.

Black Three Swordsmen are also skilled in the art of swordsmanship, and their strength is deeper than those who cultivate the art of swordsmanship without blood.

Xiu Wuxue had a knife in his hand and a knife in his heart, but it was a broken hatchet.

That was his childhood knife, he couldn't let it go, he had feelings for it.

But the Black Sandao has been cultivated to the point where there is no knife in the hand, and the palm is a knife.

There is no sword in his heart, his people are the sword.

The level of the two can be distinguished at a glance.

Some people call the Black Sand Sword the Palm Sword, and some people call it the Human Sword.

But no matter how he is called, it is undeniable that he is ranked 62nd on the list of geniuses.

There are not many people on the list of geniuses who can let him use three swords, but all the targets he has used three swords on are already dead.

The remaining sixty-one geniuses have not yet reached the time for him to draw his sword.

He is confident he can advance ten places this time.

Someone at the elder generation's level said that he could advance at least twenty places this time.

But Hei Sandao objected to this statement. He said that he was self-aware and never aimed too high.

At this moment, what he was wielding was the knife in his palm.

But his eyes were still fixed on Zhang Xing.

"Why!"

Zhang Xing sighed in his heart, and his mind left the cabin.

Hua Rong inside was expressionless, completely indifferent to Ge Song's life and death.

"I gave you another chance, but you..."

Zhang Xing's ambition has long been the Ninth Heaven, or even the vast sea of ​​​​stars beyond the Ninth Heaven.

How could he stay in the north with the title of King of Men?

For the sake of the old farmer, he wanted Hua Rong to sit in this position.

Although Hua Rong is a typical snobbery, Jiang Shan's nature is easy to change and hard to change, so she can only let her go.

Although she is selfish and greedy, if she is responsible for the prosperity of the human race, will she take on this responsibility?

But now it seems a bit ridiculous.

If a friend she grew up with could die without saving her, could she still save others?

Obviously impossible!

Zhang Xing would even think that if Ge Song had a Dao Thunder Fruit, Princess Huarong would definitely rescue him.

Once she takes the position of the Human King, there are so many ordinary people in the human race who don't have the Dao Lei Guo to give her.

If faced with life and death interests, she would definitely give up saving the human race and choose to achieve her goal by exchanging benefits.

Forget it, although Ge Song is naughty by nature, he is a talent that can be made.

His cultivation level is still in the past, but his advantage is that he is good at creating momentum, knows how to take advantage of it, and knows how to use it.

This time he came to Shura Sect to participate in the Tianjiao Competition. He followed my lead and raised his arms, and even the three young masters who were at odds with him were fooled into coming.

If Ge Song is pushed to the position of human king, the north will probably be united like never before.

Then, their forces will also gather together to form a new force that can compete with the Demon Sect and the Shura Sect.

Of course, Zhang Xing will still give them a lot of help.

Based on their current strength alone, they are still far behind the Demon Sect and Shura Sect.

"Stop it!"

Zhang Xing's thoughts moved, and the ice crystal sword in Ge Song's hand suddenly flashed uncontrollably.

Fly out in an instant!

bite!

The tip of the sword accurately hit the back of the sword that was already close to Ge Song's eyebrows and was condensed by divine power.

With a soft sound, the sword energy in his palm suddenly dissipated into the air like a broken balloon.

Black Sandao's right hand behind his back trembled, and a drop of blood rolled out from the tip of his middle finger.

"He... took action!"

His pupils shrank, and with a bang, sword energy suddenly came out of his body!

This sword energy did not come out towards Ge Song, but slashed towards Zhang Xing like lightning.

He knew that it was not Ge Song who waved his sword to block the light, but the young man sitting cross-legged on the war boat.

Even though he didn't see how Zhang Xing moved, it didn't hinder his determination to fight.

Zhang Xing opened his eyes slightly, and between a few strands of hair, his eyes faintly glanced at the sword light that was carrying a dense blue murderous aura, almost as if it could split the heaven and the earth.

"good!"

Zhang Xing spoke lightly and praised.

There are not many Tianjiao who can get Zhang Xing's praise. At least among the Tianjiao he has seen, Jin Daiyi is one and Xiu Wuxue is one.

But Hei Sandao is stronger than them.

It is rare to transform one's own divine power into a sword energy close to the substance.

I am afraid that his current cultivation has reached the extreme of the fourth level of the divine realm. As long as he further comprehends the Dao of the Sword, he can enter the fifth level of the half-step divine realm.

By then, his strength will be almost the same as that of the Demon Lord and the Shura King.

It seems that the Tianjiao Competition held every three years in the Fourth Heaven is to inspire these young people to work hard and never fall behind in cultivation.

The disciple is better than the master, which is fully demonstrated here!

At this moment, Zhang Xing couldn't help but praise the painstaking efforts of the old predecessors in the Fourth Heaven!

"Despicable!"

"You sneak attack!"

"You fucking..."

Seeing that Hei Sandao gave up Ge Song and suddenly swung his sword to slash at the ice and snow warship, more than a hundred young masters changed their faces and cursed!

But before they could finish their curse, the green blade light rushed into the warship!

Swish!

At the same time, the young masters on the warship planned to show their weapons and resist.

But they suddenly found that this knife was not going to smash the warship, but was going to Zhang Xing!

"Be careful..."

What happened at this moment was too fast, so fast that they were overwhelmed. Before the weapons were drawn out, and before the words were finished, the green blade light had already arrived in front of Zhang Xing.

It is not an exaggeration to say that this process was a thought.

Those young masters could only watch the defenseless Zhang Xing about to be cut in half.

Whoosh!

The sharp blade air blew Zhang Xing's hair apart, revealing his face.

He Zhang Xing still had a calm expression, he opened his mouth and spit out a word lightly!

"Break!"

Swish! The dragon energy in his body instantly condensed, forming a colorful little dragon.

The little dragon suddenly spurted out with his word "break"!

With a splash!

The strongest sword energy suddenly dissipated, turning into a gust of wind without any attack power, blowing across Zhang Xing's face.

At the same time, the colorful little dragon continued to move forward with its momentum, and rushed towards the Black Three Swords in an instant!