The sword guard's calm emotions finally began to make waves.
His figure suddenly flew out, a few points faster than before.
Brush!
In the entire ring, only the phantom he left behind could be seen.
Even, even where his body was, there was no trace of it.
"What a fast move!"
After the sword guard unfolded his movements, many elders secretly feared in their hearts.
Originally, his speed was very fast, but at this moment, he actually improved by a few points.
This was like a bolt of light, suddenly appearing.
You didn't react at all, and he had already rushed in front of you.
Laugh at!
The black magic sword in the sword guard's hand slashed horizontally.
The terrifying aura burst out with a bang.
It was like an abyss descending.
"Tornado storm!"
In the face of this attack, Zhang Yang also took a step forward and stood in the air.
Then, with his backhand, he slashed out a sword, and the wind was wanton, wanting to tear the sky!
A tornado wind completely formed by sword qi appeared in front of everyone.
The center of the ring was completely occupied by tornado winds, and there was a trend of getting bigger and bigger.
Boom!
With a tearing sound, the void cracked apart.
Every wisp of breath was like a blade cutting through, causing the sky to tremble.
Zhang Yang and Jianwei killed each other in the tornado storm, and every time they collided, it caused a tremor in the void.
Gradually, Zhang Yang discovered that even if he displayed his imperial bloodline, he seemed unable to shake the opponent's physique.
The other party always haunted with an extremely mysterious aura, as if it could devour everything.
After the sword energy he had cut out fell on him, not only would he not cause any damage, but he would also be swallowed by an inexplicable force.
"If this continues, I will definitely lose!"
Zhang Yang was worthy of the name of Tianjiao, but in an instant, he saw that the situation was not good.
If he doesn't want to find a way to break the game quickly, but continues to delay, in the end the only way to go is to lose!
So, Zhang Yang is ready to give it a go!
"Dragon Blood Sword Dance!"
The blood in his body surged, like a wave rising again.
Immediately afterwards, he held the Qingfeng magic sword in the air, and under the urging of a burst of magic decision, this Qingfeng magic sword suddenly expanded to a hundred meters range, extremely hot, and slashed down towards the sword guard head-on.
"It's really delicious!"
The sword guard said in a low voice, and then took a step out and met him with a sword move.
No one could see clearly the direction of his shot, in short, against the backdrop of his speed, this sword move, which clearly looked ordinary, actually had a little more mystery in it, making it impossible to guard against.
Pfft!
With a loud noise, the two staggered past.
Zhang Yang gritted his teeth, he felt that the other party had unloaded the power of his blow.
In addition to being angry, he wanted to fight back with his backhand, but found a black shadow suddenly rushing in front of him.
The speed is too fast to even make people have time to react.
Oh no......
This is Zhang Yang's last thought.
"Stop!"
On the high platform, Sun Ci's pupils contracted suddenly.
He roared angrily and raised his hand to kill into the ring, trying to stop it.
However, it was all too late.
When Zhang Yang reacted, he only felt a chill in his neck.
Immediately afterwards, a sense of powerlessness spread throughout the body.
The flow of all the spiritual energy in his body and the control of the sword intent seemed to have lost his accuracy in an instant.
He saw the scene of blood gushing out.
It wasn't until this moment that he realized that a sword had been cut on his neck!
Seeing that Zhang Yang was about to fall to the ground, the sword guard in front of him stretched out his hand, and there was a strange small bottle in his palm.
He uncorked the bottle, and the terrifying suction power revealed from the small bottle, frantically absorbing the blood gushing out of Zhang Yang's neck.
This, but the emperor's vein essence and blood!
It is extremely precious.
When Sun Ci came to power, the sword guard had absorbed enough of the emperor's vein essence and blood, he put away the bottle, and his body quickly retreated, just in time to avoid the sword that Sun Ci was slashing at him.
"Publicity!"
Sun Ci helped Zhang Yang up, without saying a word, and quickly used spiritual energy to stop the bleeding for him.
The next moment, he took out the elixir and fed it to Zhang Yang's mouth.
After taking the pill, Zhang Yang's face looked a little better.
The wound on his neck also stopped.
"How do you feel?"
Sun Ci was extremely nervous, looking at Zhang Yang with fixed eyes.
The wound was scary, but not fatal.
After stopping the bleeding with spiritual energy and taking the elixir, Zhang Yang was stable.
Zhang Yang told Sun Ci with his eyes that he was fine.
At the same time, he also showed a wry smile.
What a terrible loss!
As the strongest Tianjiao in the younger generation of the Spirit Sword Sect, he had high hopes in himself.
In the competition with Dongjian Pavilion, he was provoked by the other party and was the first to play, but failed to win a victory.
It's really a bit embarrassing.
"I'm ashamed."
Zhang Yang had a difficult message to Sun Ci.
Sun Ci shook his head, "You have done your best."
Then, he raised his head, and a look of anger flashed in his eyes.
At this moment, no words could describe his mood.
Damn it.
I had clearly said before that this was just a friendly competition, and I was not allowed to make a dead move.
But this group of people in the East Sword Pavilion seemed to turn a deaf ear to this.
Could it be that from beginning to end, he didn't take himself seriously?
"Is this the Spirit Sword Sect's so-called number one Tianjiao, it's really boring!"
The sword guard silently put away the bottle, stood with his hands on his back, and said lightly, "The purpose of my visit here is to challenge Zhang Yang, since I found him so vulnerable, then there is no need to continue this challenge."
After saying that, he turned around and said to the other dozen or so sword guards, "Let's go!"
Just like this?
All the disciples of the Spirit Sword Sect were very angry.
Saying friendly exchanges, he almost killed our senior brother, and then wanted to leave as if he were a normal person.
Why?
Under a burst of anger, many disciples gathered around and shared the same hatred.
"Why, do you want to stop us?"
The leader of the sword guard sneered, "I'm afraid of you, I can't stop it!"
As soon as these words came out, the atmosphere suddenly became tense.
Those disciples were extremely angry one by one, gritting their teeth.
This battle is really about to break out!
"You want to kill my apprentice, and it is impossible for me as a master to turn a blind eye to this."
Sun Ci walked out expressionlessly, his eyes calm.
Everyone is in seven changes of life and death, even if Sun Ci makes a move, he can't bully each other. , Jianwei grinned and hooked his fingers.
The meaning is self-evident.
Brush!
Sun Ci took out the sword, which was extremely mysterious.
The swordsmanship he practiced was the Dao Tianji Sword.
This sword seems ethereal, but it actually contains a variety of changes.
The sword guard slashed out with a sword without hesitation, and collided with Sun Ci brazenly.
At this moment, the heavens and the earth trembled together!