Everyone present looked at the heavy snow in the sky, stunned.

This sword is different from the Sword One and Sword Two that Su Bei showed before!

Sword Code, one sword is more powerful than the other!

Sword cultivators have never been known for their majestic spiritual energy, but in the sword canon, there are a few techniques that are good at overpowering people with the majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth!

Jiansan is one of them!

One sword is like thousands of swords!

Whizzing--

Snow swords all over the sky rustled down, and the sky seemed to droop with Su Bei's gesture!

Yao Yan silently looked at the gesture in front of him and at the man in white shirt who was sitting in the ring. In a trance, he seemed to see the old master of the Sword Sect thousands of years ago!

The same three swords, the same sword.

It was also because of this sword that Shangguan Wendao came to the Cangjiang River and blocked the tens of thousands of wild cultivators!

Even I would never be able to use such a perfect sword, a sword a hundred times stronger than myself!

"In addition to this sword, the Sword Sect also has another sword, the sword of the king..."

"Broken mountains and rivers!"

"..."

After that sword cut off mountains and rivers, Cangjiang gained another name.

Cut off the Cangjiang River!

Ji Nanjue sighed softly, her eyes no longer looking at the high platform.

After Su Bei used this sword, he didn't need to see the result on the arena.

At that time, the kingly sword that I passed on to my disciples in Subei under the cliff of no regrets can cut off mountains and rivers!

——The sword that cut off Huang Xiu's momentum was like connecting to the backbone of the world.

If Su Bei practiced this sword to cut through mountains and rivers, could he be as powerful as the sword from the legendary Tianxia Sword Sect thousands of years ago?

The Qingping Sword Yaoyao was trembling in Su Bei's hand pointed at the sky, the blue-purple mist was lingering, and the sky was covered with snow. Before the falling snow in the sky completely fell, he held out a sword again!

Su Bei held his sword and laughed, but there was blood gushing out from the corner of his mouth.

For me, a hundred times the power is too far-fetched after all. The meridians in the body are as chaotic as ever, but maybe because of the cold spring immortal energy soaked several times, it is not as serious as the last time I fought against Luo Ritian!

The figure in the blood-stained white shirt embroidered with begonias faces away from the bright moon in the sky. The moonlight shines down, making a big white sky appear!

"The bright moon has come, and the beauty is coming!"

"Sword Two, the moment of youth!"

"..."

The moment of youthfulness that belongs exclusively to Northern Jiangsu is just like seeing it for the first time!

The night is like a piece of black cloth, and this sword is a pair of scissors, carving a lotus out of this black cloth!

A gap appeared in the sky. The gap was only narrow at first, and a ray of moonlight struggled to shine through.

Then the gap became larger and larger, gradually converging into the shape of a lotus, and finally a bright moon was revealed behind the sky. The whole earth was silvery white, reflecting the flourishing green lotus!

boom--

The eyes of the twelve returning figures were wide open, their teeth were clenched, and traces of blood oozed from their lips!

"Break it for me!!"

The roar echoed throughout the whole world!

The majestic spiritual energy of heaven and earth swept over the sky and poured into the bodies of the twelve returners crazily, pointing directly at the two green rainbows in northern Jiangsu!

"Great Compassion Fist!"

"Glass Fire!!"

"Hold it!!"

Twelve strands of spiritual power intertwined together, turning into a long river of spiritual energy, overwhelming the sky and the earth!

But in that snowy sword scene, I was like a thatch swaying in the wind and rain, supported by loneliness.

One after another, spiritual energy poured in crazily, shattered, and poured in!

finally!

"Pfft!!"

The face of the leader, the old man in green shirt, turned red, a muffled sound came from his throat, and a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"boom--"

"boom--"

As one of them could no longer hold on, the next moment, figures flew out one after another, and the horrific aftermath spread for several miles around!

"Pfft!"

"ah!"

The sky is filled with smoke and dust!

--finally.

There was silence on the stage.

When the smoke and dust dissipated, everyone onlookers stared blankly at everything in front of them.

More than ten thousand snow swords wrapped in the mighty Qingping Sword Qi intertwined on the ground of the arena, cutting one arena into pieces!

The twelve figures were scattered everywhere, they had already fainted and were unconscious.

Su Bei stood quietly with his sword in hand. The Qingping Sword left a mark more than two inches deep on the ground. The blood stains at the corner of his mouth were still flowing, falling on the Qingping Sword, blooming with a formidable light!

As the night wind blew by, Su Bei unsheathed his sword and stood with his hands behind his back, standing still.

It has a vague sense of the style of the sword sect in the world back then!

Victory or defeat has been decided.

There was silence!

Everyone looked at the scene in front of them in shock, and they even didn't come back to their senses for a long time.

Those twelve returning to the void were defeated like this?!

Twelve middle-level Void Returners who were able to compete with the peak of the Void Returners were defeated just like that? By one sword from Su Bei?!

The next moment!

Thunderous cheers were rolling across the world. Most of the monks from the ten major competition areas had already arrived at this mountain peak before the battle in Northern Jiangsu, and countless gazes came to them!

"Ouch!"

"hiss--"

"Elder Su really won!?"

"Don't teach the world to look down on the Sword Sect!! Ahhhhhh!"

"..."

On the elders' platform, Wang Tong looked at everything in front of him with a gloomy expression, surrounded by the exclamations of the elders of the Holy Land.

For them, returning to the void is nothing. They just ask themselves that if they were in the same realm, it would be absolutely impossible for one person to fight against twelve people at the same time!

You must know that Returning to the Void is not as good as building a foundation elixir. There are very few people above this level who can leapfrog and fight. What's more, Su Bei actually killed twelve people with one sword this time!!

"I was mistaken! How many years have I seen such a scene?!"

"Elder Xiaojiu, your future achievements are immeasurable!"

"It's been a long time since I've seen it, but it actually makes me feel a little passionate!"

"..."

Ji Nanjue shook his head and looked at Su Bei on the ring with complicated eyes. He clenched his hands tightly and took a gentle breath.

Thunderous cheers resounded throughout the whole world. The elders of the Holy Land walked forward with a look of surprise on their faces. They narrowed their eyes and looked at Su Bei in front of them. Then they let out a long sigh and slowly said:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Jian Zong, Su Bei, wins!"

In this competition, no one is optimistic about Su Bei.

I never thought that this man who was in the middle stage of returning to the void would actually defeat twelve people in the ring in a fair and just way!

One person versus twelve!

As soon as his announcement fell, the already shocking cheers suddenly intensified!

How many years have we not seen such a wonderful scene?
To be continued...