Chapter 169 Nine Tribulations Sword Saint, You only Used 60% of Your Strength at Most

Discussing swords is not a bloody battle.

It's more of a competition for swordsmanship.

Therefore, the crowd has been discussing the number of years of practicing swordsmanship, rather than the difference in realm.

When the Thunder Sword killed Tang Chen, many people showed expressions of wonder.

"Master Lei Jian specializes in the secret of thunder. He is good at lightning speed and has amazing explosive power. This sword is almost impossible to dodge."

"My junior uncle's sword-drawing technique of destroying the sky is famous for its speed. The collision between the two will definitely shock the world."

"Look, my junior uncle is moving!"

The crowd couldn't take their eyes away, for fear of missing the wonderful moment.

At this time, a floating sword shadow condensed above Tang Chen's head, directly colliding with the Thunder Sword.

Buzz!

The two swords crossed each other and were annihilated almost simultaneously.

Master Lei Jian did not give Tang Chen any chance to breathe.

As soon as I thought about it, thunder clouds appeared.

A more pure thunder sword condensed, as if it could annihilate the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

"Bring out your strongest sword!"

Master Lei Jian growled.

After saying this, the Thunder Sword burst out with thousands of thunder lights, striking directly at the vital point between Tang Chen's eyebrows.

"Little uncle!"

Ye Qingrou couldn't help but remind him.

On the other hand, Yi Zizai's face was expressionless.

"cut!"

Facing Master Lei Jian's strongest sword, Tang Chen gave a light drink.

Only a flash of sword light bloomed.

The originally menacing Thunder Sword suddenly froze.

Then, the Thunder Sword trembled violently.

The scene was split into two.

The sword energy on Master Lei Jian's body dissipated.

He took a deep look at Tang Chen and finally sighed: "I... lost!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the crowd took a deep breath.

Did Master Lei Jian admit defeat?

This battle is so fast!

According to the normal sword discussion process, the first sword is a test and warm-up.

The second sword is the real confrontation.

In other words.

Master Lei Jian and Tang Chen only exchanged one move.

Then Lei Jianzhen was defeated.

"Is this Junior Master Uncle's Heaven-Destroying Sword Drawing Technique? It's so fast and pure. It's even better than the Thunder Sword Master!"

"I just said that my junior uncle's chance of winning is extremely low, get out of here!"

"It's so fast that it can't be caught by the naked eye!"

The crowd sighed.

They are all sword cultivators, so of course they know the ropes.

The more so, the more emotional they become.

Tang Chen's level of swordsmanship far exceeded their expectations.

"how so!"

The back of the crowd.

A young man in black with a pig's head froze.

He is Ye Xunfeng.

The great elder's palm just now knocked him directly outside Wanjian City. Ninety percent of the bones in his body were broken, and his flesh and blood were about to collapse.

But with amazing perseverance, Ye Xunfeng crawled back.

He wanted to see Tang Chen defeated with his own eyes!

But in the end, Tang Chen actually defeated Master Lei Jian.

It was so easy to win.

This made Ye Xunfeng doubt himself.

In order to provoke a sword debate between Master Lei Jian and Tang Chen, he was slapped three times, lost his position as the chief of the academy, and became such a mess.

In the end Tang Chen won.

Received exclamations and praises from countless people.

Is this revenge?

Why does it seem like he's helping Tang Chen!

"Accepted."

Tang Chen smiled faintly, cupped his hands and said, "This junior will benefit a lot from fighting against a real person!"

Hearing this, Master Lei Jian changed his expression of defeat and looked at Tang Chen with admiration.

Tang Chen won the sword debate and could have enjoyed everyone's praise.

But he didn't do this, and he still humbled himself as a junior.

This is equivalent to giving Master Lei Jian a step down.

Just when Master Lei Jian was about to brag about business, a sneer came from the distance: "Your sword was just a random sword, it didn't even have the edge of immortal magic. The gap is so big, how can you benefit a lot?" ?”

As soon as the words fell, the whole place fell silent.

Master Lei Jian's face became even more serious, and he opened his mouth and cursed: "Who is talking, get out of here...get out...get out..."

Before he finished speaking, an old man in green clothes fell from the sky.

As soon as he saw this person, Master Lei Jian's throat seemed to be locked, and he couldn't spit out a word.

It's not just him.

A group of real strong men, as well as the older generation of sword cultivators, were also stagnant in place.

After a long time, someone finally said: "I've seen Mr. Jie!"

Wow!

The crowd was shocked!

Some cultivators who were less able to endure even collapsed to the ground on the spot!

"Senior Yi, do you know this person?"

Ye Qingrou asked Xiang Yi Zizai.

Yi Zizai nodded and said, "Nine Tribulations Sword Master."

Ding!

Ye Qingrou's heart twitched violently.

As a sword cultivator, she always pays attention to Jianzhou.

It is rumored that there is a top sword cultivator in Jianzhou. He takes thunder tribulation as his way and creates his own Nine Tribulations Sword Technique. Every sword strike is like a thunder tribulation coming, and its power is as powerful as a real heavenly tribulation.

Therefore, he is revered as the Nine Tribulations Sword Saint.

"Baby, do you want me to get out?"

The Nine Tribulations Sword Master looked at Master Lei Jian with a smile.

Hearing these words, Master Lei Jian knelt down suddenly and said in a trembling voice: "Master, my disciple... I don't mean this!"

"Then what do you mean?"

The Nine Tribulations Sword Master looked like he would not give up.

Master Lei Jian's face twitched slightly, and he laughed and said: "What I mean is, I'll get out... I'll get out now..."

After saying that, Master Lei Jian shrank into a ball and rolled down the sword platform.

Ye Qingrou was so surprised that she couldn't open her mouth from ear to ear.

From what Master Lei Jian said, it seems that the Nine Tribulations Sword Master is his master.

The master is too overbearing to treat his disciple like this.

"The Nine Tribulations Sword Saint has always been moody, and what he says is irrational. This punishment is actually light."

Hearing Yi Zizai's explanation, Ye Qingrou's face darkened: "Then why did he come?"

Yi Zizai shook his head, his face also a little solemn.

The crowd was even more so.

More than one million burning eyes focused on the sword platform.

"I heard that you created the sword immortal method yourself. Is this true?"

The Nine Tribulations Sword Saint suddenly asked Tang Chen.

"It's just a reference, not a self-invention." Tang Chen's face was calm.

"According to this, you do know the sword immortal method. Well, let's have a sword fight now, let me see what the immortal method is!" The Nine Tribulations Sword Saint said with shining eyes.

As soon as the voice fell, the scene fell into a strange silence.

Everyone was doubting their ears.

The Nine Tribulations Sword Saint wants to fight with Tang Chen?

"Senior, are you serious?" Tang Chen was also stunned.

With the strength and status of the Nine Tribulations Sword Saint, he is basically an old monster in Jianzhou.

Any leader of any force would respectfully address him as the old Tribulations Sword Saint.

Now, he actually took the initiative to challenge him.

This is totally against the rules.

"Of course!"

The Nine Tribulations Sword Saint's eyes were full of fighting intent, and he said seriously: "I not only want you to use the sword magic, but also want you to use all your strength. If I am not mistaken, you only used 60% of your strength in the previous battle!"

The crowd was stunned again.

Tang Chen only used 60% of his strength in the sword fight with Thunder Sword Master just now?

Thunder Sword Master, who had already rolled under the sword stage, was also stunned at this time.

Then...

He silently curled up into a ball again, rolled out little by little, and rolled away little by little until he hid in a remote corner.