C275 Death swordsman ji wuming

Unlike the other groups, the sixty heaven chosen ones would fight at the same time, causing the spectators and the big bosses to be able to fight well in every match!

In an instant, everyone's attention was focused on one side of the arena.

In the Eastern Altar.

The white clothed Supreme Sect Head looked at the two hundred meters distance between them and the arena and the corner of his mouth curled up into a cold smile, "I didn't think that he would meet Yang Fan first. It seems like Yang Fan's fate as a kid will end here!"

Yang Fan's first opponent, Heaven's Pride 12121, was none other than the peerless genius of their Iron Sword Sect, the Ji Wuming who had the nickname of Death Sword Master. He was the thirteenth in their Iron Sword Sect, many years ago, his Death Sword Intent had already reached the Great Achievement, and after years of bitter cultivation, even if his Death Sword Intent did not step into the eighth level, he would still not be far from it. With his terrifying battle power, even if it was against an ordinary first stage heaven stage heaven stage Martial Marquis, he would still have the ability to fight.

"Brother Dugu, it seems that you think very highly of your Zong Tian Jiao? How about we bet with the two of them winning or losing? " Seven Stars Sect Supreme Sect Head Han Qianye suddenly turned and smiled towards Dugu Fang.

"Oh, since Chieko is so interested, I will accompany you to the end. I wonder what kind of gambling method you will use?" Since Han Qianye was so "kind" to him, if he did not accept, then wouldn't that mean that he had forgiven Han Qianye's "kindness"?

"The fish took the bait!" Amongst all the participants here, only the A Peerless Monster with Celestial Sect could fight against him. The rest of the people, including the other twelve Seeded Evildoer s, were not enough, let alone a small third-rate demon like Ji Wuming, "My sect has heard that Brother Dugu has obtained a Dragon Tiger Divine Pill, so our sect will bet on Brother Dugu to become the Dragon Tiger Divine Pill!"

"You want our sect's Dragon Tiger Profound Artifact, Han Qianye, you have such a big appetite!" As long as it was just one, it was worth as much as the sixty years of cultivation of a Martial Sect Expert. He was even prepared to use this Divine Pill to break through the bottleneck of the s in one go with it, but when he saw Ji Wuming on the stage, he changed his mind immediately, "Chieko, what are you betting on now?"

"What do you think about ten high grade sword stones, Brother Dugu?" Han Qianye chuckled. The sword stones were divided into different grades, the most inferior low grade sword stones were only useful for the beginner sword intent, and the middle grade sword stone was suitable for the beginner sword intent. As for the high grade sword stone, it had a great use for the sword intent, and even had a great effect on the ten levels of sword intent.

Ten high grade Sword Stones would allow a Sword Cultivator, who had just entered the seven levels of Great Achievement, to break through to the nine levels of sword intent at the peak of the Great Achievement in one go. Even for a Martial Ancestor like Dugu Fang, it would still be of great use.

"Good!" "Sure!" After pondering for a moment, Dugu Feng nodded and agreed. With these ten high grade sword stones, his Perfection Stage sword intent would be able to go even further.

Death Group.

Even though he had already entered the Sword Tomb once, and the high-grade Profound Artifact, the Heavenly Sword, was from the Sword Tomb, who would think that it was too much if he was able to enter it again. With his current cultivation, he might not even be able to attract the attention of the Earth Organ inside, if he had the protection of a Earth Organ, his fighting strength would definitely have a qualitative leap!

In the nine great Sect spectating seats.

"I never thought that the first person to fight would be him. Yang Fan is probably in danger this time!" 's honorific title of Death Sword Master was not just a joke, it was something that a single person had killed with a sword. In his hands, there was no one that was still alive, and the killing intent was not much weaker than that of Seeded Evildoer's broken blade.

"That may not be the case, Senior Brother Yang Fan is not as simple as you think!" But very quickly, someone retorted, "and the others, although others may not know how powerful Yang Fan is, they all know that he is a monster that even the Patriarch Qing Yun has to admit that he is not his match. Even though that Death Sword Master Ji Wuming is powerful, but compared to a Ancestor Martial Marquis like the Patriarch Qing Yun, there is still a big gap."

However, they had already sworn their dao hearts to this matter back in the Twin Dragon Desert and would not reveal it to anyone else. Therefore, when the surrounding disciples and elders were asking about it, they weren't able to explain the same thing.

In the audience stands.

"Being able to condense spirit bones at such a young age is something that is rarely seen in the world. Even within my Great Tang Dynasty, there aren't many people who can condense it, but it's a pity that I met the Dark Star, Ji Wuming!"

"Indeed, if he was given another ten or eight years, Ji Wuming might not be his match, but as for now, what a pity!"

"Sigh. Such a heaven's pride level expert is going to die here. What a pity!" "What a pity!"

Even several thousand years ago, he would have been considered a peerless genius. Even if he could not become a Martial Lord in the future, a Martial Ancestor wouldn't be able to escape his fate. However, he would have died in the end.

However, it was in an inconspicuous corner.

"How could it be him? How could it be him …" A beautiful young lady looked at the black clothed Yang Fan on the stage, and instantly widened her eyes, as though she had seen a ghost.

It was as if the goddess of the day had descended upon the mortal world and was none other than Chu Family's eldest miss, Chu Bingxin. As one of the top clans with the highest Great Tang Dynasty and one of the most influential families, how could they miss out on the great feast held by the youths at the age of sixty, the battle of the Cyan Cloud Ranking s. Even if they could not participate in it personally, it would not be a waste of their lives to witness it.

Of course, it was only Chu Bingxin by herself. Even if other people felt that Yang Fan was somewhat familiar with him, they had never connected him with that peerless expert who destroyed Sixth Empyrean with a single palm strike. One was a Top Martial Marquis, one of the strongest in the empire, and the other was a disciple of the first generation of Seven Stars Sect.

"No …" "That's not right …" Suddenly, Chu Bingxin's beautiful face slightly changed, "He... "Although they are similar, there are still some differences …"

After more than a month, Yang Fan's appearance had changed yet again. His skin had become even whiter, the immaturity on his face had disappeared, and he had become even more handsome. If the him from before, could only be described as handsome, then the current Yang Fan could be considered to be a little handsome.

"Bing Xin, what's wrong?" The Chu Family Ancestor at the side glanced at Chu Bingxin with some suspicion.

"Ancestor Sect, no … "Nothing …" Without considering the fact that it was impossible for that person to be the "mysterious Ancestor", even if it was, she absolutely could not say it out loud. Everyone in the Chu Family, including the Ancestor Sect, still did not know the truth of the matter, and they truly believed that the mysterious Ancestor was a close friend of their True Sun Ancestor.

In the arena.

Yang Fan and Death Sword Master Ji Wuming were separated by three hundred meters.

's aura was calm and composed. Rather than saying that he was a Warrior, he seemed more like a Wealthy Young Master who did not know any martial arts.

On the other hand, Ji Wuming's entire body was surrounded by Sword Qi, he was constantly slicing the void, and his killing intent surged like that of a Nine Empyrean Star Way. Stepping out from the top of his head, the Death Sword Intent of his Great Achievement enveloped the entire area, as though he was a peerless god of death from hell that caused the people of the world to tremble from the depths of their souls.

"I never thought that my first opponent would be you. Luck, this is really luck!" Ji Wuming looked down at Yang Fan from above, like a god overlooking the world, his voice was indescribably excited.