But it was Jiang Wang's merciless kick that hit his heart. With the body of Tianfu and five rounds of magical light, he crushed the light of his magical power to pieces, causing his magical power to be temporarily suppressed.

Failed to break out!

"Death!" Sikong Jingxiao's eyes were in a trance, and the light of his magical power had dissipated. The severe pain made him unable to grasp his original intention, but he still forced himself to point forward!

The terrifying light from the Wuxin Heavenly Sword Technique suddenly fell from the sky!

This is such a fierce and powerful sword style.

It was him, Sikong Jingxiao, who exerted all his strength and made a terrifying struggle.

But in the sight of so many people at the scene, Jiang Wang just strolled forward calmly.

That day, the sword's light completely lost its accuracy. It fell from Jiang Wang's side and penetrated into the ground of the mountain platform.

, leaving a bottomless hole as thick as a little finger.

Not even a hair was damaged.

Jiang Wang strode forward, appearing confident, powerful, and fearless, but his movements were cautious. With a push from a distance, while Sikong Jingxiao's spiritual consciousness was scattered and his body was unstable, he also added the five sense hell to seal off his five senses.

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Sikong Jingxiao had already entered a state of despair and ignorance.

He couldn't grasp the trajectory of Tianchuang's sword light, couldn't hear any sound, and couldn't catch Jiang Wang's figure...but he felt that Chawang was approaching him.

He tenaciously captures the possibility of fighting and continues to condense the light of supernatural power.

Bang!

Continue to be crushed by that boot that condenses the light of heaven.

"Die! Die!

He gave up all protection for himself and used his remaining strength to once again trigger the foreshadowing he had buried in the sky since the beginning of the war——

He was supposed to be strolling leisurely, calmly admiring his opponent's embarrassment in the Wuxin Heavenly Sword Duel.

But now there is only the horror of Tianguang losing his accuracy again and again.

The light of magical power is constantly being shattered, and the sword light is constantly missed.

He retreated all the way, staggered all the way, and refused to fall all the way.

He is not willing to give in!

He didn't even have time to display his sword skills, the true power of the Wuxin Heavenly Sword Art was not fully revealed, and his magical powers were not revealed.

But once the spirit level was defeated, the whole battle turned out to be like a landslide!

He knew clearly that he could no longer hold on, but he still refused to give up.

Some Jiange disciples couldn't help crying when they saw this scene.

Maybe it was the inspiration in the dark, or maybe God couldn't bear Sikong Jingxiao's efforts, so he gave him a chance.

Finally, a ray of light from the Heavenly Sword fell in the right direction, piercing straight towards Jiang Wang!

A horizontal line opens between heaven and earth. A horizontal line that divides life and death, and resolves grudges.

It’s Jiang Wang’s line of sight!

The sword light of this heavenly sword was blocked by Sauvignon Blanc. This was a human sword style. After evolving again and again, it had a sharp edge that could cut off cause and effect. It was easy to cut through a mere sword light.

Too many times.

Sikong Jingxiao was struck by the light of the Heavenly Sword too many times.

With Jiang Wang's ability to capture knowledge, there is no longer any suspense in judging its landing point at this time.

This is a casual sword

, what was crushed was Sikong Jingxiao’s remaining hope.

Many Jiange disciples could no longer bear to watch. Jiang Wang, however, strode forward:

"Kneel down!"

He raised his foot and swept it directly towards Sikong Jingxiao's leg!

Whether it is a senior brother of Jiange or a long-time Shenlin monk, if I say I want to beat you until you kneel, I will beat you until you kneel!

At this moment, a terrifying pressure suddenly came.

Sikong Jingxiao moved more than ten feet out of thin air and distanced himself from Jiang Wang in an instant.

"Junior, don't go too far!

With this sound falling on Shantai Square

, is a man carrying a square bamboo hat on his back, wearing a black silkworm coat, and the cuffs of his left arm are empty.

"I've met the sword master!"

The Jiange disciples in Shantai Square prostrated themselves one after another.

The person who will appear here at this time to save Sikong Jingxiao is of course Wuxin Sword Master Tu Anli, one of the five sword masters of the Jiangge.

The most eye-catching thing is his brow bone.

Like two dangerous peaks protruding, there is a sharp feeling that they are about to break out at any time.

This makes his eyes extremely oppressive.

At this moment, he was standing in front of Sikong Jingxiao, his eyes as cold as murder.

This person is a real person in this world, and a very powerful real person in this world. It won’t take too much effort to kill the good hopes he has now.

But Jiang Wang looked at this person sideways and just smiled:

"It is the tradition of the Sword Pavilion to defeat the young and bring up the old! I would like to ask this sword master, if you were also defeated, wouldn't it be the pavilion master's turn to step in?

"Wonderful!" Qianqian, who was lying on the back of the white bull, although he was still a little weak, clapped his hands and praised:

"What a sword pavilion, one can be connected to the other, it's really infinite! The inner palace comes here and the god of war comes, and the god comes here to fight the cave. Wangji Tianmen, so that's what it means!"

Anli's brows sank, and his murderous intent suddenly aroused, so much so that the white bull fell to his knees: "How wanton!"

"You are so presumptuous! Jiang Wang poked Anli in the face with his finger and said unceremoniously: "A mere old sect, sitting trapped in a dry mountain, will abandon the world! Dare you bear the beard of a hegemon?!"

"If I give you dignity, I will come to ask for swordsmanship. If I don't give you dignity, my army will collapse!"

At this time, Bai Niu was kneeling on the ground, his eyes full of fear, and he was already rolling down in embarrassment. Bai Yuxia's face was miserable, and Chu Mo's eyes were confused. Only Jiang Wang.

Not only did he not retreat, but he strode forward, as if he was holding his sword and stabbing his opponent in the heart.

Face to face with Anli, the unintentional creator:

"I am the Marquis Wu'an of the Third Ganhu of the Daqi Empire. I have been ordered by Zheng Ruanxuan, the Supervisor of Drinking Heaven, to come here to worship the mountain and learn swordsmanship! Give me your courage! Can you try to touch me today?!"

At this time, the entire Shantai Square was speechless for a moment.

Bai Yuxia, a descendant of the famous Bai family in the Yue Kingdom, is considered to have a very high vision and a lot of knowledge. At this moment, he was staring blankly at the scene in front of him.

Jiang Qingyang, who used to be the best in the world on the river viewing platform, today points his halberd at a real person in this world and yells about what he means by being a tyrant.
Chapter completed!