"How is that possible!"

Looking at the blue-black ancient sword falling to the ground, Jiawen was stunned. His eyes were full of incredible expressions. The Qingfeng Sword that he cut out with all his strength was defeated like this?

Under the Bluestone Battle Stage, thousands of people took a breath at the same time! They stared at the blue-black ancient sword on the Bluestone Battle Stage that was shot down by Ke Bei with one finger.

Silent! Silent!

Those Luo Ling's admirers were still laughing in their hearts when they saw Ke Bei climbing the Bluestone Battle Platform, and widened their eyes, preparing to watch Ke Bei make a fool of themselves. After all, Jiawen is the fourth in the Qinglong list! Not to mention that Ke Bei is just a newcomer, there are only two or three people who can be sure to defeat Jiawen in the entire genius training camp.

Originally, those admirers of Luo Ling were still secretly happy, but when Ke Bei pointed Jia Wen's ancient sword with one finger, the secret joy in his heart suddenly solidified, and then the solidified secret joy was replaced by an indescribable shock!

"Damn it! I'm not mistaken, is that Jiawen's sword?"

"Jia Wen, who is fourth in the Qinglong List, was defeated by a single point of view? Fuck you, you fuck me!"

"This guy has been pretending to be a pig and eating old man! Damn, a sinister villain, but his strength is so strong that he is too strong!"

"Apart from Li Qingfeng, Tomb Broken Soul, and under the realm of the God of War, I'm afraid no one is the opponent of that kid!"

"No, there is also the dark horse Wang Yuan who just came out recently. Wang Yuan has fought 80 times so far, all of which defeated his opponents in one move. I wonder who can be stronger?"

These geniuses from Jiujiang Genius Training Camp subconsciously put Ke Bei and the dark horse Wang Yuan who had just emerged recently. They secretly compared who was stronger in their hearts. However, no matter how amazing the strength Ke Bei and Wang Yuan showed, no one in the thousands of people present thought that they could be compared with Li Qingfeng and Tomb Broken Soul. Perhaps it was because of preconceived thoughts that misleading them. Perhaps it was Li Qingfeng and Tomb Broken Soul's strength.

On the top of Wujin Mountain, the Blood Wind War God sitting cross-legged on the bluestone slab suddenly shot out two rays of light in his eyes.

"Hahaha... OK! Where did the old palace master dig out this young man?"

The Blood Wind War God laughed, looked at the thin old man standing hanging beside him, and asked slowly.

"It was not dug out by the Palace Master, but by the Palace Master's treasured disciple Han Lingyue." The thin old man stared at the bluestone battle platform and said in a deep voice.

"My disciple hasn't tried his best yet. Keep watching. Although it's unlikely to win, it won't be too ugly to lose."

"Hahaha, Old Man Qing, don't deceive yourself. Your disciple didn't do his best, and the baby named Ke Bei probably didn't even take out tenths of strength. Can't you tell me?"

Hearing the thin old man's words, the Blood Wind War God laughed.

"If your disciple is tactful, he should admit defeat directly. It doesn't make any sense to persevere. The sword intent that Ke Bei shot at the fingertips of that little guy, even if Li Qingfeng met the doll, he would probably have a headache."

"Hmph. How could Qingjue's disciple surrender without fighting?"

The thin old man frowned slightly and stopped speaking. His eyes passed through the hazy white mist and looked at the bluestone battle platform.

On the bluestone battle platform, Jiawen was stunned for a moment, stared at the blue-black ancient sword that was shot down by Ke Bei with one finger, and took a deep breath.

"return!"

Jia Wen slowly stretched out his palm, and a blue wind shot out from his palm. The blue energy wrapped around the black and blue ancient sword. With Jia Wen's low and cold shout, the blue ancient sword that fell on the bluestone battle platform suddenly shook a few times, and then flew into Jia Wen's palm like lightning.

"I misunderstood today. Haha, I didn't expect that my brother's strength was so strong, but..."

Jiawen slowly raised his head, and his messy hair covered half of his slightly tender cheeks. His two dark eyes had completely turned into a faint blue color at this moment.

"But it's not my personality to surrender without fighting. I just hope to see your true strength!"

Jiawen looked straight at Ke Bei with her faint green eyes, her tone as solemn as ever!

"Real strength?"

Ke Bei frowned slowly, thought for a while, and nodded to Jiawen.

What a real warrior is not afraid of failure, but humiliation!

Jiawen is a soldier. If Ke Bei doesn’t show his strength, he will think Ke Bei is really humiliating him!

Boom boom boom boom!

Seeing Ke Bei nodding, Jiawen smiled slightly, and terrifying dark blue energy surged out of his body, and his long flowing black hair stood upside down!

"Please take my last sword!"

Jia Wen's beautiful cheeks were filled with a mad look, and he slowly let go of the blue-black ancient sword in his palm. The moment the ancient sword was released by him, it slowly floated above his head, and then the dark blue energy rushed into the blue-black ancient sword.

Buzz

As dark blue energy containing huge power surged into the blue-black ancient sword, the color of the ancient sword became darker and darker. After a moment, the ancient sword that was originally glowing with a faint green light had completely turned black!

"The third style of the 'Qingfeng Sword', the Wind-Devouring Sword!"

Jia Wen roared lowly, and the black ancient sword floating above his head trembled slightly. As the last word of sword was heard, the black ancient sword instantly slashed in front of Ke Bei like a black lightning!

There was no trace of energy overflowing from the black ancient sword, it was so pure that it was so fast that it was almost as fast as it was!

"What a domineering sword!"

Feeling the huge power contained in the black ancient sword, Ke Bei sighed in his heart. He didn't expect that just the guy ranked fourth on the Qinglong List was so strong!

"elder brother"

Luo Ling held his hands tightly, staring at the black lightning with his eyes tightly. He felt the huge power contained in the ancient black sword. Luo Ling was a little deserted. Can Ke Bei block such a terrifying sword?

"rest assured!"

Luo Han locked his brows and stared at the black ancient sword. Although he comforted his sister, he actually didn't have any confidence in his heart. He would never be able to block such a terrifying sword!

"Ke Bei, you must block it! My sister has shed too many tears for you. If you dare to let her cry for you again, I will definitely not let you go! Sure!"

Luo Han also clenched his fists tightly and stared at Ke Bei tightly. He didn't look at the black lightning. He wanted to see how Ke Bei should take the sword!

"Oh, forget it, let's show something a little bit, otherwise this kid Jiawen would probably be depressed. It's no matter how you say it is the hope of the future of mankind. You can't let him suffer too much."

Jiawen's sword is very terrifying for ordinary mortal realms, but Ke Bei can defeat it with just one punch! Even Ke Bei stood still and let the black sword slash on him, there would be no problem.

But if Ke Bei blocked this sword in this way, Jia Wen would probably be hit hard. After thinking for a moment, Ke Bei gave up on this way.

He took a slight breath and slowly stretched out his little finger with his left hand. The internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Technique slowly gushed out.

"Shaoze Sword!"

With a low shout, an invisible sword energy suddenly shot out from Ke Bei's little finger in his left hand!

call out!

The sword energy broke through the air and directly met the black ancient sword that shot like a black lightning!

boom!

Just as Ke Bei's invisible sword energy hit the black ancient sword, a thunderous sound suddenly sounded, and the huge energy contained in the black ancient sword surged out in an instant!

Boom boom boom boom!

The "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" activated by Ke Bei's internal power of the Nine Yang Divine Power, Shaoze Sword, instantly penetrated the dark blue energy that burst out on the black ancient sword. With a roar, this extremely sharp invisible sword energy shot to Jia Wen's body. In an instant, the invisible sword energy shot through Jia Wen's silver uniform and shot through his body!

"What kind of sword is this?"

Jiawen looked at Ke Bei with a calm expression. A wisp of blood slowly flowed down the corner of his mouth. The moment the Shaoze Sword penetrated his body, Jiawen felt an indescribable sword energy pouring into his body madly. In an instant, his internal organs were shattered by the Shaoze Sword's sword energy!

"'Six-Meridian Divine Sword'-Shaoze Sword!"

Ke Bei looked at Jiawen with blood spilled out of the corner of his mouth and said very seriously word by word.

"Thanks!"

Jiawen looked at Ke Bei, smiled, and said solemnly, and then his body fell on the bluestone battle platform. His body had been destroyed by the sword energy of Shaoze Sword. He could persist until now with a perseverance!

"You're welcome!"

Ke Bei frowned and said in a heavy tone. He understood why Jiawen said thank you, but he felt guilty about these two words. He promised Jiawen to use all his strength, but how dare Ke Bei really use all his strength? With Jiawen's strength, even if Ke Bei only exerted one-third of the power of the Six-Meridian Divine Sword, he could not resist it. If he really used all his strength, Jiawen would probably be killed by the extremely sharp sword energy in an instant.

"Ke Bei wins!"

The face of the powerful war god realm who had been floating above the bluestone battle platform changed slightly. He glanced at Ke Bei in surprise, then his body shook slightly, and instantly appeared in front of Jia Wen, directly stuffing a pill with a faint green light into Jia Wen's mouth.

After standing quietly for a moment, Ke Bei glanced at Jiawen deeply, and slowly turned around and walked down the Bluestone Battle Stage.

"etc!"

Just as Ke Bei was about to walk off the Bluestone Battle Platform, the powerful war god realm who served as the referee suddenly spoke.

Just as this powerful war god realm was feeding Jiawen the pills, the voice of the Blood Wind War God suddenly reached his ears. The Blood Wind War God asked him to adjust all Ke Bei's games to today!

In other words, Ke Bei will fight ninety-nine consecutive games next!

"kindness?"

Hearing the powerful war god speak, Ke Bei stopped, slowly turned around, and looked at the powerful war god general in confusion.

"Haha, you don't have to go on, your game will be your next one!" (To be continued...)

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