As soon as the Cangtian sword seal came out, there was silence inside and outside the arena.

In the field, the spiritual wind of heaven and earth was completely stagnant, and there was no more fluidity. For the monks, this kind of environment of completely stagnant spiritual wind was like a vacuum, suffocating. Under the suppression of the sword seal, the middle-aged sword cultivator could no longer activate his true energy no matter how many magic changes he tried, and his soul gradually freezes... Just one sword seal made a great sword cultivator who was not inferior to the true energy realm into a state of chronic death.

Outside the field, after seeing the magnificent sword seal that bloomed in that moment, all the monks held their breath and tried their best to remember the mysterious texture on the sword seal.

Even though they naturally had prejudice against swordsmanship, seeing this extraordinary sword seal structure with their own eyes instantly inspired their enthusiasm for cultivating immortals.

It should be said that it is an instinctive impulse that no qualified cultivator can resist, especially for the monks who are struggling at the forefront of the theory of immortality, this sword seal with millions of textures but no redundancy is an unforgettable miracle from heaven.

After the quiet inside and outside the field lasted for ten minutes, a muffled sound suddenly came from the field.

The middle-aged sword cultivator's head exploded like a watermelon hit by a wooden stick, red and white flowing all over the ground. When you look closely, you can see every broken piece with neat edges, as if it had been cut by a magic weapon. Some of the explosive brains immediately evaporated by high temperature, some frozen into ice, and some turned purple and black, making the changes even more different.

"This..." Some researchers opened their eyes wide and found it incredible.

Although the sword seal can tell at a glance that its power is infinite, it has not reached the stage of power explosion at all. Generally, such external sword seals must be constructed, displayed, reinforced, and descended, and the power will be completely spread out. The sword seals in the field have just reached the stage of display, and the opponent can't bear the pressure and die!

This situation is like witnessing too strong light causing blindness. When you see too mysterious and magic passing through amazing magic, the cultivator's body, true energy, and soul will be subjected to strong shocks. Once you can't bear it, it will be a result of fragmentation.

However, this gap usually only occurs when the realms of both sides are very different. For example, if the leader of the Holy Sect performs his unobstructed skills, then Shen Qingming will most likely collapse. The two sides in the arena just now clearly have the same realm of true energy, and the other party is the sword cultivator who has been immersed in the sword path for a long time!

The sword seals that the researchers saw outside the field were filtered by the site and were not lethal. So how many magical powers are contained in the Cangtian sword seal displayed on the field is really unimaginable.

At the same time, Zhu He looked incredibly at the big enemy who exploded and died in front of him.

The Cangtian Sword Seal was quickly designed and constructed after Bai Jian extracted the true energy in his body, so he witnessed the entire process of the formation of this supreme sword seal with his own eyes... I just felt that every step was incredible and completely broke the common sense.

He has worked part-time in the sword group for decades. Although he almost never uses swords and his talent for swordsmanship is mediocre, his theoretical attainments are still very strong. It is not an exaggeration to say that he is at the forefront of Xiangzhou Jiandao. However, he almost couldn't understand the process of Bai Jian using his limited true essence to build the Cangtian Sword Seal from beginning to end!

But the result was obvious at a glance. The powerful enemy he regarded as invincible, just stared straight at the sword seal and was blown away on the spot. The childhood sweetheart was even more unbearable and fainted on the ground without even the qualification to shoot the head.

The next moment, time flies back, and the red and white on the ground returns to a complete head. The sword seals in the sky also disappear, and everything is reset before the battle begins.

This time, Bai Jian still led him to take the lead in taking action.

Instead of calling a slightest true energy, he used his poor physical strength to attack his opponent.

The speed was not fast and the casting was not fierce. Zhu He was even more panicked during the charge, but the moment when the white sword attacked, the exquisite timing choice and mysterious sword path outline made the opponent's confident defense a joke.

Wherever the white sword passes, all the magical methods disintegrate, and it has nothing to do with the material of the magical sword itself. Just evaluating the sword technique itself directly shakes the spell constructed by the true essence.

The layers of defense carefully constructed by the opponent were driven straight into it. In just a blink of an eye, Zhu He held a white sword and stabbed his enemy to the heart.

Then, a stream of passionate blood gushed out from the opponent's chest, making his head and face full of energy. The oncoming hot touch made his throat roll continuously.

Then, before he could carefully recall the feeling of the straight sword, the field was reset again.

Bai Jian took him to attack again, and the true energy and muscles in his body fused, causing his arms to expand in an instant. Then the long sword flew out with the instant burst of compound force and shot out the opponent's head directly...

In the arena, the unilateral torture lasted for a full half hour.

Wang Jiu took Zhu He and used more than a hundred methods to kill his old rival, the Cangtian Sword Seal, the Straight Sword Shock, the Meteor Sword, the Five Elements Sword... The variety of patterns made the researchers who were good at sword art dazzled and dazzled.

Although his opponent's hard power is better, Zhu He has an overwhelming advantage just because of the participation of the God of Heaven Sword, as if he was joking and joking torture the opponent.

In this process, Zhu He gradually mastered the essence of using a sword.

At the beginning, all kinds of sword magic powers were absolutely dominated by Wang Jiu, and he could only complete the power in his body by manipulating puppets. But later, Zhu He felt that he could vaguely follow the opponent's pace. He could already contribute a meager power to the use of some sword techniques.

This feeling of being able to participate in it personally further amplifies the pleasure of winning the battle.

Looking at the opponent who had been like nightmare for many years, without any resistance under his command, Zhu He did not become a human being, and was tortured to the point of being abused, and Zhu He did feel an unprecedented comfort.

It seemed as if decades of trauma healed overnight. When Zhu He danced his sword, he felt the freedom as vast as the sky.

He only hopes that this process will last forever.

In the Unreal Arena, the 140th battle began.

With a jasper-colored light flashing, Zhu He, with the assistance of Wang Jiu, successfully used the sword-grabbing technique and used the sword in his hand to seize control of the sword in his hand, allowing the long jade sword to cut off the limbs of the sword owner, and then penetrated his heart and nailed him to the ground.

The sword master vomited blood and collapsed on the spot, and then struggled and said, "Go away, spare my life, I dare not..."

Zhu He was stunned for a moment and realized that his opponent did not kill him with one blow like before 139 times... As expected, the sword technique dominated by himself was far inferior to the White Sword, and his lethality was much worse. However, it was already like a dream to have the current result.

Seventy percent of the sword-taking skills just now came from himself, and only 30 percent came from Bai Jian. Considering that his opponent was full of magical clothes, he could basically say that he defeated a powerful opponent with his own strength and overthrew the nightmare that had been decades.

At this time, Zhu He did not rush to kill people, but stepped on the head of his rival, sneered: "Take your life? Why do I want to spare your life? You snatched my lover, chopped my arm, and forced me to leave my hometown. I didn't dare to go home for decades. When I entered Qinglian Academy, you brag about snatching the lover of the monks of Qinglian Academy when you saw people. Why should I spare you for the past decades of humiliation??"

"I know I'm wrong, I'll divorce my wife now..."

Zhu He was furious and pointed out a sword energy, cutting off the other party's ears.

"That's how you beg for mercy? You want to save your life by throwing a broken shoe at me!?"

"I dare not, she, she has been developed by me for many years and is very skilled in all aspects. She is definitely a rare beauty..."

Zhu He was so angry that he was dizzy, as if he had been hit by a very powerful soul: "You, you still have the face to say it!? I have been childhood sweethearts with her for so many years, and I haven't kissed her. You only have one day..."

"Wait, although she has been used by me a lot, we still have a young daughter. She is just 16 years old this year, and she is like a fake girl who has changed her clothes..."

"It's fine if you throw my torn shoes, but you still want to be my dad now!"

"No, no, yes, or so, if you like this, I will find a way to marry her first, and then you snatch it away, which is avenge for a single arrow?"

"Don't die! You don't forget to take advantage of me until death!"

Zhu He roared and took action to break the love rival on the ground.

Then, looking at the corpses and blood on the ground, Zhu He only felt the anger in his body quickly transformed into a refreshing and refreshing feeling, wandering around him, making him feel comfortable everywhere.

As the dean said, human nature does contain the desire to destroy, and it has nothing to do with acquired education. Zhu He has been honest for 80 years and cultivates his character at Qinglian Academy. However, the comfort of killing the enemy with his own hands is much stronger than reading any book!

"So, this is... the beauty of swordsmanship." Zhu He let go of the white sword in his hand, turned seriously and bowed to Wang Jiu behind him, "Sir, I understand the fun of swordsmanship you are talking about. In the past eighty years, I have really lived in vain."

This sentence suddenly caused an uproar among the researchers in the Jian Group on the spot.

Zhu He's old virgin has been the anti-war banner of the sword group for the past few decades. He hates fighting and killing the most in his life. Unexpectedly, he was trained by the new dean and immediately betrayed his beliefs!

Seeing this, these high IQ and high-quality researchers immediately became in a hurry.

"Dean, let me try it too!"
Chapter completed!