Everyone was shocked, and Xie Ying looked at Sima Quan in Taichung in confusion, but unfortunately he couldn't see how strong he was.

"The Thunder Swordsman Zuo Shang, a true disciple of the Confucian Sect, and the chief swordsman under the throne of the Prince of Xian. He is invincible with the Thunder Swordsman. He has been famous for many years and has no one to stop him. Even the pride of Yingtian Academy dare not easily twist his edge; the Swordsman Sima Quan, a newly rising genius swordsman, even the monk of the Heng family, is now under the throne of Wu Wenhou of Wei. He has selected dozens of famous swordsmen in Wei State, without any defeat. He is really unpredictable when he comes on the stage!" As if he saw Xie Ying's doubts, the enthusiastic Xiao Yin said excitedly.

"Confucian swordsman and swordsman?" Xie Ying's eyelids twitched, and she suddenly became interested. She has been famous for a long time, but she has never seen it with her own eyes.

"Zuo Shang has the middle-class book "The Legend of the Confucian Sword", and the magical and powerful Confucian treasure book is not something that can be seen by these minor schools. Sima will definitely be defeated!" Li Bai, the generous and generous, said confidently.

Xie Ying's eyelids twitched. Her "Qinglian Jing" is a medium-grade book, which is one level higher and several levels higher. But except for the space of self-evolution, storage and easy cultivation, Xie Ying really can't see how magical and powerful it is?

Of course, does Qinglian Bihu count? However, Xie Ying always feels that Qinglian Bihu is not a thing in Qinglian space, because Bihu and Qinglian space are obviously out of place. Moreover, if there were Bihu, the Qinglian sage would not be so poor.

"Aren't you just a clown jumping? The light of Milita dares to compete with Mingyue for the bright light!"

A soft and calm voice came out, and then a gentle and elegant young man appeared on the stage, standing everywhere, like a vast ocean, blending with the heaven and earth.

Everyone was staring at the platform with all their concentration, but they only felt a flash of white light, wondering how this person came on stage.

"Stop talking nonsense, just see the real sign in your hand!" Sima Quan took a right hand, and started with a dark spiritual sword, pointing at Zuo Shang from a distance. In an instant, the momentum changed drastically. The person was standing there, but he looked like an illusory and unreality.

Zuo Shang smiled slightly, but looked at a corner and shouted: "Shopkeeper, if you don't open the formation? If you break something, you can't afford to compensate me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a transparent light suddenly emerged around the platform of about 200 square meters, covering the entire platform, making two of them look several times smaller, but it is the mystery of the formation. This is the "Sumeri Forward and Reverse Formation", which has mustard seed space and amazing defense. It is a powerful formation for some top forces to protect and fight places.

"Get out the sword!" Sima Quan did not take the opportunity to attack, but said solemnly.

Zuo Shang stopped talking nonsense, and turned his hand and appeared with a purple spiritual sword, bowing and bowing, with a solemn expression. Although it was thunderous, his temperament was gentle and elegant.

The purple sword is seven feet and six inches long, with thunder patterns on it, and the lightning light appears, just like a divine thunder erupting. If it cannot be seen, it will stop, and if it is out, it will be shocked.

The black sword is nearly nine feet tall, far more than an ordinary sword, but it is like a black hole, dark and creepy, but it seems to have a ray of light flowing.

The audience was silent, and they were nervous and looked at the confrontation between the two on the stage.

Sima Quan slowly raised the black sword in his hand, as if it was a sky, not a sword. The invisible momentum gradually condensed, so solemn that it was suffocating.

The sword moved, and the dark night was shocked. A white light flashed across the deep night sky and pointed directly at Zuo Shang.

"Listen to the wind and thunder in the nine provinces, and to the scenery everywhere!"

Zuo Shang was not afraid of danger, his body trembled slightly, as if he was unreal, as if he had escaped from a dangerous environment and was outside the matter. While reciting poems, he did not see how Sima Quan did. He just raised his purple sword and pointed directly into the sky...

break out!

A dazzling purple light ball exploded, and the purple sun could not be seen directly. The purple light bloomed, and the purple light that filled the world turned into a vast sword, devouring the white light, covering Sima Quan.

The black sword moves lightly, as if it is slow, but it is fast. A large purple-black net crisscrosses the world, rushing to counterattack.

The sword energy is erect and the sword is sharp.

The harsh and howling sound of breaking through the air lingers in the world, and those who hear it are frightened.

The purple sword turned into thunder, and in every move, the continuous lightning turned into thunderstorms, and there was no dead end under the thunder strike.

Thunder and lightning are everywhere, and the momentum is amazing.

The dazzling thunder and lightning spread across the sight, and those who see it are palpitations.

The thunder sword energy that permeates the heaven and earth is everywhere; the thunder sword technique that permeates the heaven and earth is everywhere.

Relatively speaking, Zuo Shang seemed to have really reached the state of "listening quietly to the wind and thunder in the nine provinces, and watching the scenery in all directions freely", as if he was just a bystander, his movements were light, and his magic was vast.

But Sima Quan was also relaxed and soothing, and when he took action, he could always suppress thunderstorms, and occasionally there was the Sword of the God of Shock that slashed Zuo Shang, which obviously had the upper hand.

But for some reason, Zuo Shang seemed to have been hit by a lot of sword energy, but it seemed that there was no loss. It seemed that Zuo Shang standing there was not a human, but...

thunder!

...

"Okay! Good swordsmanship!"

The loud cheers burst out, and the crowd was in full swing. Although not many people could see the true essence, just showing off their appearance was enough for everyone to be dazzled and dazzled, and they were led to the magical sword!

"This Jingshen Swordsman seems to be able to see through the opponent's sword skills, predict Zuo Shang's sword traces, and easily dodge. He also pulls and uses Zuo Shang's sword energy to counterattack Zuo Shang. Moreover, Jingshen Swordsman seems to have controlled the overall situation, and his sword is impermanent and unpredictable, and he is unpredictable!" Compared with the vast and direct battle between the Qinglian Sage and the elder of the Tianqi Sect, the fierce battle in front of him is even more dazzling, but Xie Ying, who has made great progress in strength, has seen a little.

"Brother Xie has good eyesight and tells the essence of the sword cultivation of the Zongheng family in one sentence. This shocked swordsman is well-known. He has already understood the sword intent and has also learned the laws of the Zongheng family, such as insight, foresight, impermanence, traction, and union. He is indeed a genius swordsman!" Li Bai looked at Xie Ying unexpectedly, raised his glass and sighed.

"Then do you decide that Zuo Shang will win? Now Zuo Shang is strong, but he is pulled by Sima Quan. He consumes a lot, as if he is strong and weak, but he is not as calm and steady as Sima Quan." Xie Ying raised his glass to drink with him, quite confused.

"You will know that Confucianism is vast and tolerant of the world! Don't forget, I am also a sword cultivator, and I am also a Confucian cultivator!" Li Bai said with a smile.

Xie Ying was speechless and looked into the field...

At this time, the battle has changed.

Zuo Shang waved his purple sword in his every move, and each sword turned into thousands of thunder and lightning, like a storm, covering the sky and the earth, invincible, and even faint sword energy turned into thunder, with the power of thunder and thunder;

However, Sima Quan turned into nothingness. With a wave of his hand, sword energy was crisscrossing and elusive, but there were traces to follow. However, a sword that could be followed easily can resolve the thunderstorm, which was quite unique.

Suddenly, Zuo Shang, who had been swaying in the thunderstorm, suddenly disappeared, but the lightning was still there.

"Strive in the garden, thunder moves, wind and waves make a quiet move!"

A slow and light voice arose, and everyone was puzzled, as if responding to the artistic conception of the poems recited by the swordsman Zuo Shang of the Thunder Swordsman. The battlefield was thunderstorm, but the outer edge was silent.

Above the thunderstorm, a purple sun slowly rose, becoming brighter and brighter, until it was dazzlingly blind!

break out!

The purple sun exploded, and countless purple lights turned into purple thunders all over the sky. Finally, the purple sun star core turned into a terrifying purple thunder, which fell immediately.

"Enjoy the world!"

Sima Quan was shocked, his free and easy expression disappeared, and he shouted loudly, his magic power burned, and the huge "X" word soared into the sky...

"Crack!" The thunder was trembling on the flat ground.

"Boom!" Lei Destroyed the Cangsheng.

Purple light, lightning; black light, sword energy, permeates sight, smoke and dust confuses eyes.

The light dissipates dust.

"ah!"

The audience exclaimed, some timid people closed their eyes and turned their heads, unable to bear to see them, and some even vomited heavily at the beginning.

At this time, the high platform was cracked and full of holes, including a huge pit several feet wide and several feet deep. One was split in half, blood stained the table, and the internal organs were exposed...

The gentle Zuo Shang stood on the high platform, pondering behind his hands, his clothes were free from wind, and there was a lot of noise in the world, the infinite emotion that the opponent could not find, and his pity for the genius swordsman...

The transparent light shield disappeared, the huge cracks, and the terrifying pit healed at a speed visible to the naked eye, and several people rushed to the platform quickly.

Zuo Shang's figure shook and disappeared in place. Everyone looked at Zuo Shang's original location, but there was a trace of misty...

"Brother Li is so beautiful and has a great qualification. He makes a decision with one word and admires you!"

After a moment, everyone reacted. Guo Ji was still scared and admired him and raised his glass to greet each other.

"It's just that I'm in the capital, I'm quite familiar with the Jinglei Swordsmen, and they are all sword cultivators among Confucianism. It's not worth mentioning, and I'm still far from it!" Li Bai replied with a humble gift, his tone was filled with infinite longing, respect, yearning, and a hint of regret, excitement, and pursuit.

As for Xie Ying, she still watched the attendants on the stage clean up and repair the table, and remained silent for a long time.

Seeing that the Swordsman Sima Quan had the upper hand, why did Zuo Shang kill his opponent in the blink of an eye and then split his body with a cruel sword?

There is also the disappearing figure, the look of horror, the vast thunder...

Xie Ying, I can’t understand!

Is this the horror of human books? What powerful abilities does the "Qinglian Jing" have?
Chapter completed!