I can bind hundreds of millions of evildoers to practice

Chapter 80

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The avenue roared.

The world trembled!

A dazzling light flashed from Sun Aijian's body!

A vast, ancient, and cold sword intent slowly spread out.

Jietian Nine Swords seemed to slow down accordingly.

Slow to almost standstill!
The sword intent was like waves, spreading out in circles, gently brushing over everyone's bodies.

One hundred thousand sword cultivators felt an indescribable comfort.

It's like returning to nature, returning to the origin of kendo.

The 46 brilliant kendo rank chains gathered in the vast light and quickly withered.

Crack——crack———

The 46 swords became dull, cracks appeared like spider webs, spread and grew, and finally turned into powder.

Zheng——

A sword cry.

A crimson light flew out from Sun Aijian's body, facing the falling Nine Swords of Jietian.

clang - clang - clang -

The sound of the collision of divine swords was crisp and sweet, like the most beautiful melody.

Bai Jianfei's eyes were fixed, and the sword light in his eyes flashed, and the divine light of the sword body rose into the sky, turning into thousands of sword lights, as if cutting off the sky and the earth, and slashed towards the crimson light.

boom--

The roar of the sword explosion was endless, and the sword intent was raging like a storm, engulfing Sun Aijian, and the crimson light instantly dimmed!
The sword intent to cut off the world passed through the ring, making everyone watching the battle feel suffocated and depressed.

"It's so exciting, the decision of the two great kendo monsters, let us wait for the sword cultivator to feast our eyes!"

"Jietian Nine Swords, cut off heaven and earth! No one can escape from Jietian Nine Swords!"

"It's too strong! Senior Brother Bai has actually achieved a small success in the cultivation of the Heavenly Level Attack Technique!"

"The top spot in this year's Sword Trial Conference will continue to belong to Jianzong!"

The [-] sword cultivators onlookers were discussing and excited!
Jiang Yun frowned slightly, and fixedly looked at Sun Aijian at the center of the sword storm.

He has already been severely injured under the Nine Swords of Jietian.

Bai Jianfei's strength was indeed terrifying, it was not wise to choose him as the target of that sword strike.

No one can help Sun Aijian in this battle, he can only rely on himself.

"Cough cough!"

The storm died down.

Sun Aijian was drenched in blood, and was seriously injured by Jietian Nine Swords.

Forty-six long swords have been turned into powder, and there is an extra rusty iron sword in his hand.

This iron sword was dim, and there were gaps in the blade.

This is a dilapidated broken sword!

"It's still too late to admit defeat." Bai Jianfei said, looking at the broken sword in Sun Aijian's hand.

Sun Aijian shook his head, stood upright, with the horizontal sword in front of him, brushed the sword with his fingers and said, "The sword is out of its sheath, even if you die, you will have no regrets!"

If you admit defeat now, you will only destroy the broken sword; if you continue to fight, the sword may be destroyed and people will die.

"You're looking for a dead end, the Ninth Princess will fall in love with this man who can't control himself." Qin Haotian smiled contemptuously, wishing that Sun Aijian would destroy everyone with his sword, and he would lose a powerful competitor.

He turned around and smiled at the blue-clothed young man beside him, "Xiaoyaohou, this time you've been mistaken too!"

Xiaoyaohou shook his folding fan lightly, smiled but did not answer.

"In order to show my respect to you, I will not show mercy in this battle." Bai Jianfei looked at Sun Aijian with admiration, and said seriously.

Sun Aijian smiled freely, "It's exactly what I want."

Only with a full-strength fight can the Canjian shine its light.

Rumble!
Bai Jianfei's ancient sword slashed out again, extremely fierce, the sky-filled sword intent condensed on the sword body, and cut out a white line that traversed the void.

Sun Aijian rolled up the rusty iron sword to meet Bai Jianfei's ancient sword.

His sword is extremely slow, unlike swordsmanship, it is chaotic!
"Hoho-"

The twin swords did not provoke a shocking collision as everyone expected.

Sun Aijian's iron sword seemed limp and weak, sticking to Feng Leng's ancient sword and drawing it out, it made a "hoo hoo" sound like sharpening a sword!

laugh!
Gu Jian left a sword mark on Sun Aijian's left arm, blood spattering.

But Sun Aijian didn't retreat, the iron sword followed the ancient sword like a shadow and drew out.

Hoo hoo - hoo hoo - hoo hoo -

There is no shocking sword intent collision.

There is no dazzling sword light.

There is no raging sword energy.

In an instant, the two exchanged dozens of swords.

Sun Aijian's body was already covered with sword marks, like a bloody man.

Every time the iron sword in his hand slashed across the ancient sword, the rust on it fell off a bit, and gradually began to regain its luster.

Everyone was dumbfounded and horrified in their hearts!
Sun Aijian actually used Bai Jianfei's ancient sword as a sharpening stone, ignoring his own injuries, and had to sharpen his iron sword again and again.

They stared at the iron sword with bated breath, and seemed to have a kind of anticipation in their hearts, looking forward to the moment when the iron sword would be sharpened and shine!
"Hmph, before the sword is sharpened, the blood will be drained first." Qin Haotian watched Sun Aijian sharpen his sword, feeling depressed and irritable, and let out a heavy cold snort.

Among a mountain peak, Shang Jiuge stood alone on the rock, silently looking at the scarred Sun Aijian on the ring.

The mountain peak was slightly cold, blowing her hair in disorder.

Her heart is also a little cold.

He left Jianzong without looking back that day.

But in the end I was reluctant.

If his sword is destroyed today, he will take one last look at him.

hiss-

The iron sword slashed across the ancient sword, splashing sparks, a cold light flashed under the scorching sun, and it didn't stop, leaving a scratch on Bai Jianfei's left arm.

The scratches were very shallow, with only tiny blood oozing.

But this is the first time Sun Aijian hurt Bai Jianfei.

The edge of the iron sword was stained with blood, and a strange red light flashed past.

Bai Jianfei frowned, the fighting intent in his eyes became stronger and stronger, and the momentum of his sword soared.

"The Thirteen Swords of Killing Gods."

Terrifying sword energy intertwined, and a terrifying sword light erupted!

Bai Jianfei strikes across the sky with one sword after another, with the power of one sword superimposed on another, all of which have the terrifying sword intent to destroy the void.

Sun Aijian almost only swung his sword instinctively, his sword seemed to be slashing across a millstone.

"Hoohoo————"

The extremely slow iron sword also became swift as lightning along with the Thirteen God Slaughter Swords, causing bursts of sound when it was drawn across the ancient sword.

Every time it was swiped, a large piece of rust on the iron sword fell off.

Thirteen swords, sharpened thirteen times.

The iron sword suddenly burst into red light.

Canggu, fiery sword intent soared into the sky.

Sun Aijian closed his eyes tightly, holding the scarlet sword horizontally, like a dragon swimming in the sea, flying around Bai Jian and slashing out a sword.

clang - clang - clang -

Bai Jianfei's ancient sword blocked left and right, but the scarlet sword followed him like a golden snake wrapped around silk, leaving sword marks on his body constantly.

The speed of the two was getting faster and faster, and everyone was dazzled. Only some monsters with extreme sword skills could catch their figures with the trajectory of their sword intent.

Others only saw the rapid collision of a white sword glow and a scarlet sword glow, arousing the power of the chain of swordsmanship, which contained vast and monstrous power.

boom--

After half a column of incense.

The storm of sword intent subsided.

Bai Jianfei was banned from leaving the ring.

And Sun Aijian also fell down straight, the blood on his body was almost drained.

The world fell into silence.

There was silence all around.

Many people can't see exactly what happened, but the results have been revealed.

this battle.

Sun Aijian, win!
Shang Jiuge's body trembled uncontrollably, and excitedly flew down from the mountain to Sun Aijian's side, squatting down and hugging him in his arms.

"I can only love you from now on."

Sun Aijian grinned and reached out to caress Shang Jiuge's tear-stained cheek.

His name is Sun Aijian, he only loved Jian before, and now he only loves her.

He already owed her too much, and he needed to spend his whole life to make up for it.

Shang Jiuge covered the bloody hand he was caressing on his face, tears couldn't stop flowing, he picked up the unconscious Sun Aijian and left the ring.

Qin Haotian's eyes were cold, his fists were clenched tightly, burning with jealousy.

No one expected that Sun Aijian would turn defeat into victory, using Bai Jianfei as a sharpening stone to sharpen his natal sword - Chihong.

His grindstone swordsmanship made all the evildoers who saw Bai Jianfei's defeat terrified.

Once entangled, it is impossible to break free like a phantom.

Once injured, it will slowly be wounded by sword after sword.

The first game of the top six came to an end.

Everyone looked at the empty arena, and couldn't help turning their eyes to the protagonists of the second round - Chu Kuang and Jiang Yun!

(End of this chapter)