Zhang Ling said without paying any attention to the sword pillar in front of him. Facing the opponent's full attack, he casually stretched out a hand and grabbed directly into the sword pillar, intending to steal the blade with his bare hands.
His hand made everyone's eyes widen in shock. Aren't you afraid that the hand would be twisted to pieces by the sword storm?
"No matter how many sword shadows there are, they are all virtual after all. Among these six swords, only one is real. As long as your eyesight is quick enough, you can catch it. And your strength is divided into six, and one part of your strength is regarded as six."
It looks gorgeous, but it actually greatly weakens the power of the sword. How difficult is it to break it?"
Zhang Ling stretched out his hand as he spoke. In the middle of his words, the storm of sword pillars rolled up by Xin Peng suddenly stopped. His opponent actually pinched the blade of his sword with three fingers and could no longer move.
Not at all, but Zhang Ling's feet still didn't move at all.
Has anyone present seen such a method? Even the older generation of Tonggu Realm experts stared wide-eyed, feeling ashamed.
Although the other party's cultivation level is not as good as theirs, their vision and methods are far superior to theirs. After all, he is a person from a big place, and many of his methods are beyond their imagination.
When the opponent used three fingers on the sword, Xin Peng realized the huge gap in strength between the two sides, but he did not flinch.
"Come again!"
He roared and slashed out with his second sword!
Xin Peng learned the lesson from the first time, and there are no more tricks with the sword he thrusts, because since the other party said that as long as three swords can make him move, even if he loses, Xin Peng will not be polite anymore and slash out with one sword.
, heading straight towards the opponent's lower body, using all his strength, without considering the issue of defense at all, because in these three moves, the opponent will not attack, so Xin Peng has no need to spare any effort.
Unfortunately, the sword he slashed with all his strength was easily blocked by his opponent using only the scabbard.
Not only did the opponent clearly judge his sword path, Xin Peng also lost in the strength confrontation. The power fluctuations erupted from the collision between the two sides made the sword body buzz.
Only the last sword is left!
Xin Peng couldn't help frowning. He felt that the person in front of him was like an adult beating a child. No matter what methods Xin Peng used, the other party could easily collapse. Facing him, Xin Peng seemed to be facing a child.
There was a mountain he couldn't climb, and his confidence was shaken.
The most important thing for those who practice swordsmanship is confidence. No matter what opponent he is, he should have the confidence to move forward, so that his sword will become sharper as he practices.
Once the sword is drawn, it will be invincible!
But now Xin Peng's confidence was shaken, and his sword began to become hesitant and weak.
"Swish, swish, swish!"
After the three sword shadows were stabbed out, Zhang Ling didn't even use his sword, nor did he move his feet. He only dodged back and forth with his upper body, and used extremely clever movements to avoid the three swords thrust out by Xin Peng at the same time, leaving only one
The Tao was so fast that he could not see the afterimage of his true body.
"Three swords have passed, die!"
When Zhang Ling regained his balance, he only said one sentence, and then the sword in his hand was unsheathed.
"whisper!"
A sword that was too fast to be seen struck directly at Xin Peng's heart. This sword was actually intended to kill someone.
When Xin Peng failed to thrust the third sword, he was a little dazed. When he came to his senses, he hurriedly returned the sword to block it, but there was no time.
"laugh!"
A ray of sword light pierced Luo Kun's heart, and the crowd all let out a cry.
"you……!"
Xin Peng's face turned pale after being pierced by a sword, and his eyes were filled with despair. After this sword strike, he was about to die.
The other party seems to have indeed said that when he takes action, he will definitely take his own life.
Now that he had done what he said, Zhang Ling drew out his sword with an expressionless face. No matter how unwilling Ren Xinpeng was, his body still fell softly to the ground, gradually becoming cold. The thirteenth genius on the Northern Wilderness Genius List, a fresh person
The young life was lost like this.
His relatives in the audience all wailed. No one expected that the first competition would end in such a tragic ending.
"Go away, you are just killing people on purpose!"
When people came to their senses, whether they recognized them or not, they all became extremely angry.
Everyone can see that Zhang Ling's strength is far superior to Xin Peng, but this is just a martial arts competition. Is it necessary to kill someone with one sword?
It is said that swords have no eyes, but from this morning to now, many people have been injured in the competition, but most of the contestants know how to restrain themselves and no lives have been lost.
Now Zhang Ling ended the life of a young genius with just one strike of his sword.
Who is not born by his parents and raised by his parents? Not to mention that Xin Peng’s family members are still in the audience watching the death of their proud relatives.
Faced with the surging public anger, Zhang Ling stood unmoved on the stage. He held his sword behind him and said coldly: "In a martial arts competition, swords have no eyes. I signed a life-and-death declaration before I went on stage. I can only die."
Who is dissatisfied with complaining that his skills are inferior to others? Even though
Come up, I still say what I said, I can give you three moves, but as long as I take action, you will be killed. What I said is very clear. Or if you come together, I want to see who here has the courage to challenge.
The rules set by the Central Empire!”
The crowd gradually became quiet. They all knew that no matter how angry or loud they shouted, no one would really dare to stand up and challenge the majesty of the empire.
"What? Don't you dare?!"
Zhang Ling was still standing on the stage, looking around with a sarcastic expression: "I heard the man who died just now say that there are many warriors in the wilderness of the Northern Territory who are not afraid of death, but I didn't see any warriors, only warriors.
You are a bunch of useless and cowardly pariahs. Since you don’t dare, you’d better remember that you are just a bunch of useless and cowardly people. If you are a coward, you should remember your identity and kneel down obediently, otherwise this will be his fate!”
Zhang Ling pointed at Xin Peng's body that was still lying on the battlefield, and what he said was even more explicit. There were tens of thousands of people in the northern wilderness here, and every word he said hit them in the face.
Some people clenched their fists, and some chose to remain silent. It was more of a kind of sadness with a face ashen as death.
"This man is really too much!"
Luo Yi murmured softly, and she found that her little master also had a livid face, and his immature eyes looked at the figure who was still arrogant and domineering in front of millions of people.
At this time, Su Junbao saw in the grocery store and more deeply understood the sacrifice Wan Chengzhong made and what kind of courage he had.
What people fear most is not that they don’t have the strength to resist, but that they don’t even have the courage to resist!
Fei Xuezhi and others on the stage were watching coldly. They were very satisfied with this result and were just waiting for the devil's rebels to appear and everything would end perfectly.
Feixuezhi didn't know that such methods were bloody and cruel, but if the empire wanted to rule this large territory, how could it do without some bloody methods?
There has to be someone in the world who is the executioner!