"Shameless, Lord Jian Donglai, kill this guy!"

Hearing the words of the sword saint Nie Feng, looking at Jian Donglai who was repelled by him, the army of Hengyun Mansion who was happy and excited just now looked shocked and uproared, and there were confusion and confusion in his mouth.

The smiles on the faces of Bai Tianying, Ghost Sword, Mei Tianqi, and Xiang Yuanchao, the head of Hengyun Mansion, gradually disappeared, replaced by cold and ugly, and felt like they were slapped in the face.

"Oh... It's a pity. The sword saint Nie Feng's sword just now could indeed kill that guy directly, and he even gave him a chance to draw his sword."

Ye Xuan sighed softly and said helplessly.

In his opinion, the sword saint Nie Feng suddenly took action at ten times the speed. Jian Donglai could not dodge the sword under that sword, but he finally withdrew a little strength and only injured Jian Donglai and did not take his life. He missed an opportunity in vain.

If it were him, he would never do this, but would kill him with one sword.

"He deliberately saved Jian Donglai's life, and asked him to draw the sword to obviously pick up the lost face and bring glory to my Dragon Nest. And as a sword cultivator, he should also want to see the other party's sword skills."

After hearing Ye Xuan's words, Ye Sifeng, who knew the sword saint Nie Feng very well, said with a smile.

"Give me a chance to draw my sword? Hoho, very good! I will make you pay the price for your arrogance."

Jian Donglai's eyes flashed with fierce light, and his murderous intent rushed towards the sword saint Nie Feng.

"Swish!"

There was no fluctuation on the face of the sword saint Nie Feng, and he rushed out like lightning at this moment.

The moment they rushed out, the originally clear sky suddenly became extremely dark, as if it was stained with ink, and only two figures ran and approached in the dark.

"Swish..."

The moment they approached, the two of them drew their swords together.

The dazzling sword light suddenly burst out.

The figures of the two people who had originally rushed out suddenly stopped at this moment.

The sword energy was scattered, and the sword seemed to split the black cloud and reappeared the light.

The dazzling sunlight shone down from the split clouds and fell on the sword saint Nie Feng and Jian Donglai.

Sword Saint Nie Feng held the scabbard in one hand and maintained the posture of drawing the sword with the other hand.

Jian Donglai held the scabbard in one hand and the other hand held the hilt in the sword, pulling out half of the sword. The sword body reflected a dazzling light under the sunlight.

"Who's winning?"

"Who won the game?"

"Did Lord Jian Donglai win?"

Countless people stared blankly at the sword saint Nie Feng and Jian Donglai, whose bodies suddenly stopped in the air, and anxious voices came out of their mouths.

"I gave you the chance to draw the sword, but unfortunately, your sword was not drawn until the end."

As the calm and indifferent voice sounded, under the astonished eyes of people, the still body of the sword saint Nie Feng suddenly moved.

He didn't even look at the sword behind him coming east, but walked straight towards the Dragon Nest camp.

"How...how is this happening? How could you...how could you...so fast? Puff..."

Behind him, Jian Donglai lowered his head with difficulty, staring blankly at the undrawn sword in his hand. A strong look of incredible appearance appeared on his face, and a hoarse voice came out of his mouth.

After the words fell, a large amount of black blood was sprayed out from his mouth, and a sword mark that penetrated his body appeared on his body. He died of anger and fell from mid-air, becoming a cold corpse!

"roar!"

"Win, we won, haha!"

"Sword Saint, Sword Saint!"

Looking at the sword falling to death coming from the east and looking at the sword saint Nie Feng who was carrying the triumphant return, the warriors of the Dragon Nest were excited and shouting excitedly.

The anger they held in their hearts finally vented in one slightest moment, with a sense of pride.

"Smack it..."

A strong smile of admiration appeared on Ye Xuan's face, and he took the lead in applauding.

The sword saint Nie Feng won this battle with great glory.

He began to maintain the same frequency and the same force to draw his sword. The only purpose was to paralyze the sword saint Nie Feng, let him adapt to his attack rhythm and frequency, and slowly assimilate the rhythm of his body muscles.

When Jian Donglai fully adapted to his attack rhythm and power, he unexpectedly launched a counterattack and launched a counterattack.

Even in the end, Jian Donglai didn't have time to draw out the long sword, while the sword saint Nie Feng had already drawn his sword and returned to his sheath.

His sword came faster and stronger than Jiandong.

Such a method is truly admirable and amazing.

For a moment, the earth-shaking shouts and cheers and the overwhelming applause also rang out.

Sword Saint Nie Feng deserves his reputation!

"Come here, let General Nie see the seat!"

Su Hanyan's exquisite face was also filled with smiles, and he spoke with a smile.

"General Nie, please!"

Soon someone brought a seat and placed it next to Ye Xuan, and poured him fine wine. Sword Saint Nie Feng happily took the seat.

"How could this happen? Lord Jian Donglai was defeated?"

"Damn it, why did this end?"

"Isn't that guy one of them being beaten up at the beginning?"

"We actually lost again?"

The soldiers of the Hengyun Mansion were depressed, their faces were depressed, and there were incredible words in their mouths.

It was really hard for them to believe what was happening in front of them.

It was obvious that Jiandong came to victory, but in the end he overturned the car.

Hengyun Mansion was slapped in the face again.
Chapter completed!