Chapter 179 Lotus Sword

Zhao Jingtian and the four left quickly, and a light brown shadow appeared dimly beside Cheng Yaokun until Wei Zimin's clear face appeared: "This boy is looking at my face and let you go. He knew that killing you would offend me, so he wouldn't want to come out of the mysterious kingdom of heaven alive. It's really not easy for this boy to judge the situation in an instant!"

Cheng Yaokun looked angry and his body kept trembling: "No matter what, I'm going to kill this boy!" He and I will never die!"

Wei Zimin hummed and said, "That guy is just your adopted son. If it were your own son, would you still send those garbage to protect him? Is it worth it to kill this boy for the sake of face?

Cheng Yaokun said coldly, "I didn't expect that our famous guard will also be scrupulous, hum!"

Wei Zimin ignored Cheng Yaokun's sarcasm and said lightly, "Do you think there will be no strong sect behind this kind of boy*? If he dies at our hands, he will kill him in the * sect of the Holy Kingdom, and the Tianjian Sect will be happy to see it happen.

Chen Yaokun lost his mind and said, "You want to..."

Wei Zimin asked, "What do you think? If he dies at the hands of Tianjian Sect, then we will stir up another stir up a fire, and don't worry that the boxers of the Holy Kingdom will not cross east and come to the Xuantian Kingdom to seek revenge. At that time...hum!"

Cheng Yaokun said, "In this case, why don't we kill him directly and blame Tianjianzong?"

Wei Zimin stared at Cheng Yaokun fiercely: "Are you an idiot? I can't take action directly. How much will it cost to send someone to kill him?

"What should I do?" Cheng Yaokun still felt a little unsent: "Can we only wait for Tian Jianzong to find this boy trouble?"

Wei Zimin is confident: "Wait. As soon as the news here comes out, many people will go to find the boy named Zhao Jingtian."

The streets that have just been fought are full of the bodies of swordsmen. Blood splashed on the ground as if it were free, and the ordinary people who came to clean it could not be washed clean. The whole city is full of bloody smells, which is disgusting.

What is more difficult to deal with is the bodies of that group of swordsmen. Some of them can still keep a whole body. Although their hearts or necks are broken, they can at least recognize who they are. And those swordsmen whose heads have been cut off really don't know which head belongs to which body.

Those citizens had to throw these bodies separated from their heads and bodies out of the city and let the swordsmen's relatives and friends claim them by themselves.

The citizens whose house was blown up because of the confrontation between Cheng Yaokun and Zhao Jingtian also wanted to cry without tears. Looking at their empty premises, they seemed to hear their hearts broken into countless pieces.

A shocking news came out of Ebony City. Hundreds of swordsmen were killed by two men and two women, and the leader of the four was a boxer of the Holy Kingdom!

In addition to this news, there is also a gossip. It is said that Song Jian, a younger brother of the master of the Dijian Gate, was also defeated by this young boxer named Zhao Jingtian. The boxer also threatened that the swordsman was just that, and his swordsmanship was much worse than boxing.

The last news is that the young man with Zhao Jingtian is Zhang Yan, the thousand-mile soul-chasing sword that has been missing for a long time. However, few people knew the news, and only Qinglanzong, the third swordsman of the Xuantian Kingdom, received the news.

Secretly, Qinglan sent out many masters and went in the same direction.

While some people were talking about Zhao Jingtian in the teahouse in Rong Yangcheng, a young man sitting in the corner silently left a silver coin and lifted the sword on the table and left.

Of course, Zhao Jingtian and the four people did not know the news about them. Whether it was true or false, it had spread to most of the Xuantian Kingdom, and they still followed the itinerary towards Biluo Lake. The next city is Rong Yangcheng.

As soon as the four people walked to the gate of Rong Yangcheng, a young man stopped them: "Which of you two is Zhao Jingtian?"

Zhao Jingtian and Zhang Yan looked at each other and smiled easily. Zhao Jingtian said, "This brother, I am Zhao Jingtian. I don't know why you blocked my way?"

The young man frowned: "I heard that you said that our swordsmen in Xuantian Kingdom are worse than your boxers?"

Zhao Jingtian's face also sank: "Who said this? I have never said such arrogant things!"

The young man bowed his head and thought thoughtfully. Soon, he raised his head again and stared at Zhao Jingtian tightly. That look is somewhat similar to Zhang Yan's when he was against the enemy: "Did you defeat the sword door pine sword?"

Zhao Jingtian did not deny: "Yes."

The young man brushed and pulled out his sword: "That's enough. Accept my challenge!"

Zhao Jingtian asked seriously, "Why?"

The young man made a challenge to the mysterious kingdom: "When you can defeat me, ask why. Lan Heng, a wave-level swordsman in the Xiatian Sword Sect.

Since it is a challenge for swordsmen at the same level, Zhao Jingtian naturally can't accept it. At this time, he represents all the boxers of the Holy Kingdom. If he refuses to fight, the face of the Boxers of the Holy Kingdom will naturally be lost by him.

"Good." Zhao Jingtian hugged his fist: "Zhao Jingtian, the wave-level boxer of the Holy Kingdom."

Lan Heng had a smile on the corner of his mouth, dragged his sword to the ground behind him, and quickly rushed to Zhao Jingtian. The sword with cold light scratched a deep mark on the ground, occasionally grinding with the stones on the ground, wiping up sparks.

Zhao Jingtian did not dare to hold it big. He would have put on the boxing gloves for a long time.

Since the other party knows that he has defeated the pine sword and still challenges himself with the cultivation of stepping on the waves, he must be fearless. The slightest contempt for his opponent may cause his own casualties, and Zhao Jingtian will never allow himself to make such a mistake.

When! Dang! Dang! ... Countless metal handover sounds, and I don't know how many rounds Lan Heng's sword and Zhao Jingtian's boxing have collided.

Many people watching the bustle in the distance can't see the two people clearly, but only see the scattered Mars. With the sound of metal handover, the confrontation between the two is not like a duel, but like a beautiful dance.

Zhao Jingtian thought to himself: "This boy is so strong! Not only is it fast, but also powerful!"

Zhao Jingtian fights with the swordsmen of Xuantian Kingdom. The general characteristics of these swordsmen are that they rely on their sword skills and speed, but they have never encountered swordsmen who can achieve pure strength such as Lan Heng. Even Song Jian and Cheng Yaokun are no stronger than Lan Heng in terms of strength.

As for Lan Heng's physique, even others who are not competing with him can see it. That dazzling five-color sword spirit is flying. What other physique can it have besides the five elements?

Zhang Yan hummed, "No wonder he dares to challenge his master. This guy is really too strong."

Yu Wenchan asked with a little malice, "If you are against him, can you beat him?"

Zhang Yan shook his head: "No. But if you let me assassinate him, there may be a chance."

Yu Wenchan shrugged her shoulders, did not say believe or believe, and put her eyes on the confrontation between the two again.

Lan Heng saw that Zhao Jingtian fell into passive defense, but he did not dare to despise it at all. Zhao Jingtian's speed was so fast that there was no embarrassment at all. It can be seen that Zhao Jingtian did not do his best.

"I'm going to force all his cards out." Lan Heng thought so, the sword in his hand shook, and a colorful sword spirit turned into a beautiful colorful lotus flower, shining Zhao Jingtian and flew over.

The people watching the battle in the distance exclaimed: "That man is Ling Lanheng, the young patriarch of Tianjianmen!"

Zhang Yan also lost his voice and shouted, "This boy is actually the young patriarch of Tianjianmen!"

Although Zhao Jingtian heard Zhang Yan's cry, his current mind is not about Lan Heng's identity, but on how to crack Lan Heng's sword skill.

"Only this boy can use the sword skills of the five elements of sword spirit at the same time, right?" Zhao Jingtian's mind flashed: "In this case, why don't I use the five elements of boxing to create my own boxing skills and compete with this boy?"

Between the lightning and flint, a strange set of boxing skills suddenly flashed in Zhao Jingtian's mind. Without hesitation, Zhao Jingtian dodged while using this set of boxing skills.

The same five-color fists bloomed from Zhao Jingtian's body, like a bright fireworks blooming in the night sky!