Chapter 875 Sword Fight

"Judging from the title, it's almost comparable to King Teng the Little Swordsman."

"The titles are more scary than the last one. I want to see what happens in the end."

Amidst the discussions, more and more people were in the air.

This battle is not limited to the human and spirit races, and the sword is the weapon that most people major in, so the number of people will not lose to the quasi-spirit emperor just now.

Jiang Chen, Song Hao and others are just a small circle.

Among the others, there are also many characters who know at a glance that they have excellent sword skills.

For example, the masked man who was defeated just now was defeated by the cooperation of the Ice Spirit Tribe saintess and another masked man.

His kendo level is probably not much worse than Song Hao's.

"I can't borrow external force today, new and old hatred, just understand here."

"That day, in front of the descendants of the Pill Emperor, you relied on external force to run amok, and I will pay you back a hundred times."

"Gu Jian, I'm going to make a decision."

Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, and Song Hao said something in turn, all with the same killing intent.

"Everyone, hit your own first, don't interfere here." Wu Ziming suddenly looked at the others and said.

Most people have no objection, especially the Spirit Race, naturally listen to him.

Ever since, this side has become an independent arena.

"Miss Tianling, you'd better get out of the way." Huo Zhengyu said.

"We don't want to hurt you." Wu Ziming also said.

There was no fear on Tian Lingjiao's beautiful face, she smiled lightly and said, "I'm a real swordsman, unlike you who are looking for revenge."

Tianling has too many dazzling auras, as well as an all-powerful beauty.

The white skin that can be broken by blows is tender and moving, as if water can be squeezed out.

Naturally, people will automatically ignore her inner nature and forget that the Civil and Military Academy she hosted has swept the entire middle and third worlds.

"It seems that you have all forgotten that the first masterpiece of the Civil and Military Academy was made by this girl!"

As soon as Tianling changed her image of a weak woman, her pupils stood up, shining brightly.

A magical sword appeared in his hand, and the gushing sword energy blew away Waterfall's long hair.

"Take it."

Jiang Chen was relieved, knowing that she was fine, so he pulled out the Tianque Sword and handed it to Ji Yinyi next to him.

Ji Yinyi came from a small wasteland, and the saber in her hand was only a junior magic weapon, which was obviously not enough to look good in today's level of battle.

"What should you do?" Ji Yinyi didn't take the sword, she was as stubborn as when they first met.

"Take it!"

Jiang Chen emphasized his tone, there was no doubt about it.

"you!"

Ji Yinyi raised her willow eyebrows, not to be outdone, and looked at him, but when she met those gazes, she froze like an electric shock, and took the Tianque Sword.

The Tianque Sword is also an ancient sword, so Song Hao turned blue with anger when he saw him give the sword to a woman.

"here we go."

At this time, the battle about the quasi-sword master began.

The others fought.

On the edge, Jiang Chen, Ji Yinyi, Tian Ling and Huo Zhengyu, Wu Ziming, Song Hao are three against three.

The reason why the fight hasn't started yet is because Song Hao is still fighting over who will attack Jiang Chen.

"This is a duel of quasi-sword masters, of course I will do it!" Song Hao said.

"This has nothing to do with the sword. We, the Fire Spirit Clan, have an unresolvable hatred with him!" Huo Zhengyu refused to give in, but wanted to make a move.

"Speaking of hatred, I can only undo the demon barrier by beheading Jiang Chen with my own hands." Wu Ziming also said.

The three of them couldn't stop arguing and fell into a stalemate.

"I think you have made a mistake. This is not the territory of the Spirit Race, and it is not for you to decide who will do it!"

At this moment, Tianling's icy voice came, she was ethereal, holding a sword forward.

The three of them couldn't determine who she was going to shoot the sword at.

until the last moment!

"Heavenly Sword Breaks Dawn!"

Like a ray of light in the dark night, the swords of heaven, spirit and human merged into one, and the tip of the sword headed towards Wu Ziming to kill.

"Kendo master level!"

Jiang Chen and Song Hao were shocked at the same time, they didn't expect a woman in Tianling to have such a high level of swordsmanship.

"Kamikaze!"

Wu Ziming's reaction was not slow, and he used his signature spirit technique, turning him into a gust of wind that couldn't be captured.

Unexpectedly, the sword in Tianling's hand was shining brightly, and the sword was shining everywhere.

Accompanied by the cry, a smear of blood appeared on Wu Ziming's Gale, and his real body also appeared in the distance, with an expression of disbelief on his face.

"You shouldn't perform the same spirit technique in front of me, I'm the organizer of the Civil and Military Academy."

Accompanied by the quiet voice, Tianling stepped forward again, and assassinated him.

Her words also reminded why some people have been slow to make a move.

Before the favorite title appeared, he didn't want to expose himself too early.

"Sword of Taiyu!"

Suddenly, Song Hao was the first to unleash his sword, just like the last time in Tiansheng City, he also unleashed a unique move.

The sword on his back let out a long howl, rushed to the sky, and then rushed down like falling.

"Jiang Chen! There is no external force this time, let me see what you want to do!" Song Hao shouted.

Last time when he used this style, Jiang Chen directly sent his sword flying, and he was still very dissatisfied at that time.

For a man like him, it is a disgrace for his peers to use external force.

However, he was not the only one in the city that day, there were also a large number of geniuses such as Huo Zhengyu.

Jiang Chen would be beaten into a pig's head if he didn't use external force, so no one blamed him.

Today Song Hao wants to let the world see the demeanor of the young and number one swordsman of the human race.

His Taiyu sword was falling faster and faster, the tip of the sword was like a big furnace.

Standing below, Jiang Chen raised his chin slightly, but still did not hide.

"Samsara Fist!"

Even instead of using a sword, he punched out with a punch.

But facing an opponent like Song Hao, he didn't dare to be careless.

At the same time as punching, Lei Fa circulated his whole body, without retaining his own strength.

Before the Taiyu sword touched the fist, the fist glow went up to meet it.

With a slap, the Taiyu sword hit the fist, shook a few times, and then spun wildly.

As if Jiang Chen didn't need to breathe, he put his hand on the Scarlet Firmament Sword, and used the instant body technique to attack.

The moment he appeared, he had already entered the sword of fire realm.

The power of swordsmanship has reached the level of a master, combined with the second level of the profound meaning of fire, the power is extremely amazing.

Song Hao lost his sword, but he didn't panic. He reached out and grabbed the scabbard on his back, using it as a sword.

With the respect of Huo Zhengyu, who can obtain the sixth level of profound meaning of fire, Song Hao will not be defeated just yet.

"Your kendo strength is really nothing special, this is simply a stain on the kendo."

Song Hao made a mocking sound, and responded to the enemy with a scabbard in his hand.

The raging fire couldn't get close to him, so he was swept away by the mighty sword energy.

At the same time, Song Hao looked at the sword not far away, still spinning wildly, out of control.

"Fortunately, his sword power is only mediocre."

Song Hao felt relieved and waited for Taiyujian to come back to kill the enemy.

But gradually, his face showed shock, and he discovered a very terrible thing.

Jiang Chen's sword power will not decay, but will continue to climb. The Chixiao sword is blazing, the temperature can boil the sea, and the people on the battlefield are sweating profusely.