C165 One Sword

Another bamboo stick with zero draw!

It would have been fine if it had happened once, but it had already happened twice. A person's luck was really not as good as he had imagined. The first time might have been because of luck, but the second time was luck. He was already somewhat spurned and no longer believed it. Although it was only three things, it was only relative to the people outside who had nothing to do with it. For the people in the circle, two times was already enough to cause a misunderstanding!

The Profound Bright City Master also knew this point. He immediately laughed dryly and said, "Haha! This little brother's luck is really too good! Draw zero again. Truly amazing! However, luck is also strength. Part of it. Since you have such high luck, you won't let us down when you attack later, right?"

Jian Ao smiled. Disappointed? How could that be?

"Haha!" Since he said so, Jian Ao could only reply with a smile, "Luck! I didn't expect that I could get zero twice. This is really luck. Today's luck was really good to the max. As for my strength, I shouldn't disappoint you and them!"

" Tch! It sounds better than singing!"

At this moment, a cold and unguarded voice was heard. Looking around, he found that the source of the voice was an outer circle disciple of Wind Mist Sect. He was a Ninth Level swordsman, and he should be ranked in the top 20 amongst the outer circle disciples.

In the competition just now, this man was the most interesting one amongst all Swordsman Stage disciples. He would usually use ten moves to deal with his opponent. In other words, no one had been able to block his ten attacks.

"Everyone knows how to talk big, but some of them were exposed during the battle. It's not good to lie to us, boys and girls!" The man smiled lightly and said disdainfully.

"Oh!" Jian Ao also smiled and said: "Hearing what you said, do you mean that I was talking big just now?"

"Isn't that so?"

"Oh! That's right, everyone has a mouth, the heavens grow on it. Some people speak words as beautiful as fairies, while others speak words that are even more smelly than feces. They almost shit out from their mouths! " Jian Ao said coldly: "And you are obviously the latter, the latter kind of person!"

"What are you saying!" When that person heard that, he immediately became angry in his heart. He pointed at Jian Ao and said, "If you have the guts, say it again! Believe it or not, I will kill you! "

"Kill me!" Jian Ao revealed a fearful expression and said, "I'm so scared!"

The latter's expression finally relaxed when he saw Jian Ao's reaction. He revealed a proud expression. Did you see this? This was the great benefit of the sect's reputation. Of course, it's also because I have the peerless strength of being speechless. However, it immediately turned black like ink, incomparably black.

"Idiot!" Jian Ao said softly. His voice was very soft, but those who could stand on the lift were all young experts. Their hearing ability was extraordinary, so how could they not hear him clearly?

Instantly, the outer circle disciple's face turned red like a monkey's butt.

"Look, I didn't say anything wrong! His entire face turned red like his butt. The shit came from you, no wonder it stinks!"

"Haha!"

Hearing that, everyone present burst into laughter. Comparing himself to himself and recalling that part, that was indeed the case. Not only was it red, but it was also quite thick. Fortunately, the other party's skin was thicker.

"Wow! I'm going to kill you! Roar!"

The outer circle disciple of the Wind Mist Sect shouted out loudly. He raised his sword and was about to slash at Jian Ao.

" Stop! "

A majestic and mighty Qi suddenly burst out from Xuan Ming's body, causing everyone to look like a small boat on the ocean. They could be drowned at any time, and die by sinking the boat.

Astonishment! Everyone was shocked. This was the first time they had felt the City Lord's aura being so powerful, as if he was the leader of an army of a million soldiers, commanding an army of thousands to kill the enemy. No one could defeat him!

The outer circle disciple of the Wind Mist Sect was suppressed by this imposing manner, and he couldn't move at all.

"This is the arena. This is the place where my daughter chooses her son-in-law. You can't act recklessly here. If you offend me again, even if you are a disciple of the Wind Mist Sect, I will still fight you! Please take care of yourself! "

After he finished speaking, he dispersed his aura and returned to his previous appearance. He was friendly and amiable. Although there was a strong aura of dignity on his face, it was just a disguise. Under this majesty, he had a kind and amiable face.

The outer circle disciple of the Wind Mist Sect's expression changed. Finally, he let out a long breath. He knew that it was impossible to kill Jian Ao now. He could only wait for an opportunity, for example, the battle on the arena!

If one died in battle on the arena, the opponent would not have to bear any responsibility. After all, there would always be a distinction between winning and losing, and life and death in a battle. Of course, there were people guarding outside. Moreover, it was guarded by super experts. It was absolutely impossible to kill someone. Thus, on the arena, one could only beat the other party up.

"Brat, don't let me meet you. Otherwise, I'll let you have a taste of my methods. That taste will definitely be very good!" After uttering a harsh sentence, his figure flew backward.

"Alright, alright. Let it pass once the matter is over. The martial arts competition still needs to continue!"

Xuan Ming smiled and said, "The second round of the competition has ended. There are only two swordsmen and fourteen swordsmen left. Now, let's start with the Swordsman Stage competition. The Sword Master Stage competition will be the last. "

"Now, Swordsman Stage people come up to draw lots. This time, there is no zero bamboo stick. Everything depends on strength. Although luck is based on one's strength, it still depends on one's strength. Luck is still the most important part! " These words were obviously meant for Jian Ao.

"Receive my teachings!" Jian Ao replied.

Then, his figure flashed, and he quickly pulled out a bamboo stick. His position was neither high nor low, and he happened to be in the fourth match.

"Boom!"

On the arena, the outer circle disciple of the Wind Mist Sect slashed his sword onto the arena. Suddenly, a shocking crack appeared on the arena. On the arena, it was as if he was telling Jian Ao that he would cut you in half just like this.

The fourth match went to Jian Ao.

He was really lucky. The opponent he met this time was the one with the lowest cultivation base besides him, who was at the seventh level of the Sword Master. However, his strength could not be underestimated.

Jian Ao remembered that his sword mainly focused on speed. When facing him, his opponent did not even see his unsheathed sword clearly. In an instant, he felt a cold wind on his neck. It was already on top of his neck.

In terms of sword speed, he was definitely the fastest among the remaining people. Of course, he had to eliminate this monstrous existence, Jian Ao.

"I apologize for offending you!"

The man with the fast sword was still polite. After bowing to Jian Ao, he reminded him and quickly attacked.

"Swish, swish, swish!"

The entire arena was glittering with sword lights, as if there were many floating swords in the air above the arena.

This was the visual impact of the opponent's speed being too fast!

"So the reason why there is such a fast sword is because of the constant friction in space, flashing and retreating. Borrowing the resistance from the air, borrowing strength to increase the sword's speed!"

He closed his eyes to feel the power within. He admitted that his method could indeed increase the sword's speed, but the power of the sword would also be broken down!

He was fast, but Jian Ao was even faster!

The Cool Breeze Sword on his waist moved slightly, and it was already slashed out. There were no fancy moves, no sword lights that filled the sky. There was only this sword, and there was no deviation. It pressed forward with indomitable will, as if it was determined that it would persist until the end, and not shrink back!

"Clang!" It sounded like metal colliding with metal! A sound like that of metal colliding rang out. A wave of sound waves suddenly spread out in all directions with the two as the center. Some of the spectators who were close to it were even directly shocked until their ears were bleeding.

"Thump ~ ~"

A burst of rapid retreating sounds suddenly rang out. After the sound wave wave, a figure slid down his shoes and rubbed against the arena, producing strands of fiery light. In the end, he almost fell out of the arena and lost the qualification to fight.

However, he knew that his opponent had already held back!

Putting away his sword, Jian Ao said, "Your method has increased the speed of your sword and reached its maximum speed. In the world of martial arts, speed is the only thing that cannot be broken, but that is only when one is fast to a certain extent. Your sword speed is only slightly faster than those in the same realm, and you are still unable to truly achieve the concept of speed. At that time, the sword was already bleeding.

It might be possible to deal with ordinary people, but it would be useless against experts and genius experts. In fact, it might even be of little use. You only care about raising the sword's speed, yet you neglect the power of the sword. Once the sword's location is seen through and the true body is seen through, then you are already doomed to be defeated. Do you understand? "

"Receive your teachings! Many thanks!" The man thought for a moment, and indeed, that was the case: "Thank you for your guidance, sir. If we meet again in the future, I will drink and chat with you"

"Definitely!" Jian Ao said with a smile.

After that man finished speaking, he went down the stage. He knew that he had lost. He had been defeated with a single sword strike!

Defeated with a single sword strike!

Everyone's eyes lit up. Just now, they didn't even know when Jian Ao would make a move. Wasn't it a little too fast for the competition to end just like that?!

Was his opponent too weak? Or was it because he was ridiculously strong?

The outer circle disciple of Wind Mist Sect was also frightened by Jian Ao's sword, but he still didn't care. So what if his sword was a bit faster? If I didn't have any other means, I would definitely win.

The third strike was delivered! This Yue Xiaochi fish, I have written more than 300,000 words, an average of 10,000 a day, but it is still so few!

I admit that it's all because of me, but I still hope that you can support me more! Thank you ~ ~

Little Fish, go!