Chapter 139 Battle of Two Swords

"I have a bit of strength, gu yuba kill - kill!"

Jian Wuchen sipped and a murderous aura filled the air, accompanied by a terrifying Sword light.

This Sword light is attacking the poisonous dragon that is following xing kai.

Boom!

The ground was riddled with energy, and the tables and chairs not far away would have been crushed to dust if not for some silver-grade disciples or even the elder's yungong had blocked them.

Clang!

With a jolt, Bu Xingkai's spear came out of his hand and flew far away, slamming into a rockery, and he himself fell back with a great shock. Before he could stand still for more than twenty steps, a White tiger courtyard silver-grade disciple moved and appeared behind Bu Xingkai, blocking Bu Xingkai's retreat.

Poof!

Bu Xingkai's face changed dramatically, and then a mouthful of blood gushed out, one hand shaking non-stop.

Everyone saw that the sleeves on his right hand were torn and tattered, and his arms were covered with blood marks, which were like dense little swords.

"What a domineering sword technique, what a domineering strength."

The crowd gasped.

"Zhang Muyun, don't let these soldiers do it. It's just a waste of my time. Do it yourself! Let me see what you can do."

Jian Wuchen looked at zhang muyun and said.

Everyone turned to Zhang Muyun.

Now, Zhang Muyun is the only one here, and the number one Lu Ming is not here.

"Well, I have long heard that Qilin courtyard has recruited exceptional talents, and even most of them are special bloodlines. Seeing you today, you are indeed worthy of your reputation. In the past, you could not ask Qilin courtyard's disciples to learn from you. Now, you can just learn from them."

Zhang Muyun stepped out, his eyes as bright as lightning.

"Brother Mu Yun, be careful!"

Zhuo Yirong said worriedly.

"Don't worry!"

Zhang Muyun smiled and walked up to Jian Wuchen.

"Zhang Muyun, let's see if you have the right to let me draw my sword."

Jian Wuchen said faintly, confident beyond measure.

"Arrogance, how can you not draw a sword in the face of Zhang Muyun?"

"Zhang Muyun's power is incomparable to others."

Some of the disciples on the bronze list whispered and looked at Zhang Muyun with hope in their eyes.

Zhang Muyun was the only one who could save the bronze medal.

Zhang Muyun smiled and didn't care, but the next moment, a sharp, domineering, unbreakable aura erupted from Zhang Muyun.

Jian Wuchen's face changed for the first time, and he whispered in disbelief, "This is...' power', the power of gold!"

Behind them, the young man with the knife and the strong young man's faces changed.

"How is that possible? A piece of trash from a regional Four great courtyards, someone can actually understand' power' in the martial arts realm. Damn it, how is that possible?"

The young man with the knife drank unbelievably.

As a special bloodline, he did not understand the' power' from above. It was hard for the trash of ordinary bloodlines to understand the' power'.

"Hmph, so what about special blood? Ordinary beings have extraordinary talents, and even some people can awaken the blood of ancient divine beasts, far beyond special blood. What's there to be arrogant about?"

A genius on the bronze list.

Seeing the horrified expressions of the people in Qilin courtyard, the people watching the battle were very happy.

Finally, there was a chance to refute.

The young and strong men with swords looked gloomy.

"Hmph, do you think that once you understand' power', you can be the opponent of brother jian? How naive."

The young man with the knife snorted coldly.

Jian Wuchen's face changed a little. He recovered and regained his confidence. He said, "Zhang Muyun, you are indeed beyond my expectations. You have the right to let me draw my sword. You also have the right to know my name. Remember, my name is Jian Wuchen. I am someone you will never surpass in your life."

Boom!

As Jian Wuchen's voice fell, a sharp, unbreakable aura erupted from him.

Power, power of gold!

Jian Wuchen actually understood the power of gold.

"He... He actually understood the power of gold? How is that possible?"

"Is Qilin courtyard so strong?"

In the quad, Lu Ming and Zhang Muyun both displayed their'momentum' and shocked the Four great courtyards, both of whom were known as geniuses that the Xuanyuan Sword Sect had only seen for years.

But now, a random young man from Qilin courtyard has come to understand the'momentum', which is a bit of a shock.

"I see. He must be the blood of a special sword. I heard that special blood has all kinds of magical functions. Some people can understand' power' faster through blood."

An elder in a silver robe spoke.

The hearts of the people trembled. How could their special blood be so miraculous?

Clang!

Their' potential'met in the air, making a sound of iron and gold, and even sparks collided.

Clang! Clang!

The two swords rang, and almost at the same time, they drew their swords. Two brilliant swords rose into the sky, and the cold and strong swords filled the entire sword dance courtyard.

The two figures turned into two Sword light and pounced on each other at the same time.

Dang!

With a loud roar, the sword's aura burst out wantonly. On the ground, it was swept by the sword's aura, leaving dense sword marks.

Swish, swish!

The silhouette flashed, and a few silver robed elders appeared in front of them. An invisible force pervaded and blocked the dense sword breath.

"Four seasons sword technique, bleak autumn wind!"

"Gu yuba killed, heaven killed!"

The two destructive Sword light met in the air. The two swords converged and rose into the sky.

Touch!

Under their feet, a large area of the ground was blasted by the sword and sank deeply.

Dang! Dang! Dang...

Then, there was an intense battle between the two of them.

The crowd stared into the air.

"Zhang Muyun, you want to win every move."

Everyone was looking forward to zhang muyun's comeback.

"No, Zhang Muyun has already broken out, but Jian Wuchen hasn't."

Suddenly, a deep voice came out.

The crowd was shocked. If that was the case, Zhang Muyun had already burst into blood, which could be said to show all his strength, but Jian Wuchen had not yet burst into blood.

The feeling of Jian Wuchen being able to tie with Zhang Muyun without breaking out in blood was unfathomable.

No one knew how much strength he had used.

"The skills that Jian Wuchen is practicing are definitely not of the yellow level. The genuine qi that should be cultivated by the Mystical level and the Mystical level should be more profound and condensed than the yellow level."

A silver-robed elder explained to everyone.

"Besides, his true qi contains a strong sword power, just like a sword, which should be an advantage of his blood."

Another silver-robed elder explained.

Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder that Jian Wuchen was so strong. His true qi was stronger than zhang muyun.

Then his heart turned cold and he became so strong. How could he defeat a battle at the same level?

Is today destined for the bronze list and the Four great courtyards to lose their reputation?

"It's over, gu yuba killed, god killed!"

Jian Wuchen's cold voice rang out, a Sword light, like a flying immortal, killing god to kill demons.

(The end of this chapter)