Chapter 511: Sword (1/2)
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The peak of the sword is shocking!
Sword festival, decisive battle, start!
Mu Xiongcai's magnificent majestic momentum directly triggered a jubilant feast that rang through the sky, and the audience shouted.
”Far son, far son!”
”Bloodboy, bloodboy.”
”Hey son, champion!”
...
The young and talented men from all walks of state have come to this sword festival, and they have also come for the most famous top evildoers.
After all, only a few characters entered the decisive battle.
The vast majority of people naturally become spectators, and support their optimistic talents to win the championship.
Who comes first?
Everyone's eyes began to glance at the teams of the major teams.
”Buzz ...”
Suddenly, a sharp invisible sword spread out from the team of Tongtian Sword Pavilion.
The hearts of the audience were slightly surprised, and saw a slender white man slowly step into the open space in the center in front.
The popularity is extraordinary and personable, and the momentum emanating from it is like a giant sword holding the sky straight into the sky.
”In the first battle, let's fight as the host Tiantong Sword Pavilion!”
The man in white raised his head, and the invisible sword made the air tremble with tremors.
...
”It's Jian Aonan!”
”Wow, Tianjiao is the first of its kind. It's still the master disciple of Muxiong Caige!”
”I didn't expect the first battle to appear.”
...
Jian Aonan!
Tianjiao's Seven Swords must also be the first of the Seven Swords!
Everyone was surprised, and the other party was one of several popular champions. I didn't expect to play in the first battle ... but I was relieved when I thought about it, after all, this is the Tongtian Sword Pavilion, as the host's territory. It is also necessary to win the first victory and the strength of Jiange.
”Is this the chief disciple of your Jiange?” Chu Hen asked casually, with a slight appreciation from Meiyu.
”Huh!” Mu Feng nodded, and said with great opinions, ”Mu Xiongcai's illegitimate child.”
”Right?”
Chu Chen, Luo Mengshang, and Yan Hanliu on the side were all stunned. Jian Aonan is Mu Xiongcai's illegitimate child. The news spread really well.
Mu Feng grunted coldly and didn't explain much.
...
”Who is playing against me?”
Jian Aonan's waist was straight and imposing.
Numerous high-level characters from the Tongtian Sword Pavilion nodded secretly, and many of Sword Pavilion's disciples showed some excitement.
The major team forces are secretly thinking about it. Jian Aonan played in the first battle. Who else would dare to take it apart from the three main boys?
However, immediately afterwards, the team of Taixiao City came out with a young figure with the same pride.
”Without Mu Yifeng, you have the courage to lead the sword!”
”Wow ...”
Tai Xiaocheng Mu Yifeng!
Many people on the field were excited. The opening of the first game with these two people was really surprising. But what I have to say is that the encounter between the two of them was highly anticipated.
”Mu Yifeng, win!”
”Jian Aonan, come on!”
...
The two sides are tens of meters apart. The invisible momentum from the two people splashed in the air and bumped into a dull sound.
The airflow between the two is abnormally chaotic, the atmosphere squeezes each other, and it seems that the space is a little distorted.
From the outset, such a sharp edge burst out.
A fierce battle was transmitted through the eyes of each of them.
”bass!”
Together with a crisp light groan, a silver-white sword flew out and fell into Jian Aonan's hands. The palm of the hand condensed, and a dark red thick light emerged from the body like a scorching flame. Out, and covered the sword body, instantly dipping the silver-white sword body into a dark red color ...
”Do you have any rules to mention!” Jian Aonan said in a deep voice.
Mu Yifeng smiled slightly, raised his hands slightly, and said, ”There are no rules, but I'm very interested in your title of” Sword Master ”.”
As soon as the words came out, the audience was noisy.
Mu Yifeng is really mad enough.
...
Jian Aonan's eyes flickered, and the sharp cold mang flashed.
”Well, if you win me, the title of Jian Jue is yours.”
”Buzz!”
As soon as the words fell, Jian Aonan's sword rose sharply, and he raised his hand and waved a sword. A red sword came out across it, covered with the momentum of the mountains and chopped off towards the other side.
Mu Yifeng stood up and leapt into the sky.
”Boom!”