"Next?!!"

boom--

In an instant, the entire venue was boiling, and the sound of shock filled the entire place.

"Does he still have the energy to fight?"

"Does he still want to challenge those peak returners to leave the ring?!"

"..."

The sound echoed throughout the mountains.

The blood on Qingping's sword continuously flowed across the land and gathered at Su Bei's feet.

The elder of the Holy Land took a deep breath, with a trembling voice, and said loudly:

"Sword Sect, Su Beisheng!!"

"..."

No one present, including Ji Nanjue, the elders of the Holy Land, and the major sects, could not believe the scene in front of them. The sword that was close to half a step was broken like this.

On the contrary, the royal sword energy that had been buried for thousands of years by the Jianzong reappeared in the world.

Subei actually defeated Shizhen!?

This may not be a good thing for other major sects.

Sitting on the high platform, Yao Yan stared blankly at the deep ravine several hundred feet long, at the blood-stained gown hunting in the wind, and in a daze he seemed to see the sword sect from back then.

An old swordsman held a sword and laughed, looking at the Cangjiang River that had been flowing for thousands of years, and at the tens of thousands of wild cultivators who had never crossed the river.

To the north of the Cangjiang River are countless ruins, and to the south of the Cangjiang River are countless sects in the world.

"The world..."

Ji Nanjue suddenly smiled, thinking of that day under the Buhui Cliff, when she said she would give him a chance...

——At that time, he was probably snickering in his heart, because he had obviously honed the royal sword to such a high level.

"Su Bei, how many surprises can you bring me?"

Everyone was staring blankly at what was happening in front of them. I don’t know how long it took, but someone suddenly whispered:

"Is Elder Su really good, Lien Chan?"

"..."

His eyes were full of shock, and the terrifying spiritual energy power a few breaths ago seemed to cover the world, so vast!

An old monk who returned to the void looked at Su Bei on the stage and sighed:

"The Royal Sword, haven't you seen this sword for hundreds of years?"

"I didn't expect that the Sword Sect still retains this sword..."

"..."

The disciples of the Sword Sect looked at Su Bei with burning eyes and swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Elder Su always surprises people!!"

"Too strong!! But is Elder Su's injury really okay?!"

"Let Elder Su come down! Stop fighting!"

"This is the rule of the ring battle, unless someone challenges Elder Su to leave the ring."

"..."

Wenren looked at the injured Li Ziyu and Shan Wuque, who were being supported by a group of disciples. Li Ziyu sighed and said:

"I disappoint my senior sister."

"..."

Shan Wique's dull hair was not fluttering in the wind as usual and resting on his forehead. His face was pale, but there was a smile at the corner of his mouth.

——At least, my sister will not be so seriously injured.

"It's been done very well."

Wen Renping smiled with his eyes, and then looked at the bloody man in the distance, holding the corners of his skirt tightly with his jade hands, biting his thin lips with his white teeth.

As the light shone down, you could see tears welling up in the corners of her eyes as she murmured to herself:

"He looks more and more like Master..."

On the ring, Su Bei stood with his hands behind his back, paying no attention to the overwhelming discussion around him. He casually took out a Qi and Blood Pill from his storage ring, closed his eyes and restored his damaged meridians.

When an ordinary monk reaches his level, he has already reached the end of his crossbow. Even if he still has fighting power, he can only wave it symbolically a few times.

But Su Bei is different. Under the blessing of the system, every sword is at its peak. In other words, there are no shackles that the body puts on to protect itself, if I have to describe it.

——It's like turning off the overheating and overload protection of the computer... The smoothness is true, and the card burning is also true.

Boundless pain continued to spread throughout his body, stinging every nerve in his body.

Finally, a man with messy hair walked over. He seemed to have consumed a lot of spiritual energy before. He looked at Su Bei with respect in his eyes:

"There are few people in the 21 states that Wang can admire so much!"

"Elder Su, I, Wang Chuan, respect you!"

"It's just a pity that this is the Immortal Platform. Monks from all over the world are here to witness it, and Wang will not let go..."

"..."

As he spoke, the sword energy bloomed instantly!

Su Bei's eyes suddenly opened, he looked at the person in front of him, then he smiled casually and said:

"Elder Wang, please!"

Awesome sword!

Boom!

The wind suddenly picked up, bringing a slight chill to this desolate world, and the sound of swords all over the sky was heard!

The onlookers all stared at the ring without saying a word, their eyes full of respect.

Golden lotuses are blooming all over the sky, and there are still a series of swords, and it is still the sword that cuts off mountains and rivers!

Blood continued to ooze from the corners of Su Bei's mouth, and the Dao Qi in his Dantian crazily poured into his sword body at this moment. The Qingping Sword seemed to have never been so happy as it was today, trembling fiercely, and streaks of fluid flowing around it.

Blooming in the sky!

Boom——

Boom——

Although Wang Chuan's sword intent was not as terrifying as Shi Zhen's, every sword strike still brought strong oppression to Su Bei.

The sound of knives and the sound of swords are everywhere in my ears!

The sound of the collision of gold and stone echoed in every inch of land above Qingyun Mountain, and it seemed that with every ray of Su Bei's kingly sword energy dissipating, there was an indescribable understanding in his heart.

Feeling such terrifying sword strikes one after another!

Wang Chuan's eyes widened, blood flowed from the corners of his mouth, and his clothes were almost torn to pieces by the terrifying sword energy. He yelled:

"Twenty-two swords, cut off the soul!"

Finally, Wang Chuan's sword, which had been charged for a long time, crossed the sky and seemed to bring up a thunder net among the thunder clouds above the sky.

The sky is roaring.

The thunder has lost its voice and the blood cloud has lost its color!

Su Bei laughed, and the Qingping Sword in his hand was blooming with evil charm at this moment, and the Qingping Sword Qi filled the sky!

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The sky is low, the blood-red rivers and mountains are cut off by one sword!

A sword is dejected.

Desperate!

Two terrifying figures gathered auras all over the sky, and finally collided with each other!

Magnificent air ripples spread across the sky, threatening to shatter your eardrums!

It was at this moment that the sky above the other arena was filled with smoke and dust, and a figure flew out, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

"Ahem!"

A man stood coughing up blood. It was almost dusk, and the setting sun stretched the long knife held by the man.

Mo Xingjian closed his eyes and fainted with blood all over his body.

The voice of the Holy Land elders echoed between heaven and earth:
To be continued...