A line of blood stretches from the Bajiquan warrior's eyebrows, chest, to the crotch.

The Bajiquan warrior looked at the sword star in disbelief and wanted to say something, but found that he felt as if his throat was being strangled.

"Plop!"

His body suddenly split into two halves, and he lay bloody on the ring, with his internal organs spilled all over the floor.

The martial arts master was killed with one sword, and the whole place was completely silent.

As strong as the Bajiquan warrior, he was unable to withstand a sword energy.

The old man from the Hong family in Zhejiang Province had a haggard face and suddenly collapsed to the ground, his face extremely pale.

Others were also silent.

Even Master Xu Yuan's eyes flashed with horror. Even though Jian Xing was a small level lower than him, at this moment he already regarded Jian Xing on the stage as an opponent of the same level.

Mo Qingxi huddled in Xiao Chenfeng's arms, feeling sad about the tragic death of the Bajiquan warrior.

"Master, that man died so pitifully!"

Xiao Chenfeng gently stroked her hair. He, who always despised life, could only sigh softly at the sentiments of his beautiful apprentice.

It's not that he has a cold nature, it's just that all things in the world are nothing more than ants in front of the vast way of heaven.

Jian Xing had no emotions about killing the Bajiquan warrior, as if he was stepping on an ant to death.

I saw him standing proudly on the stage, looking around the stage, and said calmly:

"Is anyone else coming to die?"

His tone was cold, as if he came from the Jiuyou region, and the whole place was chilled. Many people shrank their necks subconsciously.

For a long time, everyone in the audience was silent, and their expectant eyes gradually turned to a middle-aged man.

That is Master Xu Yuan. At this moment, I am afraid that only Master Xu Yuan can defeat the swordsman master in the ring.

Master Xu Yuan felt the expectations of everyone, sighed lightly, and looked slightly solemn.

Today, no matter what, he must take action.

He is a long-established magic master. If he dared to fight against a junior today, it would be ruined for a lifetime if word spread.

He slowly walked out of the crowd. There seemed to be invisible steps between the ground and the ring. He climbed up the steps.

When Jian Xing saw Master Xu Yuan stepping into the void, he let out a light sigh, nodded and said: "You are in the realm of minor magic skills and have good footwork. Could it be that you are Xu Yuan?"

Master Xu Yuan looked at the other person, making sure that this person was not in his memory, and asked doubtfully: "Do you know me?"

"Ten years ago, my teacher passed through Xijiang Province and met a man. Seeing that his footwork was good, he gave him a sword light. Unexpectedly, the man used his footwork to dodge, so he spared his life.

, that person is you, right?" Jianxing said lightly.

Master Xu Yuan was immediately shocked. Void Step was a technique he was quite proud of. It could change shapes in the void, and almost no one in the same realm could break it.

But ten years ago, when he was walking on the Void Step, he was almost killed by a man and a sword.

"Who is your master?" Master Xu Yuan had a guess in his mind.

"Sword Emperor Ancient Swordsman!" Jian Xing said proudly.

As soon as these words came out, the whole audience was stunned.

The reputation of the Sword Emperor Gu Jiansheng resounds throughout China, even abroad, and he is known as the number one master in China.

"Sure enough, it's him!" Master Xu Yuan suddenly seemed ten years older. Who else could teach such an outstanding disciple except him?

"Let's take action. I want to see how good you are at learning the ancient sword?" Master Xu Yuan took a deep breath, straightened his back, and said with great solemnity.

"Okay, in the past, I and you escaped my master's sword, and he spared your life. Today, if you can withstand my seven swords, what if I spare your life?" Jianxing was extremely confident.

"Stop talking nonsense!"

Master Xu Yuan was extremely angry. He flicked his sleeves and a yellow talisman flew out. It grew in the wind and turned into a ten-foot-high mountain. It fell on the head of the sword star. The entire arena was shrouded in the shadow of the mountain.

"good!"

The people in the audience burst into laughter.

"Cut the mountain with one sword!" Under the shadow of the mountain, Jian Xing raised his head, looked at the mountain getting closer and closer, smiled casually, pointed it as a sword, and slashed in the air.

A silver sword light suddenly shot out, bursting out with bright light, like a shooting star.

"boom!"

The majestic ten-foot-high mountain, under the sword energy of Jian Xing, was like rotten wood, shattered by a sword, and turned into yellow light floating in the sky.

"How can it be?"

Master Xu Yuan's expression changed drastically, he made a secret in his hand, and his body's cultivation suddenly exploded.

"Wind blows!"

He murmured in his mouth, raised his right hand and pointed in the air.

A wisp of cyan wind appeared at his fingertips. It was very light at first, almost invisible, but in an instant, it became rich, like the color of blue.

This cyan wind roared towards the Sword Star, and the entire arena was shaking.

"Two Swords Tattoo Ming!" Jian Xing shouted, his eyes widened, his fingertips flashed, and a silver sword light shot out, dazzling the eyes.

"boom!"

There was a flash of silver light, and the green wind was passed through by a sword, turning into green mist and dissipating. The silver sword light continued unabated and headed straight towards Xu Yuan.

Master Xu Yuan changed his color again, hurriedly stepped on the Void Step, dodged, and appeared five meters away, but a bloody gash on his left shoulder was so eye-catching.

"Three swords to kill Jiuyou!"

"Four Swords..."

"Five swords..."

"Six swords..."

The sword star fired four more swords. Although Master Xu Yuan was not killed by virtue of his flexibility in the void step, he had five more sword marks on his body and was almost soaked with blood, turning him into a bloody man.

Master Xu Yuan stood tremblingly in the void, blood dripping from his feet on the ring. Looking at Jian Xing's carefree and indulgent posture, he sighed and said: "I surrender!"

The six sword strikes just now were full of dangers and almost killed him. He really wasn't sure about taking the opponent's seventh sword blow.

"You can take on my six swords, you are very strong!" Jianxing nodded to Master Xu Yuan.

Jianxing's tone was natural, and his strength seemed to be natural.

Master Xu Yuan smiled bitterly. He was not strong enough and was so humiliated by a junior. What else could he say? He cupped his hand and floated off the stage, looking lonely.

Everyone stared at this scene blankly, with expressions of disbelief.

A majestic master of martial arts at Xiaocheng level did not dare to take the seventh sword of Jian Xing, and was almost killed by Jian Xing, who was a beginner in the transformation realm.

Sword Star is so powerful that he deserves to be the disciple of the Sword Emperor.

In the small town, the main hall of Tianmen Temple.

"Already having the demeanor of his master, there are only a few young disciples of my Tianshi Dao who can fight with him." The Taoist priest sighed.

"Well, it's over, Simin, go and invite Jianxing over." The monk turned around and said to Huo Simin as he moved the beads in his hand.

"Master Yuankong, there is still one person who is not on the field, and the result may not be clear yet." Huo Simin looked at the light curtain and said hesitantly.

That monk is obviously the master of Tianmen Temple, whose name is Master Yuankong.

Liang Xinya's beautiful eyes flashed, and she instantly understood the implication of Huo Simin's words. Looking at the invincible heroic figure of the sword star in the light screen, she said in surprise: "Isn't this the strange person you said?"

Huo Simin shook her head, her beautiful eyes sparkling again and again, and she pointed at Xiao Chenfeng on the light screen and said, "If he comes on the stage, he will definitely defeat the Sword Star."

"How is that possible?" Liang Xinya looked in disbelief, looking at the person in the light curtain. This strange person mentioned by the direct descendant of the Celestial Master was actually Xiao Chenfeng.

She had met Xiao Chenfeng several times and had never found any cultivation in him.

Could it be that the palpitations and death threats I felt in my body did not come from the treasures on his body, but from himself.

Liang Xinya shook her head hard and threw this unrealistic idea away.

She is a great demon in transformation and once reached the realm of demon fairy. Although her strength has been reduced due to her transformation, her strength is comparable to the peak of the transformation realm or the peak of magic. How could she be threatened by a mortal?

"Simin, do you have any evidence?" the Taoist priest asked in surprise.

That person was clearly just a boy of seventeen or eighteen years old, how could he be Sword Star's opponent.

Master Yuankong also looked at Xiao Chenfeng with some doubts.

"That girl in red is his disciple!" Huo Simin smiled bitterly and shook her head.

"How is that possible?" the Taoist priest asked again in surprise.

"Maybe he is also proficient in formations, alchemy and weapon refining." Huo Simin once again broke the news.

"That's impossible, nephew Simin, don't tease me, just go and invite Jianxing over!" Master Yuankong shook his head and laughed.

He has been practicing for hundreds of years, but he has only dabbled in weapon refining and alchemy. A young man is proficient in formations, alchemy and weapon refining. What else can this be if it is not a joke?

The Taoist priest also stroked his long white beard and laughed.
To be continued...