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Chapter 649 Zheng Wenbin vs. 9 Youshengzi

Hearing the words of the little swordsman, the sword demon naturally agreed.

In an instant, the laws of blood and wind on the two men disappeared.

The field returned to calm, as if nothing had happened, but the sword marks on the ring were crisscrossed, and bursts of sword intent were still emanating.

At this moment, the entire competition site was eerily quiet.

None of them wanted to miss this duel between swordsmen, not even those strong ones who had reached the realm of life.

If we were to determine who has the most say in swordsmanship in the world, it would be no other force except these two sects.

The young swordsman restrained his sword intent at this time and looked at the sword in his hand.

This sword does not have any gorgeous decorations and seems to be just an ordinary sword, but the power it exudes is enough to be compared with Xuanbao.

At this moment, the little sword master looked at him as if he was looking at his lover, with affection flowing in his eyes and a smile on his lips.

This performance allowed everyone present to feel that the young swordsman was cultivating his sword at this moment.

The power in his body is ready to be unleashed, and as soon as he strikes with his sword, it will be earth-shattering.

The sword intent in the Sword Demon was restrained at this time, but not completely.

Although the Law of Blood had been retracted, his sword was still glowing with blood.

Everyone knows that this is the Sword Demon's true sword intent.

Everything is cut and killed; if gods stand in the way, kill the gods; if Buddhas stand in the way, defeat the Buddhas.

At this moment, the Sword Demon's eyes revealed a murderous intent even stronger than before.

Bu Chen looked at the Sword Demon and muttered to himself, "This guy is really suitable for practicing the Killing God Technique."

Bu Chen thought about it and realized that if the Killing God Technique met the Sword Demon, he couldn't even imagine the result.

But he was just thinking about it. His own Killing God Technique was not complete yet, so he didn't want to show it out and embarrass himself.

"Little Sword Saint, take my sword and kill the sky with blood!"

The Sword Demon roared, and a blood-red sword light flew out of his hand, creating a huge gap in the entire arena.

The young swordsman also shifted his gaze at this time, looking at the sword style that was full of murderous intent.

A gleam of light flashed in his eyes, and he became fanatical, completely different from the temperament of the banished immortal before.

"Come on, cultivate your sword skills, Sword God Style."

Before this sword style appeared, a sharp feeling descended upon everyone.

Even the sky seemed to be split apart at this moment.

With the appearance of the Sword God, the entire arena could no longer bear it and shattered into pieces.

The Sword God's move collided with the Blood Killing Sky, and the entire sky was filled with sword intent, making it impossible to open one's eyes.

But this does not include those sword cultivators. For a true sword cultivator, this is their golden opportunity.

They stared at the two sword styles, trying to comprehend the sword intent within them, their eyes wide open, trying to see through the two sword styles.

Even with tears of blood flowing from their eyes, they seemed to feel no pain.

For them, it doesn’t matter whether they have eyes or not, or whether they can see.

But if they don't see this stunning blow, they will feel like they have missed something.

"Hahaha! I get it, I get it!"

In the crowd, a figure suddenly laughed wildly. His face was covered in blood, and sword intent instantly rose from his body. The people around him hurriedly dodged to avoid being attacked by the sword intent.

"Hahaha! I see, that's how it is!"

Immediately afterwards, joyful voices were heard one after another.

Without exception, everyone was emitting a strong sword aura, and everyone's face was covered in blood.

They were the first group of people to try something new, so they got the most.

The sword arts of Jiange and Desolate Sword Sect are highly sought after by sword practitioners all over the world.

Not to mention, the battle between the talented disciples of the two major sects at this time also brought with them their own insights.

Watching their moves, different feelings come to my mind every minute and every second.

What they got was what they got, and what they missed was not too much of a loss, because they could feel the sword marks they left behind and saved their eyes.

The major sects in the arena did not pay much attention to such a small matter. They just wanted to know who won.

The sword intent in the space slowly dissipated, revealing the figures of two people on the ring.

Both of them had silent smiles on their faces at this time. The Sword Demon's smile was dissolute, while the Little Sword Saint's smile was fanatical.

"Hehehe!" The Sword Demon laughed.

This attracted everyone's attention. Did he win?

"Hahahaha! The Sword God Technique is indeed worthy of its reputation. I lost."

The young sword master's enthusiastic expression remained unchanged. "Thank you! This was only a narrow victory. The Desolate Sword Technique should not be underestimated."

The Sword Demon shook his head: "I lost, but I won't lose to you next time."

The little sword master was stunned for a moment, but then burst into laughter: "Hahaha! Okay, I'll be at your service anytime."

Little Sword Saint wins!

……

Because the arena has been broken, and on that arena, there is a sword mark of the sword intent of the two major sword sects, and that place has been preserved.

Perhaps after a period of time, a sword treasure will be born here.

The ring was changed and the third game began.

The first to come on stage was Zheng Wenbin from the Nine Elephants Divine Realm.

He is of strong build, with a simple and honest face. His temperament is very simple and he seems harmless.

But having come this far, no one would think that this person is really like that.

His opponent was the Holy Son of the Nine Netherworld Holy Land. He was surrounded by a gloomy aura, as if he was not from this world.

Of course, this is not about what the Holy Son of the Jiuyou Holy Land is like. It is because of the martial arts he uses that he has developed such a temperament.

The Holy Son of Jiuyou did not look good at this moment, and it was obvious that he was not focused on the game.

At this moment, he hated the three people he met in the world of the dead.

A bald donkey who wants to grab everything he sees; a warrior whose cultivation is only at the Dongxuan Perfection level, but he has extremely rich combat experience and is very slippery.

There was also a man in a black robe whose depth was unknown. He gave him the feeling that there was no danger from his body.

Therefore, this trip to the dead did not make him feel good.

His thoughts returned to the present, with the start of the third battle. He had not taken it seriously at first, but after two moves, he had to pay attention to the opponent in front of him.

Only then did he carefully look at his opponent, and this look made his heart tremble.

This person didn't have any outstanding qualities in any aspect, but he also had no weaknesses. Moreover, as soon as they fought, he discovered that the other person's body was extremely powerful.

Damn! Where did this monster come from?

Finally, he came to the conclusion that he might lose this battle.

But then, his face flushed red and he shouted angrily: "How is this possible? How could I lose here?"

In an instant, dark mist filled the body of the Saint of Jiuyou, and there seemed to be something rustling in the mist.

Zheng Wenbin did not dare to be careless in the face of the Holy Son of Jiuyou.

He looked at the scene before him. It seemed to be the inner world, but it also seemed not to be.