Chapter 85

This battle ended with the voluntary withdrawal of the disciples of the Royal College, which many people did not expect.

Before that, the disciple of the Royal College suddenly released the artistic conception of gun and directly trapped Yue Meng The audience was dazzled, and countless people looked at it.

Then he pressed step by step and gave full play to his advantages, which made Yue Meng fall into a situation of death and there was no retreat.

However, at that critical moment, the man in white who had been standing quietly watching the war moved.

Until then, no one thought he would do it.

Even though he said he would protect Yue Meng before, everyone subconsciously thought that it was a word to comfort Yue Meng, just talking.

Now it seems that this is not the case.

The sword he thrust into it was like a stroke of genius, breaking the artistic conception of the gun made by the disciples of the Royal College.

Even claimed that it was not the strength of the sword, but the artistic conception of the gun was too weak!

However, is this really the case?

Is it possible to retreat from the realm of three to the realm of one?

Since the artistic conception is strong enough, and the man in white still breaks it with a sword, natural and unrestrained.

This is enough to make people understand the fact that this seemingly ordinary young man in white has far more combat effectiveness than cultivation!

Seeing this scene, many people suddenly calmed down and looked thoughtful, as if they were remembering something.

Finally, someone remembered.

In the previous group war, his five person camp collided with many teams, but the results were surprisingly similar!

No matter what kind of accomplishments the opponent has, this person breaks the enemy with one sword, and all his opponents take the initiative to step down from the round platform and are willing to give up.

Many people noticed him before, but it was a group war after all, and there was a martial artist who was good at magic in the team. It's not difficult to do this.

Therefore, they all subconsciously ignored the strength of the young man in white. The setting in their mind was just a person who was good at body method, and there was nothing special about it.

At this time, di GE's face was a little unnatural. He directly analyzed this person in front of many disciples of the four major schools, as if he were saying a wise saying.

"I want to know all the background of Xuanqing." Duan Wutian said to a man beside him.

"Yes." The man answered and blinked away.

At this time, Duan Wutian was no longer as casual as before, looked solemn, and stared at the white figure below.

In him, he had some familiar feelings, I don't know where to start.

Duan Ruoxi felt nervous when he heard what his father had just said. Sure enough, he still attracted his attention and didn't know what the outcome would be.

And sikongxuan was still calm on his face, and could not see the slightest joy, anger, sadness and joy, as if the battle below, no matter how fierce, could not cause the slightest fluctuation in his heart.

"Sikong, what do you think?" Sikong yuan looked at Sikong Xuan and asked.

Si kongxuan looked at Qin Xuan's figure faintly, and then slowly said, "but so, as he said, the artistic conception of the gun is really too weak."

Around sikongxuan are the leaders of the top first-class forces in Tianxing city. When they hear this, they all sigh in their hearts.

Sure enough, no matter how outstanding characters appear on the platform, they still can't cover the brilliance of this extreme demon.

Not before, not now. The future is unknown.

No one can surpass a real genius. Even if he sits there, no one can hide his charm.

Sikong Xuan is a genius at this level. No one can surpass him. No one knows whether he will be a genius in the future, but at least he hasn't appeared yet.

Just when the people had not recovered from the sensation just now, another person moved on the round platform. He is a disciple of Qingtian sword sect.

This disciple of Qingtian sword sect is called Jianfeng. He is the younger martial brother of the end of the sword. His cultivation is the same as that of the disciples of the Royal College just now. He is at the top of the four floors of Kaiyuan territory.

He has just witnessed the strength of Qin Xuan. He thinks he can't surpass it, and Yue Meng can't move with Qin Xuan.

At this time, there are two people on the third floor of Kaiyuan territory. One is ouwuyou of Oujia, and the other is Qin fan.

But Qin fan's ferocious and cold means are also known to all. Although he is confident, he doesn't want to provoke this evil god.

Then the final choice has been very clear, and he went to ouwuyou.

Ouwuyou was flustered when he saw the sword wind walking slowly towards him. He looked at the young man in gray beside him and said, "brother Murong, I hope you can help me this time!"

"I will protect you." The young man in grey nodded slightly, then took a step forward, and his figure just covered Ou Wuyou.

Jianfeng raised his eyebrows, flashed an interested look in his eyes, and said, "you should protect him, too?"

At a glance, he saw the strength of the young man in grey. Kaiyuan territory has four peaks, just like him.

Qin Xuan protected Yue Meng at the moment of life and death. He is incomparably beautiful. Now this person wants to learn from him. Do you want to attract attention like him?

There was a sneer in Jianfeng's heart. He didn't think that as a disciple of Qingtian sword sect, he would lose the battle with an unknown unknown person. Even in his opinion, the young man in grey had no effect on protecting ouwuyou, but also dragged himself down.

"Nature." The young man in gray opened his mouth lightly. He said very few words, and seemed unwilling to say more.

Jianfeng nodded gently and said, "this is the way you choose. Don't blame me."

He saw a flash of light on the ring finger of his left hand, and a long sword appeared in his right hand.

The long sword is very long, about three feet three. There are some strange runes engraved on the body of the sword. If Qin Xuan looks closely, he will find that those runes are array patterns.

This is a magic weapon with array blessing!

The weapons used by warriors are divided into several types: ordinary weapons, treasure weapons, spirit weapons, Royal weapons, and even legendary imperial weapons!

Ordinary weapons are the most common. Ordinary steel and metal can be easily made.

The quality of precious weapons is above weapons, because they are engraved with arrays, which have a strong bonus effect.

If the martial arts and Yuan skills of the same realm are not different, the martial arts with magic weapons are several times better than those with weapons.

As far as martial arts are concerned, precious weapons are icing on the cake.

If you have a treasure suitable for your cultivation, you can play an extraordinary strength, and the degree of improvement will be terrible.

At this time, the sword in Jianfeng's hand is a sword with the blessing of array. Even the breath is enough to make people afraid.

When the sword wind took out the sword, countless people in the audience were surprised, and a look of wonder flashed in their eyes.

In the red area, an old man said to Jiannan, "you are so willing to make a sword for this boy."

Jiannan's face was filled with a smile. He seemed a little proud and said, "Feng ER's Kendo talent is no worse than that of the last son. He can give full play to most of the power of the sword."

The deeper meaning of this remark is that you can't give full play to your strong strength with the highest level weapons.

Only weapons can match their own strength realm, and sometimes even match their own talents.

It's like a child holding a dagger. Even if the dagger in his hand is unparalleled sharp, it still can't kill an adult holding an ordinary wooden stick.

The young man in gray looked at Jianfeng and took out his sword. Finally, a different color flashed in his eyes, but soon disappeared.

I saw the endless sword power behind the sword wind, enveloping the whole space, and the sword Qi roared out, forming a sword Qi storm.

The young man in gray lowered his head slowly. What everyone didn't see was that at this time, two white lines suddenly appeared in the corners of his eyes, shining brightly.

"Magic weapon, is it very powerful?" I only heard the man in gray say indifferently.

He stepped forward as if fearless.

When Jianfeng heard the arrogant words of the man in gray, he looked stiff, and then his face became gloomy.

"I'll make you regret it!"

The sword wind held the sword high, and the endless sword Qi was released from the sword. He waved the sword, and the sword Qi kept shooting out, cutting the space, as if everything was broken.

However, the palm of the young man in gray trembled slightly, and then a light gray curtain was formed around him.

Countless sword Qi fell from the sky and fell heavily on the gray light curtain, but it still didn't break it, but stirred up ripples.

"How could this happen?" A look of horror flashed in Jianfeng's eyes.

No one knows the power of the sword Qi better than him. The sword Qi can easily break the strongest defense of the three layers of Kaiyuan territory. If so many sword Qi are cut down together, how powerful the impact should be. How can it not break his defense?

When Jianfeng was shocked, the young man in gray walked forward again for a few steps, and he was even closer to Jianfeng.

"This man is a little strange!" Jiannan stared at the young man in gray with deep eyes, as if to see through him.

The gray light curtain around the young man in gray seemed to be invincible. The overwhelming sword Qi shot at him, but it could not be broken down.

As the young man in grey gets closer and closer to himself, but he has nothing to do with him, Jianfeng finally panicked in his heart.

He was about to retreat, but he didn't think that the young man in gray who had been moving steadily increased his speed and came to him in the blink of an eye.

"You lost." A very indifferent voice came out of Jianfeng's ears.

Then he only felt a terrible pressure on his shoulders. It was as if dozens of ancient colossus were trampling on his head. It was very heavy, and bursts of terrible concussion sounded in his mind.

"Ah!" A scream suddenly sounded.

Under the shocked eyes of all people, Jianfeng directly reached his knees and knelt down!

Sword wind, defeated!