Jian Donglai stood in the air, staring at the sword body Nie Feng flying in front of him, with a sharp light flashing in his eyes, and a sound of majestic words in his mouth: "I am Jian Donglai, the sword Taoist scholar of the Lord of the Realm Palace, and will not kill the nameless people. If you retreat quickly, you will be spared from death!"

Obviously, Jian Donglai did not take the sword saint Nie Feng, who was flying to fight, seriously.

As a powerful man in the Immortal Realm, he has been in the Immortal Realm for many years with his outstanding swordsmanship and is invincible at the same level.

"He is not an unknown person, but Nie Feng, a generation of sword saint in our Dragon Nest!"

Hearing Jian Donglai's arrogant words, many Dragon Nest warriors on the city wall couldn't help but shout loudly to cheer for the sword saint Nie Feng.

"I dare to call the Sword Saint a mere gent, today I will tell you what the sword path is!"

Jian Dong looked at the sword saint Nie Feng with a deep disdain in his eyes, and there was a sound of cold words coming from his mouth.

"Clang!"

The sword saint Nie Feng did not speak, but pulled out his sword eagle cry with a clang.

The long sword was turned out, and with a loud eagle cry, the sword saint Nie Feng's momentum surged, and countless sword energy flowed around his body, making his long hair fly and his clothes without wind.

Behind him, an illusory and mysterious eagle head appeared, and the bloody eagle eyes were filled with sharp light that penetrated everything, looking for the enemy's fatal weaknesses.

At this moment, the image of the sword saint Nie Feng instantly became extremely tall at this moment, and the aura of the strong was fully revealed.

"Boom!"

Then, he waved the Eagle-Crying Holy Sword in his hand suddenly, and a huge sword energy came straight towards the sword like a blood-colored silver moon.

"A little trick!"

Seeing this, a sneer appeared on Jian Donglai's face, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes, and his palm was poked out. Under the shocked gaze, he directly grabbed the sword energy that the sword saint Nie Feng cut out, and then suddenly reborn.

The blood-colored sword energy turned into blood-colored ice crystals all over the sky and fell down, full of a different beauty, and put a mysterious and powerful cloak on Jian Donglai.

His simple and arrogant hand made the pupils of many warriors in the Dragon Nest shrink, and a thick sense of surprise and shock appeared on his face.

"The sword saint Nie Feng's eagle-crying sword energy was blocked by that guy so easily, and he was pinched with one hand?"

"How could this happen? The sword energy of Lord Nie Feng's sword energy has no effect on him?"

"That guy is clearly at the peak of the Immortal Realm, exactly the same as Lord Nie Feng. Why do you feel that he is stronger than Lord Nie Feng's Sword Saint?"

"No, the strong often pay attention to momentum when they get in the fight. Lord Nie Feng's momentum has been suppressed."

The Dragon Nest Warriors on the alloy wall were filled with deep shock and worry.

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the sword saint Nie Feng has lost in terms of momentum.

"That guy is not only a sword cultivator, but also has practiced the way of horizontal refining. He is a physical cultivator. Just now, he relied on his physical strength to block the sword energy of the sword saint Nie Feng and crushed him. Lord Nie Feng's situation is a bit bad..."

Ye Xuan's eye of the Star Emperor was quietly opened, a sharp light flashed in his eyes, and a low voice came out of his mouth.

"Although that is called Jian Donglai is indeed very strong, and he is a dual cultivation of sword art, Nie Feng is not an ordinary person, so there is no need to worry."

Hearing Ye Xuan's words, a smile appeared on Ye Sifeng's face and said comfortingly.

The figures who can make it to the top 100 military merit list are definitely not ordinary people. The senior executives of the Dragon Nest such as Ye Sifeng and Su Haoran have absolute confidence in the sword saint Nie Feng.

"roar!"

Seeing Jian Donglai blocking the attack of the Sword Saint Nie Feng in such a domineering way and crushing his sword energy, the army of Hengyun Mansion increased its momentum. After sweeping away the previous depressedness, he let out an excited roar.

In their opinion, he must have won this battle with Jian Donglai.

"Such a crude sword skill and such a dull sword energy dare to call yourself a sword saint? Don't make people laugh here. I'll give you three breaths to leave you a bad life. Get out of here!"

Jian Donglai looked at the sword saint Nie Feng, and there was a voice of cold and disdainful words in his mouth.

The enemy in front of him was simply unable to arouse his interest, and he didn't even have the qualification to draw his sword.

The sharp light flashed in the eyes of the sword saint Nie Feng, but he still didn't say anything. He took one step forward and stepped on the clouds. The long sword in his hand stabbed directly at Jian Donglai's heart.

Jian Donglai smiled coldly, his eyes became even more disdainful. He had no intention of drawing the sword, but dodged with his outstanding body skills.

The sword saint Nie Feng looked as usual, neither happy nor sad. The sword in his hand swung rapidly, and the eagle cries resounded continuously. The sword light sucked and spit out sharp fangs like a poisonous snake and bitten it towards Jian Donglai. However, Jian Donglai always had a teasing smile on his face, strolling in the garden, dodging calmly and calmly.

Even if he encountered a sword skill that could not dodge, he relied on his strong body and pointed like a sword to block and fight, which made the sword saint Nie Feng extremely despise him and played with him in his palms.

Even so, Jian Donglai felt that it was not enough to be satisfied, and there was a loud laugh from his mouth: "Did everyone see it? This is the person who is known as a generation of sword saint on Earth Star. So far, he has produced a total of 100 swords, but unfortunately he has not even touched a trace of my clothes... It is simply ridiculous. Looking at our Hengyun Star, any ordinary sword cultivator's sword skills are more skilled than him. However, such a person is respected as a sword saint by the ants of Earth Star, which is simply a big deal!"

"This is the enemy we are going to face. They are weak and arrogant, just a group of garbage that is watching the sky. What reason do you have to be afraid of such enemies? What reason do you think you will fail? This war is destined to be our victory, they are destined to be trampled by us and become slaves we feed."

"Haha, Lord Jian Donglai is right. What are we afraid of when facing such an ant?"

"It's really ridiculous that such garbage can be called the Sword Saint..."

"The people who were the guys who became sword saints by Dixing are just at this level. How strong can those guys in Dixing be? Wouldn't we be able to destroy them?"

Hearing Jian Donglai's words, looking at Nie Feng, the sword body that was being played with by him and was suppressed in his palm, the faces of the soldiers of the Hengyun Mansion were filled with playful and slutty smiles, and there were joking and disdainful words in their mouths.

Now they have completely emerged from the shock caused by Ye Xuan's efforts to destroy millions of parasitic cannibals. They once again felt that they could do it, they felt that they were superior, and they felt that the people on Earth were just a group of arrogant frogs in the well.

"Sword Dong comes, it's not bad!"

Bai Tianying, who stood behind Xiang Yuanchao, the main leader of Hengyun Realm, commented at this moment.

"I didn't find any uniqueness about this kid. Today, I performed unexpectedly and I have given us a face to face."

Mei Tianqi also commented to Jian Donglai at this moment: "If this continues, the ant in the dragon nest will soon be defeated."

"Swords come from the east, and you should reward!"

A smile appeared on Xiang Yuanchao, the main body of Hengyun Realm, and nodded with appreciation.

"After the war is over, the child is ready to let Jian Donglai enter Zangjian Pavilion to practice."

The Ghost Sword opened its mouth at the right time at this moment.

"allow!"

Xiang Yuanchao, the main body of Hengyun Realm, replied lightly.

In their opinion, there is no suspense in this battle.

Both sides were not at the same level at all. Although the sword saint Nie Feng was strong in sword skills, he could not hurt Jian Donglai at all.

In this battle, Jian Donglai was invincible.

Compared with the cheers and mockery of Hengyun Mansion, the atmosphere on Dragon Nest seems particularly low.

Jian Donglai's provocative words and the ridiculous sounds of the soldiers of Hengyun Mansion fell into their ears, making their faces look particularly ugly, and their fists clattered, and they were holding a breath of anger in their hearts.

However, none of them said anything, and everyone stared at the battlefield. They believed that the sword saint in their hearts would never disappoint them.

"So stable. From the beginning to now, the sword saint Nie Feng's hand holding the sword has not shaken. He still maintained the initial frequency when he set out the sword. And no matter how Jian Donglai mocked him, the sword saint Nie Feng's mood was not at all turbulent, and his face had not changed at all... If it were someone else, he would have been furious... His sword saint alone would be beyond the reach of it, far exceeding Jian Donglai, and the outcome of this battle is hard to tell..."

Ye Xuan relied on the Eye of the Star Emperor to see more and deeper things, and quickly analyzed it in his heart.

He looked at Su Haoran, Ye Sifeng and others again, and found that there was no slight fluctuation on their faces. He felt that the Sword Saint Nie Feng would soon be counterattacked and slapped in the face.

"That stinking acrobatic, you only have that little skill?"

Jian came and pointed to the sword, clamped the Eagle-Crying Saint Sword that the sword saint Nie Feng stabbed. A sarcastic voice came from his mouth, and a hint of coldness and impatient flashed in his eyes: "If you only have such a little ability, then it's time to end it all."

“It’s indeed time to end.”

However, Jian Donglai's words had just finished speaking, and the sword saint Nie Feng, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke at this moment.

"Ri!"

As his words fell, the Eagle-Crying Holy Sword in his hand suddenly let out a loud sword sound, and the sword body instantly changed red. The sword saint Nie Feng's arm shook violently, and a force of worship spread out from his Eagle-Crying Holy Sword.

The sudden huge force made De Jian Donglai's face change. He was about to make some moves. The Eagle-Crying Holy Sword, which was clamped by his fingers, had shaken the shackles of his fingers and stabbed towards his throat.

Seeing this, Jian Donglai's face turned cold and was about to avoid the sword sideways, but the sword saint Nie Feng's hand holding the sword suddenly rotated at high speed at this moment to snatch a sword energy tornado at the speed of ten times faster than before and stabbed towards Jian Donglai's chest.

"How could his sword suddenly be so fast?"

"Damn it, I can't hide anymore!"

Looking at the Eagle-Crying Holy Sword that was piercing rapidly, Jian Donglai's pupils shrank, without thinking, his arms crossed, and his energy quickly blocked him.

"Puff..."

The next tremble, the terrifying sword energy burst out, and Jian Donglai sprayed a mouthful of black blood, and was shocked to fly backwards under the shocked gaze of the soldiers of Hengyun Mansion.

When he stabilized his body, his arms and hands were torn apart by the sword energy and bloody scars appeared. The soft armor on the chest was also penetrated by the sword energy, leaving a blood hole in his chest, and blood kept flowing out, making him look extremely embarrassed.

Obviously, Jian Donglai was already injured at this moment.

"You... deserve to die!"

Looking down at the bloody hole in his chest, Jian Donglai's face was extremely hard to see. His fist was pinching and clattering. He stared at the sword saint Nie Feng who was walking slowly with a long sword. There was a stern voice in his mouth.

"I could have killed you with one sword just now. For the sake of being a sword cultivator, I will give you a chance to draw your sword."

The sword saint Nie Feng's long hair was flying, standing in the wind, his eyes were staring at Jian Dong, and there was a calm and indifferent voice in his mouth.

"Wow!"

"What's going on? That guy actually said that the sword just now could kill Lord Jian Donglai?"

"Just just now, Lord Jian Donglai had the upper hand completely, why did he suddenly fall into a disadvantage and be defeated?"

"The madman, it was clearly Lord Jian Donglai who spared his life. He actually said that he could kill Lord Jian Donglai with one sword and give him a chance to draw his sword?"
To be continued...