Wang Daoyi looked at Qingwen, holding a long blue sword in his hand, and his sword intent was hidden but he did not expect that the prince of the Qingyun Holy Dynasty was actually a sword cultivator, and he was still a sword cultivator who had understood the sword intent.
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A breath of turbid air was gently exhaled, and all the emotions in Wang Daoyi's heart that had nothing to do with the battle dissipated. Only absolute awakening and calmness remained in his thunderous eyes, as well as the burning fighting spirit!
A shocking sword sounded from the immortal mountains, and a golden sword light carrying the supreme will rose from Wang Dao's body!
All the warriors in the holy realm were dazzled and looked at the proud figure like the king of the sword. This was the third innate sword body that appeared in the Immortal Martial Continent in thousands of years!
At this moment, even the eight holy lords on the throne all looked at the golden sword light that had not dissipated for a long time, and a little wave appeared in the quiet and abyss eyes.
The innate sword body and supreme sword intent are all legends for them.
Then, another loud sword sounded, and as Wang Dao held his right hand firmly, a purple long sword appeared in Wang Dao's hand!
The moment when the Zixiao Sword was captured by Wang Daoyi, Wang Daoyi's aura directly turned into the sharpest sword blade in the world, and the endless sharpness was centered on Wang Daoyi and raging towards the martial arts field.
And this is not over yet. After Wang Dao mobilized the supreme sword intent in his body to pour into the Zixiao Sword, the power of the supreme sword intent was completely released, and the aura of the supreme sword intent swept across the world!
The vast and unknowing holy land of the sky, the sword weapons provided by the warriors in the holy realm were all trembling and whispered in the direction of the Wanzhong Fairy Mountain without being controlled!
Among the warriors who were watching the battle in Qingtian Xianshan, a saint tightly controlled his sword soldier, looking at the sword weapon that kept trembling in the air in disbelief, murmured:
"This is the sword soldiers worshiping their king!"
Wang Chen's eyes became more complicated when he looked at his son who was worshipped by endless sword soldiers in the martial arts field, but the most was the pride and pride that he had become a dragon.
Wang Daoyi gently danced a sword flower with his right hand, and he also removed the tip of the sword to the ground and said to Qingwen:
"I am a martial arts soldier, Zixiao, please ask my brother for advice!"
Qing Wen looked at Wang Daoyi who was being approached by Wan Jian, and his heart was a little bitter. He naturally knew that the young master of the Wang family was an innate sword body that could not be seen in a million years.
But he didn't expect that the innate sword body and the supreme sword intent could cause such a terrifying vision, which made him feel like he had hit the muzzle.
However, geniuses like Qingwen and Wang Daoyi, naturally cannot affect their mood. What they believe in will always be true strength.
Under the stimulation of Wang Daoyi, Qing Wen couldn't suppress his fighting spirit in his heart. He could meet such a genius in the first battle of his life, which made him want a long roar of surprise!
"My destiny, Qinglian, please give me advice from Brother Wang!"
Then, after a very sensible tribe member of the Wang family beat the first war drum, Wang Daoyi and Qingwen disappeared from the spot at the same time.
The next moment, two afterimages appeared on the martial arts performance field, and the afterimages appeared differently every time, and they were accompanied by a rapid and fierce sound of metal and iron colliding.
That was the sound made when the Zixiao Sword and the Qinglian Sword slashed each other!
At this time, Wu Buyan, who had already stood up and watched Wang Daoyi and Qingwen fight, had already disappeared, and the breath on his body seemed to be emitting non-expressing.
Kuang Wu, who was standing behind Wu Buyan and Du Juan who had returned, looked at the current state of his master. They looked at each other and knew in their hearts that the master could not help but want to be with the two below.
Fighted.
Kuang Wu looked even more scared at this time, because the seemingly ordinary sword fighting below could instantly cut him into pieces.
At this moment, he finally understood why the master said that he could not hold on for two rounds just now. In this situation, if he could not hold on for half a round, he would be instantly caught when he went up.
The most belligerent prince of the Fighting Saint Ape clan, Sun Potian, had already scratched his ears and foreheads, and golden light flashed from time to time from time to time in the flames. He was trying his best to restrain himself from going to mess up the situation.
In the blink of an eye, dozens of swords were swung out. Wang Daoyi and Qingwen stopped at the same time, which was like a ghostly figure. Their position was also the position before the action was before, just like the fierce battle between the two of them just an illusion.
A demon saint looked at the two people who were still looking at each other, his eyes flashed and said to the disciples behind him:
"Look at it well, study hard, and the next two Your Highnesses will take real action. Although you definitely don't understand it very well, it's also a rising and rising knowledge. Who makes you in the same era as them?"
Similar words also sounded throughout the Wanzhong Fairy Mountain, including many warriors watching the battle through the projection sky curtain.
When he heard the younger generation whom his master and elders said, he remembered that the battle below that made them watch was just a preliminary test.
And they suddenly realized that they and the two figures on the field were already people from two worlds.