Dragon Blood Sword God

Chapter 85 Defeat and Death!
Sen Qiong's strongest blow 'Purple Star Sword Rain' was just cut off by a single sword, vulnerable to one blow, that thick and violent sword way of killing, rushed towards him wildly.

He didn't even have time to think about it, and used the six-inch thick real steel to resist.

But with just one slash of the rusty big iron giant sword, the real handle was shattered, sending his body flying, and a blood mist exploded on his body.

"Let you go down!"

Di Long's tiger eyes were round, like a pair of barbarian god eyes, and he stared suddenly, making Sen Qiong's heart tremble.

The big iron giant sword didn't stop for a moment, it stood up and slashed like a mountain of gods.

Sen Qiong's heart was about to burst, and he roared, "I admit defeat!"

The loud voice reverberated in Jian Zuntai, and everyone heard it, and suddenly felt so unreal.

Boom!

The ferocious momentum of the epee also severely oppressed Sen Qiong, squatting his body on the ground, and the big iron giant sword also stopped in midair.

Sen Qiong vomited blood as the waves of the epee continued to strike.

Dillon also stopped in front of Sen Qiong, looking down at him with his round eyes.

The crowd collectively petrified, and a shocking reversal happened right in front of our eyes. The disciples of the outer sect who were at the peak of the fourth level of the real gang fought against the disciples of the inner sect who were at the sixth level of the true gang, and won.

As for Sen Qiong, he squatted on the battle platform and vomited blood madly under the pressure of the sword, it was too embarrassing.

"This guy--"

The disciples in the outer sect all froze, and suddenly felt that their own vision was narrowed.

Dillon is not crazy, nor is he stupid, nor is he seeking to humiliate himself.

It's that he has his own self-confidence, the power to surpass them and defeat his opponents. No one dares to underestimate Dillon, and no one dares to bully that once stupid big man.

Looking at Kuang Ba's figure on the battle stage, those disciples who snatched Di Long's sword at Jianzhong Peak before, and those disciples who had bullied Di Long, felt their heart twitching instantly, unable to bear the blow in front of them.

Even Fatty Wu and the others were surprised and shocked, and secretly smiled wryly.

"This guy is worrying, but it's good for my brother."

After Fatty Wu was worried, he laughed heartily and heartily.

Not much money, Gao Dingtian and Luohou also laughed, this guy is Lin Jingyu's brother, and also their... brother!
"This kid is really good!"

On the battle stage, countless elders praised him, and he won against the opponent in the two realms.

It is Jianzong's blessing to have such an excellent disciple.

"It's that sword that endowed him with powerful combat power. That sword is weird."

Jian Jiuxiao, Chen Cheng, Elder Mo and the others all realized the problem. That rusty black iron sword was unusual.

"Cough cough!"

Sen Qiong coughed up blood violently, his body trembling, and knelt down in front of Di Long, an outer disciple, which made him extremely humiliated.

He threatened before that he would defeat Di Long with one move and look down on Di Long, but now, he was defeated instead, and he was forced to yell out the word admit defeat, shame on him!

"I'm in his hands, and I can't support three moves. Now, you can't even beat me, so you dare to challenge him. Do you have the qualifications?"

Dillon hummed, and the statement was extremely ironic.

Sen Qiong was even more ashamed, under the watchful eyes of everyone, the strange gaze pierced his heart and slapped his face over and over again, it was too painful.

This is more painful than Dillon seriously injuring him.

Just kidding, he is useless, and now he is weak even in strength, defeated by the outer disciples, moreover, he is an "ordinary person" who can only be under Lin Jingyu's hands and can't support three moves.

"Is this guy trying to vent his anger on Lin Jingyu's behalf?"

The inner disciples all had serious eyes, this year's outer disciples are really not easy, they remembered the name Di Lon.

"He allowed you to come to the stage and take the risk to fight me and defeat me. Is it just to vent his anger on him, humiliate me, and elevate him? From this point of view, his mind is really narrow."

Sen Qiong stood up slowly, turned his head and glanced at Lin Jingyu, his eyes were filled with hatred.

Lin Jingyu asked someone with low strength to defeat him, could it be that he wanted to tell him that he was not qualified to challenge him?

What a Lin Jingyu!

With resentment in his heart, he stepped off the stage.

"I think you're wrong!" Dillon's voice suddenly sounded, causing Sen Qiong to slam his feet, turned his head to look, but looked at Lin Jingyu with a smile, and said: "He didn't let me go to the battle arena to humiliate you, You think too highly of yourself."

"Um--"

Not to humiliate him, this sentence made Sen Qiong startled.

Immediately, Di Long grinned: "That's because he knew that I had reached the peak of the fourth level of the real gang, and I was short of a partner to hit the fifth level of the real gang, so I chose you. You did not disappoint me. Now you understand."

At this moment, he has finally broken through the fifth level of the real gang.

As soon as Di Long's words came out, everyone looked at Lin Jingyu. It turned out that Lin Jingyu endured this tone to find a partner for Di Long.

This friendship is indeed...enviable!
Sen Qiong turned away without saying a word, which hit him more than humiliating him.

It turned out that he was self-righteous in everything, and Lin Jingyu didn't pay attention to him from the beginning to the end, but just regarded him as a partner and played tricks on him.

No one pities him, everything is his own fault.

Poor man, there must be something to hate, he was just jealous before, but he still can't control his mouth, he can blame anyone.

Standing on the battle stage, Di Long scanned the crowd, and finally let go of his breath. At this moment, he wanted to tell his parents in heaven that he had lived up to their efforts.

"I can't speak, but thank you!"

Stepping off the stage, Di Long walked straight towards Lin Jingyu and grinned.

Lin Jingyu gave him terrifying resources, and gave him the big black iron sword, which was even more terrifying, and helped him become famous in one battle.

"Breakthrough, consolidate."

Lin Jingyu smiled, but did not tell him that the Big Iron Black Sword is a real weapon that even the infant soul would be crazy about. The Juque Heavy Sword was refined from the Juque Mountain and was born for the way of heavy swords.

"Ok!"

Dillon nodded.

"Big man, you are amazing."

A group of girls in Bixia Peak were excited and shouted, making Di Long blush.

The battle was boiling because of Dillon, and the next battle was even more boiling, and the battle platform was trembling from the beating.

The outer gate is a ranking match, while the inner gate is a challenge match.

They are all low rankings, or no rankings, challenging high rankings, with successes and failures.

Outside the sword master platform, on a pillar, the rankings of hundreds of people are constantly changing, indicating the fierce competition.

However, at the top position, the word Jian Wuchen remained unmoved.

Jian Wuchen!
Lin Jingyu's eyes turned away, Jian Wuchen also looked over, and the two eyes met in the void.

"Boom!"

But at this moment, a figure suddenly stepped onto the battle platform, standing like a sword with a sharp edge.

"Ranked fourth last year, Liu Xuan!"

The inner sect disciple's eyes froze, he was attracted to him, and ranked fourth, so he would only challenge the top three.

The first three positions, first, Jian Wuchen, second, Qin Keqing, third, Wang Dao!
Liu Xuan's eyes turned to one direction, which was Jian Wuchen's direction, and he shouted loudly: "I, Liu Xuan, challenge Jianzong No.1, Jian Wuchen!"

The voice is loud, but what really shakes people's hearts is the word 'Jian Wuchen'.

No. 1 of Jianzong, the stars are holding the moon, Jianzong is mythical, proud, and cannot be offended, yet someone named him to challenge.

Jian Wuchen also withdrew his gaze and turned to the battle platform, his indifferent eyes burst out with a sharp edge. It has been a long, long time since no one has shouted his name like this.

He stepped onto the battle stage, came to Liu Xuan, and said indifferently: "You should know my rules, it's too late to regret it now."

"Win, you can't keep the first place, lose, I die!"

Liu Xuan spat out a sentence.

This is the rule set by Jian Wuchen, which has continued until now, in every competition and every battle.

The glory of Jian Wuchen No. 1 is pride, which cannot be violated. In order to defend and deter, only by making every challenger pay a heavy price can deterrence be created.

This point, inner disciples are engraved in their hearts, no one will offend, unless they are impatient to live.

But they didn't expect that Liu Xuan, the fourth-ranked guy, would challenge Jian Wuchen even higher.

Among the top ten, there is a ranking gap, which is extremely difficult to bridge, let alone the high and dazzling No.1.

Liu Xuan knew it, but why did he still choose to fight?
Under the cliff, Elder Mo frowned and sighed, as if he had aged a few years.

The other elders looked strange, but remained silent.

(End of this chapter)