Everyone around the arena looked at Jian Wushuang with pity.
In their opinion, if Jian Wushuang went up now, he would just die.
"Take action, use all your strength, otherwise, you will have no chance." Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang indifferently, as if he was looking at an ant.
"As you wish."
Jian Wushuang responded casually, the Young Emperor Sword appeared in his hand, and then he swung the sword directly towards Xia Yan from a long distance away.
As soon as the sword was swung out, a huge sword shadow immediately attacked Xia Yan.
However, with such a long distance and the speed of the sword, let alone Xia Yan, any of the strongest gods could easily avoid it.
"What is this kid doing?"
"Have you given up because you knew you were going to die? You just want to show off?"
"It's not just for show. I can dodge even such a sword."
Many warriors in the audience were discussing.
And just as they expected, when such an "upright" sword shadow slashed towards him, Xia Yan's figure was only slightly distorted, and he easily avoided it.
"It's indeed an ant."
Xia Yan smiled disdainfully, and with a movement of his body, he appeared in front of Jian Wushuang, and then a sword light as black as ink swept out.
This sword light was incredibly fast.
The previous mandarins and demon spirits died under the light of this sword.
Seeing this scene, many people in the audience sighed secretly.
But just when the sword light was about to touch Jian Wushuang's body...
clang!
The sound of metal colliding was heard, and a strange sword shadow appeared silently, successfully blocking the sword.
"Huh?" Xia Yan looked up in surprise.
"What?"
"It actually blocked it?"
The area around the arena was filled with astonishment.
They saw that it was Jian Wushuang who swung his sword and blocked Xia Yan's sword.
"It's interesting."
The corners of Xia Yan's mouth were slightly raised, but his eyes were extremely cold. With a move of his wrist, the dark and cold sword in his hand flew out one after another.
Three cold blade shadows emitting cold light flew directly towards Jian Wushuang's throat, heart, and eyebrows.
The power of these three sword shadows is not very strong, but their speed is extremely terrifying.
Dang! Dang! Dang!
Three consecutive clashes echoed throughout the arena, and these three sword shadows were also blocked by Jian Wushuang.
"You can actually keep up with the speed of my sword?"
Xia Yan was a little surprised in his heart, but then he snorted coldly, and suddenly raised the dark cold sword in his hand, and a majestic power instantly condensed.
Wow!
The sword cut down instantly.
When Xia Yan took action before, the sword was only fast, but its power was average, but now this sword showed vast power.
Jian Wushuang also immediately raised his sword to resist.
Bang!
There was a loud noise, and this sword was blocked by Wushuang.
However, the terrifying power contained in this sword was like a huge mountain crushing down. Jian Wushuang was immediately shocked and violently pushed back, and finally hit the edge of the ring.
A huge pit appeared on the floor of the arena, with dust and smoke billowing.
"This god's strength is still moderate, but unfortunately, he is still a waste." Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang who was trapped in the huge pit, sneered, and then turned around to leave.
In the audience, countless people watching the battle looked at Xia Yan in awe.
"This Xia Yan is really too strong."
"In the three battles, he faced three very tyrannical and powerful gods, but in the end he won easily."
"No wonder he dared to say that he would fight one against three. Indeed, even if these three gods join forces, it is estimated that in his hands, they will not be able to sustain half a stick of incense."
Voices of exclamation came from all directions.
These sounds fell into Xia Yan's ears. Xia Yan was still calm and elegant. On the surface, he didn't care at all about these exclamation sounds, but deep down, he felt extremely comfortable.
He enjoys the feeling of being admired by thousands of people.
This feeling made him very happy and comfortable.
With a hint of joy, Xia Yan walked to the edge of the ring and looked at Lin Wan, "Miss Wan'er..."
Xia Yan was about to say something, but suddenly, bang! The sound of the ground breaking suddenly sounded, and a stone turned into a stream of light and shot directly towards Xia Yan's head.
Xia Yan's face darkened, and his aura surged, shaking the stone into powder, and turned around to look after him.
Jian Wushuang's figure was seen standing up again from the huge pit. He stood there coldly, waving his hand and patting the dust on his clothes.
Looking at Jian Wushuang at this moment, Xia Yan's expression couldn't help but change.
"Not dead?"
"Not only are you not dead, you are not even seriously injured?"
A trace of surprise arose in Xia Yan's heart.
The sword he just struck was so powerful that even if a fourth-step eternal realm collided head-on, it would be impossible for him to remain unscathed, right?
"He was not injured?"
"You are not injured, and your breath is not weakened at all?"
"this……"
Around the arena, a large number of warriors also looked towards Jian Wushuang again.
These warriors were also shocked.
The only ones who were not surprised were probably the Master of Bauhinia Island, the Master of Tianyun Pavilion, and Yang Zaixuan.
On the ring, Jian Wushuang's face was cold and emotionless, staring at Xia Yan in front of him, "Xia Yan, I heard that you are called the number one god in the eternal world?"
"Is this happening? What's wrong?" Xia Yan looked at Jian Wushuang coldly, but there was still a trace of disdain in his eyebrows.
The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth curled up, and cold words slowly came out of his mouth, "It's nothing, I just want to tell you that if your strength is only this level, then from today on, you will be entitled to the title of the first god of heaven.
, and it belongs to me.”
Jian Wushuang said it very casually and plainly, but when many warriors in the bloody battle arena heard it, they all couldn't help but widen their eyes.
Does the title of the first god belong to him?
What is this?
"Haha, very good, then I would like to see how you are going to take it away from me." Xia Yan's face became cold, and it was obvious that Jian Wushuang's words had completely angered him.
"I'll let you know."
Jian Wushuang didn't have any more unnecessary nonsense. He tightened the Young Emperor Sword in his hand, and the next moment he directly activated the power of his bloodline.
In an instant, his body began to grow at an alarming speed.
Not only did his figure begin to skyrocket, but his aura also grew rapidly.
With countless warriors around him dumbfounded, in just a moment, Jian Wushuang transformed into an ancient god in golden armor that was fifteen meters tall.
The Young Emperor's Sword in his hand also grew rapidly along with his body, reaching ten meters in length.