Chapter 869: Sword God Land Pressure

Chapter 869: Sword God Land Pressure

The fierce sword qi broke through the sky, and its brilliant sword light got closer and closer.

If this sword light falls, it will be the time when the flowing leaves fall.

Looking at the figure that was getting closer and closer, Liuye suddenly chuckled, and this laughter seemed so loud at this moment.

"I admit defeat!" Raising his head, Liuye looked at the old man in the void and chuckled, the smile on the corner of his mouth was still so indifferent, so calm.

The words were still floating, and the sword slashed down from top to bottom, and when it was about to touch the flowing leaves, the sword light quietly dispersed.

Holding the long sword tightly, Huang Ming found that he could no longer take a step forward, and the sword in his hand could not fall, and an invisible energy stopped his attack.

In front of him was Liuye's smiling face, and at this moment, Liuye was looking at Huang Mingxiao.

"Admit defeat!" Huang Ming said this word with great difficulty, he didn't expect this guy to admit defeat.

Since Zongbi, no one has ever conceded defeat above Zongbi, and even if he loses miserably, he will not admit defeat.

But the person in front of him actually admitted defeat, and for a while, the surroundings fell silent in vain, and everyone looked at Liuye in disbelief.

"What you said just now was wrong, neither of us can sleep here forever!" got up, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and chuckled.

In the face of failure, Liuye also faced it with a smile and calmly faced failure.

"As a swordsman, there is only life and death, and there is no such thing as admitting defeat?"

"This is a battle for glory, are you so easy to admit defeat?" When he swung that sword, Huang Ming was extremely confident that he could kill Liuye.

But just one sentence from Liuye dissolved that sword and disintegrated the killing intent, and the contrast between them could not be ignored after all.

Gently flicking the tip of the sword, Liuye looked at Huang Ming, who was gradually going crazy in front of him, and chuckled: "You don't understand, even if you continue, I can't defeat you!"

"It's worth dying too, dying in your hands, it's not worth it!" Raising the corners of his mouth, Liuye raised his sword, pointed at the void, and said lightly: "Life is very long, I didn't keep the glory today, but I can continue to protect it with a long life!"

"In this battle, the disciples of the Sword God Sect automatically admit defeat, and the Tianhua Sect wins!" the old man glanced at Liuye meaningfully, and said slowly.

For a while, tens of thousands of eyes fell on Liuye, and they asked themselves if they could face failure so indifferently like Liuye.

Under the watchful eye, Liuye turned around, and his long hair flew up.

"Maybe I don't understand, but I know that some things have to be guarded by life, and what if they fail, at least they will be bright!" Looking at the fading figure, Huang Ming whispered.

"At least, I've been brilliant today!" "Liuye chuckled, and he laughed that no one understood.

When he stepped on this stage, he went out with the heart of death, the heart of death, but the result was a little weak.

However, Liuye also knows a word, and he deserves to die. After taking a few steps, Liuye suddenly stopped, turned around, and chuckled again: "Have you heard a story?"

"Story?" Huang Ming couldn't see through the man standing in the snowstorm.

"Once upon a time, two horse lovers raced together, and one of the horses was extremely strong and could be called the best horses, while one man had only two or three good horses. ”

"They race horses in five races, and it stands to reason that the winner should be the first, but the result is the opposite, and the winner is the second!"

At this point, Liuye said no more, shrugged his shoulders, turned around, and walked towards the path he had come from with his sword.

When he came, his pace was gentle, and when he returned, his steps were the same.

Looking at the figure that was hidden by the wind and snow, Huang Ming understood a little, and looked at the location of Tianhua Sect quite helplessly, and also turned around and walked with his sword.

In this battle, he Huang Ming won, but Huang Ming knew that he was also defeated at the beginning.

Holding the sword, Liuye stepped on the steps again, put away the long sword, and whispered: "I walked back, but I didn't keep the glory!"

Seeing Liuye return unharmed, Han Jian and the others were relieved, while Lu Jian looked at Liuye with deep meaning and whispered: "That story is very good!"

"So, you have to win back the share I lost!" "Liuye chuckled, crouched down, and continued to clean up Han Jian's injuries.

Han Jian's injuries were extremely serious, and eye-catching sword marks covered his body.

"That's nature, the last battle, you must not lose!" Holding the long sword, Lu Jian chuckled, got up, and Lu Quan's eyes drifted to the platform.

The fifth disciple of the Tianhua Sect was already standing on the platform with a sword, and compared to the previous Huang Ming, this person's strength was a little worse.

"At least it won't make your efforts go to waste, will it?" Lu Jian bent his eyes, took out a bottle of medicinal powder and handed it to Liuye, and then got up and walked towards the platform with his sword.

"This battle, I will win!" With the mentality of victory, Lu Jian stepped on the void, and invisible spatial ripples spread out at the soles of his feet, and a terrifying momentum erupted on Lu Quan's body.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and before it could fall above the land pressure, it was bounced away by an invisible force.

Holding the sword, every time he took a step, the momentum on Lu Quan's body was stronger, and among the five people, Han Jian was the strongest, followed by Lu Quan.

The general trend of the Sword God Gate also condensed out on Lu Quan's body, and under the backdrop of this general trend, Lu Jian was like a mortal god, and endless sword qi came out around him.

"This battle will be won!" Lu Jian whispered, the long sword in his hand shook in vain, and endless battle intent permeated Lu Quan's body.

When Lu Jian stepped on the platform, his momentum had completely reached its peak, the momentum of the peak of the second layer of soul martial arts.

The cold wind swept up the snow all over the ground, and the snow sprinkled out again, but this snow couldn't cover Lu Quan's figure, couldn't cover Lu Quan's battle intent, and couldn't cover up the general trend of the Sword God Gate.

Feeling this general trend, Qing Jue secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and said softly: "The sleeping dragon will take off one day!"

"Because the dragon has awakened, it won't be too long for it to take off!" Hearing this, Jue Lin chuckled: "The Sword God Sect will definitely rise again, I am convinced!"

"Sword God Gate!" Xuan Jian whispered, raised his head again, and the hesitation in his eyes disappeared, replaced by firmness: "The Sword God Gate will definitely rise again!"

"The Blue Dragon Clan and the White Tiger Clan have both returned to the Sword God Sect, so how can the Xuanwu Clan, as one of the four ancient clans, lag behind you!"

"The Xuanwu Clan will also return to the Sword God Sect!" Xuanblade's tone gradually became firm.

Hearing this, Jue Lin and Qing Jue both chuckled, with the words Xuanzhi, they knew that the Xuanwu clan would definitely return to the Sword God Sect.

At that time, with the strength of the four ancient clans, the Sword God Sect was also enough to squeeze into the ranks of the second-rate top sects.

Countless eyes gathered on the platform again, and it was rare that the competition between the disciples of the Immortal Sect attracted the attention of the audience for the first time.

The disciple of the Tianhua Sect holding the sword felt the terrifying general trend on his body, and his breath was slightly rapid, and he suddenly used his true qi to resist this general trend of the Sword God Sect.

"Tianhua Sect Huang Hua!" the Tianhua Sect disciple shouted with his sword, and at the same time, a terrifying momentum poured out of his body, dissolving the coercion brought by the general trend on Lu Quan's body.

The sound wave spread, turning into a solid sound wave and hitting the void around the land pressure.

"Sword God Lu Press!" his eyes raised slightly, Lu Press said lightly, the snow slashed across the tip of the sword, and its long sword qi bubbled out on it, shattering the snow all over the ground.

Before the two of them took out their swords, their sword intent condensed out in the sky above the two of them, and the sword intent was illusory!

"Sword name Jianhong!" Huang Hua whispered, endless battle intent condensed out of him, and his sword qi suddenly transformed into an endless chill permeating him.

"Good sword!" Lu Jian glanced at the sword weapon, and on the sword, he felt a piercing chill.

Lu Pressure also raised his long sword, the three-foot Qingfeng loomed in the wind and snow, the sword qi condensed on the side, and Lu Pressure said lightly: "The name of the sword is suppressed!"

His gaze condensed, and Huang Hua also felt a shocking coercion in Lu Quan's sword, which was Lu Quan's sword intent.

"Good sword!" Huang Hua said lightly, his long arm shook, and the long sword bloomed into a brilliant sword shadow, and this sword shadow suddenly took on the form of an ice flower, which was extremely weird.

And with Huang Hua's movements, the endless ice aura between heaven and earth gathered in vain and merged into the sword shadow.

"The sword was originally dead, but because it was intentional, it was alive!" Huang Hua's body gradually turned into nothingness, and its countless sword shadows condensed together, forming a sword intent phantom.

But as Huang Hua stabbed out with a sword, this sword intent phantom shattered in vain, turning into petals, like falling snowflakes, each petal was filled with terrifying sword intent.

"Sword Flower!" Huang Hua's low groan rang out, and in an instant, countless petals surged towards Lu Press.

In the void, countless petals are filled, and looking at it, this scene looks extremely beautiful.

The sword was originally a killing weapon, but the person who made the sword used the sword to depict the beauty of the world, like a pen in the hand of a painter.

The sword varies from person to person, just like the sword of Lu Press, his sword is to suppress, suppress the heavens, and suppress the gods and Buddhas of the heavens.

Countless ice flowers bloomed in vain all around, and Lu Jian was in it, a green shirt hunting, his face was indifferent, he raised his sword, pointed at the sky, and the sword intent exploded in an instant.

"Sword name suppression, suppress the heavens!" Lu Pressure's sword slashed down from top to bottom, the sword moved at will, and when this sword fell, the petals that surged out shattered one after another.

A terrifying coercion spread out, suppressing Huang Hua's sword intent, and also suppressing the countless petals.

Stepping on the ice flower, Lu Pressure carried his back with his left hand, held a sword in his right hand, and stepped forward unhurriedly.

Depressed raised his head, looking at the flying snow, and the figure and sword under the snow, his thoughts drifted to the distant past.

A long time ago, depressed knew Lu Press, at that time, they were still young, and they were still in the era of youth and frivolity.

I remember at that time, Lu Jian said: "Depressed, what is your sword made of?"

Depressed and silent, Lu Jian smiled and said firmly: "My sword is suppression, one day, I will represent the Sword God Gate to suppress the evil in the world and suppress the heavens!"

For the sake of this young sentence, depressed knew that Lu Jian had knelt on the sword path and learned the sword for three years!

"His sword, I saw the figure of the ancestor!" Feng Ge groaned, looking at the gradually blurred figure, Feng Ge may have understood that sentence.

Each sword has its own story, and the swordsman uses the sword in his hand to tell that story