C8 Sword Raising Blue Tide

The air currents in all directions were split into two under this sword, and spread out in two directions as it surged forward.

"Is this the strength of the one thousand five hundred and seventy-second rank of the ancient battlefield?"

"He's too strong, he's simply stronger than my sect's senior brother who has the strength of the third level of Qi-acupoint Stage. He's almost at the fourth or even the fifth level of Qi-acupoint Stage already."

"This time, the trash is going to suffer!" Sword Young Master has always been proficient in the way of Longsword, and with the addition of a middle ranked sword technique, he is like a tiger with wings, and is not much weaker than an ordinary person at the sixth stage of the Qi-acupoint Stage. "

If it's bad, it's bad! It's one thing for someone with such trash strength to run around with such face. It truly deserves it. "

"Come on, let's bet. We bet on Wu Yun, a hundred times, a hundred times!"

"I'll go..."

"Who the hell would suppress this darned thing?"

Many of the people who were observing before paid a war coin and entered the viewing seats. In addition, no one knew what special thought Ma Zhaoyang had as he turned off the soundproofing. At that moment, all sorts of admiration and mockery came flying over.

However, Wu Yun acted as if he did not see that strike. Only his robe was fluttering under the waves of air.

In this world, the strong were revered. The strong preyed on the weak! If he wanted to be respected, then he had to be strong! Those who were good to others were instead bullied by others! Not only did they not retaliate, they even insulted and squeezed his words.

Therefore, right now, he wanted to step on these scum one by one, using his own strength to cut them one by one under his sword.

Wu Yun stood tall and straight. With a twist of his Blue Edge's sword, his aura instantly reached its peak. He was like the sharpest tip of the sword in his hand, displaying its sharpness! In the next moment, his feet lightly pressed on the ground, as if stepping on a gust of wind to meet the attack of the sword.

"What is it?"

"So fast!"

All of a sudden, the audience was intimidated by Wu Yun's sword-like aura. The crowd that followed closely after Wu Yun were all stunned.

"Why does it feel like that trash just now turned into a unsheathed treasure sword!?"

"A sharp sword!" When Luo Haoran saw this, his eyes lit up, and he only spat out two words!

Listening to the Wind Slash of the Sword, the speed of the sword, when it heard the cry of the sword, it had already surpassed the speed of the wind and quietly slashed down!

Although Ma Zhaoyang's understanding of the Rising Wind Slash was far from this level, it had already reached seventy percent mastery and he already had seventy percent of the essence!

"Heavens!" You want to use the sword to break the sword? "

A series of exclamations!

Luo Haoran was wearing a black robe. When he saw this, his expression changed. Some of the audience started to shout, "No wonder Ma Zhaoyang called him a fool. He really lives up to his name! The power of Ma Zhaoyang's sword is almost at the Sixth Sky of Qi-acupoint Stage. I think Wu Yun's leg will definitely be cut off! "

Suddenly, the ring emitted a crazy screech of sharp swords!

Before the audience could even react, they saw a white waterfall from the arena!

Wu Yun's cold voice sounded from the stage, clearly transmitted into everyone's ears, "Sword God Formula — — Sword Raises Navy Tide!"

Boom!

When Wu Yun's sword landed, it was like the waves of the ocean. Countless sword blades gushed out, overlapping each other. The demeanor of the God of Swords was clear to see!

This form of sword rose waves, and was created by Guan Canghai in his previous life through heavy waves. It became Wu Yun's horizontal and horizontal Hongmeng Universe, and the most powerful sword manual — — Sword God Formula, the first form!

With his current body, he could display a part of the power!

Right at the moment when the white curtain was about to reach the sky, Ma Zhaoyang's expression suddenly changed and his eyes were filled with disbelief! His entire field of vision was filled with countless sword shadows. Under such heavy pressure, he even felt like he was suffocating!

Wu Yun's Martial Tao Stage was not worth mentioning, but his understanding towards the sword and comprehension towards the sword, completely crushed the majority of people in the birthplace!

"Chi!"

There was only the sound of metal colliding, and the clouds and wind created by the sword slashes collapsed with a loud rumble!

Ma Zhaoyang's eyes almost popped out. He could feel that as long as one of the sword waves penetrated through his attack, he would be fatally injured. His willpower could control the Qi tornado in his Dantian to rotate crazily!

In order to form a protective aura around Wu Yun before his sword broke through the effect of Navy Tide. Finally, the protective aura covered Wu Yun's entire body the instant his Rising Wind Slash was broken.

As for the remaining power of Sword Qi Navy Tide, it smashed head on against his protective aura without any resistance. Wave after wave of attacks caused his protective aura to gradually become thinner.

"No, how could I die at the hands of that trash!" Ma Zhaoyang's eyes bulged out. His willpower was incredibly strong at this moment. Finally, he was able to extract another thread of aura from the whirlpool.

He could clearly feel that the vortex within his body was about to stop spinning and collapse!

"Boom!"

Finally, after the last wave, his protective aura was still as thick as a strand of hair!

However, he was still hit by the huge impact and was sent flying in a parabola. He hit the invisible energy layer on the side of the stage and Ma Zhaoyang fell onto the stage again.

Even the stone slabs that he had thrown down had shattered into pieces.

When the audience saw Ma Zhaoyang falling from the sky, they were dumbfounded. Some of them even stood up with a "Hua" sound of shock!

"This is the f * cking power that can only be displayed by someone who has reached the Large Success of the Refinement Realm!"

With a Qi-acupoint Stage of the third heaven, he was able to unleash strength of the fifth stage close to the sixth stage. It could be said that Ma Zhaoyang was one of the best in the entire ancient battlefield.

Even if it was a powerhouse at the sixth stage of the Qi-acupoint Stage, it would still take some effort to break the Rising Wind Slash of the Sword.

Most importantly, Wu Yun had mastered the Body Refinement Realm!

"Haha, I've blocked it!" Ma Zhaoyang stood up from the dust. He laughed out loud and said, "Trash, you trash. Even if you use your secret skill, you still won't be able to beat me!"

Other than the fear in his eyes, they were filled with ridicule and ridicule, "The strength of your Qi-acupoint Stage is not something a piece of trash like you can comprehend!"

"Hu!"

"So that's how it is!"

The spectators outside the arena were relieved after hearing Ma Zhaoyang's words. They believed him completely and unconditionally because they subconsciously thought that it was impossible for a Body Refinement Realm practitioner to have such strength!

Only Luo Haoran was frowning.

"Hmm?" Wu Yun's expression changed. When he saw the mist that had yet to disperse, he immediately understood.

The biggest difference between the Qi-acupoint Stage and the Refinement Realm was that it could form a protective aura around the body.

"Look, that trash's expression must be scared silly!"

Ma Zhaoyang revealed a look of contempt, but he did not stop shouting: "Come on! I'll stand here and let you hit me! "

"Is that so?" Wu Yun asked back with an indifferent expression!

"How is it?"

"Then take another strike from my sword?"

"Just pick it up! I'm afraid of you!"