.The sword force was so strong that Yan Zheng dared not use the power of Yan Soul to resist. The sword speed made him unable to raise his full strength even if he wanted to resist. In his pupils, the blue meteor passed by, and he had no time to think about it. He was a little heavy under his feet and a embarrassed back jumped away from a distance. Finally, he could dodge the sword perfectly, but because he was too hasty, he did not stand firm when he landed, but shook and took a few steps back. Website

clang!

Sparks flew everywhere, and the Cangming sword shot straight down like a falling meteor, completely immersed in the extremely hard and claimed to be blessed by divine power, without any movement.

In the distance, Chu Jingtian's hand began to hang down weakly.

Yan Zheng, who was still a little unstable, took a deep breath and rushed towards Chu Jingtian, who had lost the Cangming sword. He had approached in a few breaths, and the scorching waves of air covered his whole body. Chu Jingtian was not afraid, his eyebrows were sinking, and his fists were also coming out, colliding with Yan Zheng's fists. This was a competition of pure skills, without any fancy or opportunism. And these two people, one was over 70 years old and had a strong internal strength for fifty or sixty years, and the other was a young man in his early twenties. As a result... would there really be a second one?

With a loud bang, the rock burst, and the hard rocks under the two of them suddenly appeared fine cracks. Chu Jingtian and Yan Zheng were also knocked away at the same time in the collision of power. They were evenly matched, and no one took any advantage... at least on the surface.

The strong men were shocked. When Leng Cliff appeared, they thought they had seen a stunning genius who was hard to overcome. However, Chu Jingtian was like hitting a sledgehammer in their hearts, letting them know what a real genius is.

The two flew backwards at the same time, and Chu Jingtian suppressed his own strength and breath that became chaotic in the collision just now. He stretched out his right hand and suddenly turned his wrist... Just now, he did not use all his strength, but left two points of the power to control the sword.

Yan Zheng, with all his strength, his front force was exhausted, and it was difficult to generate rear force in the air. He could only let his body fly backwards and wait for the landing. At this moment, he suddenly felt a constant approaching danger. When he noticed the source of the danger, the cold wind of the stern wind had approached his back heart, and in the next second, he could pass through his body...

When the Cangming sword suddenly shot out from the ground and faced Yan Zheng's body, nearly a hundred pairs of eyes widened at the same time. The other three elders of the Northern Emperor Sect suddenly stood up from the ground, but even if they wanted to rescue it, it was too late. How could the people present realize that Chu Jingtian still retained some strength to fight the sword when facing Yan Zheng's full-strength attack. This is not only a kind of confidence, but also a kind of wisdom... The pure internal force collision just now was not flat, but Yan Zheng was defeated.

This young man who was carrying Cangming Sword was most likely a descendant of the Sword God, which gave them great shock again and again. Some powerful men who were already pale and came to participate in this Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference with full confidence. At this time, I don’t know whether to sigh ashamed or relieved.

With his back facing the Cangming Sword that was shooting towards him, Yan Zheng's situation was really hanging by a thread. In a hurry, decades of experience in responding to the enemy saved him again. He stretched out his left hand as fast as possible to face the bone-breathing sword wind. Suddenly, the Cangming Sword pierced straight into his palm, and Yan Zheng turned his body with the help of this slight recoil force, and his body rolled to the right in the air...

With a sizzling sound, Cangming sword pierced Yan Zheng's left hand, soared into the sky with his body, bringing out scattered blood stars. Yan Zheng staggered to the ground, lifting his left palm, which was penetrated with a transparent hole, and his whole body was trembling with the unbearable severe pain. The website and his left waist and clothes were cut in a long hole. As long as he entered a few more points, he would hurt his flesh.

He knew that he had lost, and the dignified elder of the Northern Emperor Sect, the precepts of the Northern Emperor Sect was defeated by a young man less than half of him. Not to mention whether he could personally accept this failure, it was a huge blow to the Northern Emperor Sect's supreme, inviolable and unbreakable image.

Then, even if he admits defeat and surrenders now, everything will not be over. A pure and kind person has a strong desire to kill, and it must be that the other party has violated his great taboo, and it can be said that he will never stop. For Chu Jingtian at this time, he no longer cares about whether there is a competition or a magic martial arts conference.

"Sword God's Art - Seven Seals and Seven Kills!"

A low voice overflowed from Chu Jingtian's mouth, and Cangming's sword fell from the sky again... Unlike the straight-line pricking of "Flying Dragon's Angry Scroll", and the vertical and horizontal pricking of "The Way of Heaven is Impermanent", the "Seven Seals and Seven Kills" lies in the orderly and orderly word "chaotic" character, which blocks the target with a seemingly chaotic sword force, and uses a pricking of the pricking of the target. Once entangled by the "Seven Seals and Seven Kills", it is difficult to get out of it. You can only try your best to avoid and resist, and there is no chance to counterattack.

If Leng Ya was facing Chu Jingtian at this time, and facing the "Seven Seals and Seven Kills" that even he could not get rid of the entanglement, he would immediately escape a hundred meters away as fast as he could. There was a distance that Chu Jingtian could not reach when he used his sword, and then quietly returned with his ability to hide his breath, and found the right opportunity to suddenly fight Chu Jingtian. The wounds on Chu Jingtian's body were left behind. Therefore, although his strength was far higher than Leng Ya, if he wanted to truly fight his life instead of facing head-on battle, it would be more likely that Chu Jingtian would die at the hands of Leng Ya.

As soon as the "Seven Seals and Seven Kills" came out, Yan Zheng's eyes were dazzling, with blue sword shadows shaking in front of him and back, and the large and small sword energy that swung was also cut through his body with a slight whistling sound. The left hand was pierced, and Yan, who was distracted by the severe pain, had subconsciously feared the blue sword shadow, and did not dare to resist, and quickly stepped back. As soon as he took a step back, the sword shadows on the front, left and right disappeared at the same time. Suddenly, a little coldness came from behind. He was shocked and suddenly lowered his body. The terrible blue light almost touched his scalp, rubbing with a cold wind, which made him sweat in a cold sweat. He gritted his teeth and could not feel the severe pain from his left hand, and tried his best to gather his mind to deal with the sword shadow in front of him. In his heart, he even had the idea of ​​admitting defeat to get rid of it.

In Chu Jingtian's hands, he was defeated in vain. He was forced to retreat by his sword as soon as he fought. Now he was entangled by Cangming Sword and even approached Chu Jingtian's body. He fought countless sword masters in his life, including some masters who could control swords. But until today, he knew what the real swordsman was, and only then did he know that swordsmanship was so terrible. Regardless of power and restraint ability, he was powerless, and gradually developed retreat and fear.

Chi... There was an extra blood groove on Yan Zheng's right arm.

Chi... Yan Zheng's back neck was scratched and blood slowly oozed.

Chi...Another wound was added to the right leg.

Chih...

Chih...

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The other three elders of the Northern Emperor Sect were all dark, but they forced themselves to speak without saying a word, and they didn't move. Elder Xi, who had the highest cultivation level, was defeated by a young man. They felt that they had lost all their faces. If they shouted out loud or tried to stop them... wouldn't their dignified Northern Emperor Sect be a laughing stock!

As the guide and witness of this competition, their Beidi Sect joined the competition just to open the beginning of the competition. They didn't think they would win forever... but they shouldn't be defeated by an unknown young man. This is a variable that was beyond their expectations and difficult for them to accept.

Yan Zheng has been severely injured, but he is destined to admit defeat and beg for mercy... because he just took a heavy move to destroy this man's partner and said that life and death in the game is normal. But Chu Jingtian obviously hated him very much, and he completely ignored him. He was from the Northern Emperor Sect. Anyone could see that he wanted to kill Yan Zheng. Yan Zheng could die, but he could not admit defeat and surrender to discredit the reputation of the Northern Emperor Sect for millions of years.

The masters in the field looked at Yan Zheng, who had been entangled by the flying Cangming Sword in shock. His left hand was seriously injured and he had no time to pay attention to it. He kept sprinkling blood. There were more than a dozen blood grooves that had just been added on his body, and his movements were obviously becoming slower and slower. However, there was no sign of weakening the power of the Cangming Sword. There were dazzling sword shadows woven around him, leaving blood grooves on him from time to time.

Chih!!

A sound of leather being scratched came, and a blue light burst out again in the sword shadow. Unlike before, who had always tried to cut his neck, this time, it rushed straight from the right corner to Yan Zheng's heart, and even the degree was significantly improved. Yan Zheng suddenly turned sideways, but his body's flexibility and reaction consciousness were no longer as usual. Although he avoided the vital points, his shoulders were still penetrated directly by the Cangming Sword, entering in front and out from behind, piercing the scapula and piercing the heart.

Yan Zheng, who was enduring great pain, stretched out his right hand like lightning at this moment, grabbed the hilt of the Cangming Sword, and held it in his hand. With a muffled roar, he pulled the Cangming Sword out of his shoulders, and the clothes on his shoulders were instantly stained with blood.

The Cangming sword was taken away, and Chu Jingtian was not panicked at all, his eyebrows sank and his hands were waved at the same time.

A heavy force came from Yan Zheng's hand, pulling the Cangming sword that he held tightly in his hand. Yan Zheng endured the severe pain and condensed all his strength in his right hand, preventing the Cangming sword from escaping his control. At the same time, he quickly walked with the sword and approached Chu Cangming.

A fine bead of sweat had already emerged from Chu Jingtian's head, and the loss was huge when he was controlling the sword. This was said to be a common sense in the world of cultivation. He stretched out his hands and poured all his strength on the Cangming Sword from the air, leaving no more force: "Sword God's Sword Silent!"

clang!!

The blue light suddenly rose above the Cangming Sword, and a slight sword sound produced an extremely amazing energy explosion. Yan Zheng's body was suddenly blown away, and the originally intact right hand also became bloody and bloody. Cangming Sword also broke out of his control. One was to control the sword from the air, and the other was to hold the sword firmly in his hand with all his strength. The former was so difficult and the loss was so huge that it was countless times that the latter one was to produce. Yan Zheng was still defeated. In Chu Jingtian's hands, he was defeated completely.

Chu Jingtian showed no sign of stopping. The Cangming sword soared into the sky under his control and quietly suspended in the air. In the quiet, the amazing sword energy that came from nowhere surged down like a raging wind, covering the entire Luochen Cliff, making all these masters change their colors.

"Sword God Array-Death Light!!"

He had no extra words, no extra anger and expressions, but his actions made everyone know how serious he wanted to let him die.

The Cangming sword in the sky transformed dozens of swords in a flash, and then hundreds of blue sword shadows. However, these sword shadows were not simple and illusory, but all released the sharp sword energy that made people shudder. Their strength and advantages made these masters standing at the top of the magic martial arts tremble in shock. Even if one of them was like this, if only one person was attacked...

And these sword shadows that released amazing aura all locked in one person... Yan was pressed on his throat at the same time by thousands of sharp blades. When these hundred sword shadows appeared, he smelled the smell of death.

Back then, the sword god Chu Cangming summoned the boundless sword shadows in the sky with this "Sword God Array", covering the breath of death, scaring away the tens of thousands of troops under the city of Dafeng Kingdom. And this terrifying move actually appeared in front of them, allowing them to feel the endless shock and fear that Dafeng ** felt that the Great Wind was feeling. Although this was incomparable to Chu Cangming's sword shadows back then, he was only in his twenties after all!

No one suspected that Yan Zheng, who had been severely injured one after another, did not have the ability to block this shocking attack... But if he really killed Yan Zheng, it would be equivalent to completely provoking the Northern Emperor Sect, which would be an extremely bad situation for this swordsman genius.

"So this silly man is so powerful." Yan Gongruo widened his black eyes and looked at the sky covered by sword shadows without blinking, with his pink lips spreading exaggeratedly.

"I originally thought I could understand his strength thoroughly, but now I know that I still underestimate him too much. His profound skills are not only not inferior to me, but his attainments in swordsmanship are even more amazing. I don't know what level the sword god Chu Cangming is now, but with his performance today, it won't take long to be the next sword god. Although I have the bloodline of the Northern Emperor, I can only be willing to give in. He is not astonishing as he has no strengths, but he is a real genius." Yan Gongluo also looked at the sky, felt the amazing momentum, and said in a very low voice.

All the three old men who came with Yan Zheng could not sit still and couldn't help but want to rush forward. Only Yan Ximing looked plain and lowered his voice: "Don't forget the rules of the Tianchen Magic Martial Arts Conference."

After hearing this, the three old men stopped their emotions and clenched their fists.

There must be a result. If Yan Zheng does not destroy Leng Cliff, this duel will only be defeated by Chu Jingtian. How could Chu Jingtian have the intention to kill him? Even if Yan Zheng disregards the face of the Northern Emperor Sect, Chu Jingtian will still try his best to kill him. Because he has ruined his partner!

Yan Zheng has now almost become a bloody man, and the scars have cracked again under the invisible momentum. His body fell to the ground, and under the pressure of the momentum, he had almost no strength to get up. He could only look at the sword shadow like the sickle of the god of death in the sky with his constantly shrinking pupils.

Chu Jingtian's arm sank, the sword shadow moved slightly, all tilted towards the direction where Yan Zheng was, and the wind and clouds changed accordingly. As long as these sword shadows fell, Yan Zheng would have lost his bones... In the quiet, no one made a sound, and no one came forward to stop him, watching with various complex eyes...

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A cold, low, containing endless resentment, endless pain, and endless murderous intent slowly sounded, like the low moan of an evil ghost in hell. The cold wind blew, causing people to shivered, and from the wind, they smelled the smell of blood.

As the sound came, an extremely shocking wave of air suddenly swept across. These powerful people who were shocked by Chu Jingtian's "Death Light" were shocked again. The murderous aura - the murderous aura was invisible, but this murderous aura that came from somewhere made them feel as if it was scratched on their faces by thousands of sharp blades, or as if they were heavily pressed on their chests by thousands of pounds of stone slabs, and they were almost unable to breathe.

A series of flashing eyes turned to the edge of the cliff at the same time... the source of the sound.

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