Chapter 820

Around the challenge arena, everyone was full of pity and looked at the sword unparalleled.

In their view, the sword is unparalleled. Now it's just to die.

"Go ahead and show all your strength, otherwise you won't have a chance." Xia Yan looked at the sword indifferently, and his eyes seemed to be looking at an mole ant.

"As you wish."

The sword matchless answered casually. The Shaodi sword appeared in his hand. Then he waved a sword directly to Xia Yan across a long distance.

When a sword was wielded, a huge shadow of the sword immediately attacked and killed Xia Yan.

However, across such a long distance, and the speed of that sword is not fast, let alone Xia Yan, any of the strongest gods can easily avoid.

"What is this boy doing?"

"Do you know you're going to die, so you've given up and just want to pretend?"

"It's not like this. I can hide from such a sword."

Many fighters in the audience were talking.

And as they expected, such a "aboveboard" sword shadow cut over, Xia Yan's body shape was only a slight illusion, and he easily avoided it.

"Sure enough, it's a mole ant."

Xia Yan disdained to smile. His body shape had appeared in front of the sword without two sides, and then a dark knife light swept out.

The speed of this knife is amazing.

Before that, the Mandarin and the evil spirit died one after another under the light of this knife.

Seeing this scene, many people in the audience have secretly sighed.

But just when the sword light is about to touch the unparalleled body of the sword

Dang!

The sound of metal impact sounded, and a strange shadow of the sword appeared silently, which resisted the knife properly.

"Huh?" Xia Yan looked up in surprise.

"What?"

"Did you stop it?"

There was surprise around the challenge arena.

They saw that the sword was unparalleled. They waved their sword and blocked Xia Yan's knife.

"It's a little interesting."

The corner of Xia Yan's mouth tilted slightly, but his eyes were unusually cold. His wrist moved, and the painted Heisen cold war knife in his hand, Hua Hua Hua!!! One after another.

Sandaoshen Leng sent out a cold shadow of the knife and came directly at the three key points of the unparalleled sword: throat, heart and eyebrow.

These three Dao shadow powers are not very strong, but their speed is terrible.

Dang! Dang! Dang!

The sound of three consecutive blows resounded through the challenge arena. These three sword shadows were also blocked by the unparalleled sword.

"Can you keep up with the speed of my knife?"

Xia Yan was a little surprised at the bottom of his heart, but he followed with a cold hum. The lacquer Hessen cold war knife in his hand suddenly raised, and a magnificent power condensed in an instant.

WOW!

The knife light cut down in a flash.

Before Xia Yan shot, the sabre was only fast, but the power was very general, but now this Sabre shows a vast power.

The sword is matchless, and he immediately raises his sword to resist.

Boom!

There was a loud noise, which was blocked by the sword.

But the terror power contained in this Sabre was rolled like a huge mountain. At the first time, it blasted the sword back without double shock, and finally hit the edge of the challenge arena.

There was a huge pit on the ground of the challenge arena, and the dust and smoke rolled.

"The strength of this God is still reluctantly. Unfortunately, it is still a waste." Xia Yan looked at the unparalleled sword trapped in the huge pit, hissed, and then turned around to leave.

In the audience, countless spectators looked at Xia Yan in awe.

"Xia Yan is really strong."

"In the three matches, he was the three most powerful gods, but he won easily."

"No wonder he dared to say that he would defeat three with one. Indeed, even if the three gods joined hands, it is estimated that in his hands, they can't support half a column of incense."

Exclamations came from all directions.

These voices all fell into Xia Yan's ears. Xia Yan was still light hearted and elegant. He didn't care about these amazing voices on the surface, but at the bottom of his heart, he was extremely comfortable.

He enjoyed the feeling that many stars supported the moon and thousands of people respected him.

This feeling made him very happy and comfortable.

With a trace of pleasure, Xia Yan came to the edge of the challenge arena and looked at Lin Wan, "miss Wan'er..."

Xia Yan just wanted to say something, but suddenly, PA! The sound of the ground breaking suddenly sounded, and a stone turned into a streamer and shot directly at Xia Yan's head.

Xia Yan's face sank and his breath surged. He shook the stone into powder directly. Then he turned and looked at it.

The unparalleled figure of the sword had stood up again from the huge pit. He stood there coldly, waving and patting the dust on his clothes.

Looking at the unparalleled sword at the moment, Xia Yan's face changed.

"Not dead?"

"Not only didn't he die, he didn't even get hurt?"

Xia Yan was surprised at the bottom of her heart.

The power of his knife is not bad. Even if it is a frontal collision in the fourth step eternal realm, it can't be unharmed?

"He wasn't hurt?"

"No injury, not even the breath?"

"This..."

Around the challenge arena, a large number of martial artists also looked at jianwushuang again.

These warriors were also stunned.

The only one who was not surprised was the Bauhinia Island owner, Tianyun Pavilion owner and Yang zaixuan.

On the challenge arena, the sword was unparalleled, with a cold face and no emotion. He stared at Xia Yan in front of him, "Xia Yan, I heard you were called the first God of all ages?"

"Yes, what's the matter?" Xia Yan Leng looked at the unparalleled sword, but there was still a trace of disdain between her eyebrows.

The corners of Jian Wushuang's mouth turned up, and the cold words slowly spit out from his mouth, "it's nothing. I just want to tell you that if your strength is only this level, from today on, the title of your first God will belong to me."

Jian Wushuang's words were casual and plain, but many warriors in the bloody battle platform heard them, but they couldn't help staring.

The title of God on the first day belongs to him?

What is this?

"Hehe, good. I'd like to see how you take it 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."

Sword matchless had no more superfluous nonsense. He tightened the Shaodi sword in his hand, but the next moment he directly urged his blood power.

Suddenly, his body began to soar at an amazing speed.

Not only his body shape began to soar, but also his breath.

In a moment, the sword peerless has turned into a golden Jiagu God with a height of 15 meters.

The Shaodi sword in his hand also soared with his body to ten meters long.