"Take it."

Zhou Jing shook a gun and took his gaze from the defeated master of the martial arts world.

After defeating more than a dozen opponents in a row, his waist was no longer sore and he was no longer angry. He felt more energetic than before.

He glanced at everyone, his eyes mainly focused on the people from various sects, knowing that these are the main forces of the challenge, and most people in the martial arts world just watched the show.

"I wonder if there is another hero who wants to give me advice?"

Zhou Jing asked loudly.

At this moment, a bald old man came out, with a very recognizable Mediterranean hairstyle, and he looked like a hero.

Seeing this person, there was a stir in the surrounding people.

"It's the Condor North Moyu boating!"

"This master was actually asked to move too?"

"Is he very powerful?" Some people from the south asked curiously.

"It's not a question of whether he is powerful or not. He is very special... In short, if you go to the northwest to listen, no one will know about Senior Sha's deeds."

Zhou Jing heard this and roughly understood that the person in front of him was a famous hero in the northwest, more important than the dozen people before, so he couldn't help but look at him secretly.

Sha Xingzhou coughed, and clasped his fists and said, "When Xiasha Xingzhou, I was invited by the Xisha Sect to come and learn your master's skills."

Zhou Jing raised his eyebrows, but he saw some clues.

This man's eyes dodged and he was quite confident. He was strong on the outside but fucked. At this time, he came out and was more like he was driving a duck to put it on the shelves.

"Okay, then let's do it."

Zhou Jing smiled in his heart, but his face was filled with Gujing, and he held his gun and pointed his fingers.

The situation has come to an end, Sha Xingzhou simply put his heart on his mind and decided to give it a try, put his hands on the eagle claw skills, and wander around Zhou Jing, looking for opportunities.

Looking at the battle and testing in the scene, the people around the world who were watching the show also lowered their voices and whispered.

"Then Chen Feng picked more than a dozen people in a row, and his internal strength must be consumed a lot at this time."

"Senior Sha is very skilled in martial arts, so he will definitely not teach Chen Feng to win too easily."

Sand boating: "..."

It sounds so awkward!

He gritted his teeth, twisted his steps, and suddenly he made a move in the diagonal thorn, grabbing out his claws, roaring the wind, like an eagle attacking the sky.

Zhou Jing gently moved sideways to avoid it, and the white tassel gun in his hand moved like a spiritual snake, and the wooden pole shook, crackling and striking with the sand boat's fist and palm. A few moves passed in an instant.

When he got to the fight, he found that the person named Sha was stronger than the person in front, but he was also very powerful, with a combat power of about 0.8 guns.

"The claw skills are pretty good, but it's a little slower."

Zhou Jing commented casually.

Hearing this, Sha Xingzhou was secretly angry, and his claws became even more violent, and he fully utilized his eagle claw skills.

However, no matter how fierce he attacked, he could not break Chen Feng's airtight gun screen. His palm was thrust from time to time, and he felt like he was dealing with a cactus.

"Damn it, how did this thief practice martial arts? He was so superb!"

The boating in the sand became more and more frightened.

After walking for more than ten moves, Zhou Jing suddenly turned to attack, threw out a shot, and went through the gap to pull the sand and boat down the plate, like a python ganging up, rolling his opponent straight into the sky.

The opponent's body was crossing in the air. Taking this opportunity, Zhou Jing shot with a backhand, and the tail of the gun hit Sanxingzhou's waist and abdomen, slashing him straight down, and rolled on the ground several times.

"Wow!"

The sand boat spit out a mouthful of sour water, covered her stomach and shrank into a ball, feeling that she was about to be beaten out.

"Oh, Master Sha has fallen!"

The Xisha Sect exclaimed and hurried forward to support him.

Zhou Jing stood up with his gun, watching him being helped away, and grinned, "It seems that you are not stable enough to get off the plate, so you need to practice more."

"Don't be arrogant, it's obvious that the ground is too slippery, otherwise how could you easily beat Senior Sha?"

Some disciples spoke up indignantly.

As soon as he finished speaking, he burst into laughter.

"Hurry, stop your mouth..." Sha Xingzhou blushed with shame, feeling that he had no face to see anyone, and pulled his disciples and urged him anxiously: "Hurry up and help me down!"

All the disciples quickly helped him out.

At this time, an old man with long hair and beard slowly walked into the venue and spoke lightly:

"Your Majesty is extraordinary, do you have the courage to see my swordsmanship?"

Seeing this person, the noisy crowd suddenly returned to quiet.

Immediately afterwards, many people from the world were in an uproar.

Compared with the sand boat just now, this one is even more heavyweight!

"It's the old senior Sword Saint Zhuo!"

"A peerless master like him has come too!"

Zhou Jing took out his ears and felt that the movement seemed familiar, as if he had heard it a few minutes ago.

But before he could speak, some people from the sects opposite him were anxious and surrounded Zhuo Jianchen and persuaded:

"Senior Zhuo, you are the one who is in charge of the formation, why do you take action now?"

These people originally planned to let a group of experts fight the wheel battle to consume Zhou Jing, and finally let top experts such as Zhuo Jianchen take advantage of the situation, but they didn't expect to take action now.

Zhuo Jianchen waved his hand and said calmly: "Don't advise you anymore. This person is very skilled in martial arts. I am happy to see the hunting, and I don't want to take advantage of him. My swordsmanship has reached the level of transformation. I must use valuable opponents to sharpen it so that I can go further and try my sword moves with him."

Upon hearing this, the sects had no choice but to stop persuading them.

Zhuo Jianchen came to Zhou Jing and stood still, pulled out his sword, raised his eyelids, and said slowly:

"I have been practicing sword for nearly a century and have formed a lineage. I have created a unique sword technique to rush to the sky. One of the unique moves, "Sword Qi Crossing the Star Man", has made me the name of my sword saint. Since I was practicing, there have been few opponents in the world. The name of the sword in my hand is Jingjue. I have been with me for sixteen years. After I achieved my sword technique, I have not drunk human blood for nine years. Today is the day to start... Master Chen, are you ready?"

Zhou Jing: “…”

This old man is endless, he can pretend more than him.

It looks pretty good, maybe this is the packaging.

"If you want to do it, do it. What's so much nonsense? Is your mouth even more powerful than your swordsmanship?"

Zhou Jing snorted.

"Arrogant." Zhuo Jianchen's face darkened and his tone was unhappy.

He held the long sword casually, with a demeanor, and said lightly:

"You are a junior. I won't take advantage of you, so I'll let you take action first."

Seeing his attitude, many people in the martial arts world were heartbroken.

"I am worthy of being the old senior of the Sword Saint."

"This is the demeanor of a master!"

Seeing this, Zhou Jing's eyes became more and more bizarre.

Is this guy pretending to be addicted?

I also asked me to do it first, just like I was giving advice to my younger generations.

Is this old man underestimating the enemy, or is it really so confident?

Zhou Jing simply stopped thinking about it and prepared to stab him straight.

Seeing that the other party was so confident, he added a little more effort and tried the waters.

"Good come!"

Seeing that the opponent had made any moves, Zhuo Jianchen shouted loudly.

His wrist trembled and instantly stabbed the sword shadows in the sky. The light on the sword flowed, as if the stars in the sky were spread out in the blink of an eye.

This scene was so loud that everyone onlookers were shocked.

"This is the sword energy crossing the Star Man? In the splendor, there is murderous intent everywhere. He is worthy of being the Sword Saint, and he is a masterpiece when he takes action!"

Luo Zhen's eyes lit up and he praised in his heart.

However, just the next second.

A little cold light was extremely fast and rushed into the stars. The next moment, the light in the sky was instantly broken and disappeared.

The tip of the gun pierced through Zhuo Jianchen's shoulders, lifting him in the air, and blood dripped down along the long sword in his hand.

A simple and unpretentious gun stabbed the amazing sword move.

Everyone was about to applaud, but their voices were immediately put back into their stomachs, and their faces froze.
To be continued...