Chapter 201 The Strongest Sword Saint

As the two swordsmen in the No. 5 ring appeared on the stage, the other contestants retreated in an orderly manner. At this time, the audience found that the upcoming World War I was a little different. Crystal, crystal, crystal..." In the venue, the energy mask was opened.

"It's a holy battle!" Experienced people in the audience first shouted out that only when both sides of the competition are holy and strong can they enjoy this special treatment.

"It's too exaggerated. How many holy strong men are there in Bowen College?"

"These young people are amazing!"

The holy steps that frequently appear in the sacred flame competition are very stimulating these mainland warriors from all over the world.

Zou Qiong wore a white swordsman's robe today, with two sword eyebrows. Ling Li, dressed in a sword robe in blue, stood ten steps away from him. The two swordsmen did not squint and stared at each other coldly.

"Ling, you really didn't let me down." Although he was shocked by Ling Li's evil promotion speed, he did not dare to show it at all, at least to suppress the arrogant swordsman in momentum. No, it should be a swordsman now. But he does have his arrogant capital.

Ling Li smiled and said, "I guess you must regret it now. You regret that you didn't kill me with a sword at the beginning."

Zou Qiong smiled fiercely and said, "Huh! Out of the wild words. I could have killed you with a sword, and today is no exception.

"Do you remember what I said to you at the beginning?"

"What are you talking about?"

"No matter what choice you made at the beginning, you will regret it. Because next year's today is your memorial day. A contemptuous smile appeared on Ling Wei's face, which deeply stung Zou Qiong's arrogant heart.

"Stop talking nonsense and use your sword. Ling Wei. Let me see how far you have been in the past two months. With a sound, the silver sword around his waist was pulled out by Zou Qiong.

Ling Li shook his head, and the dark light flashed, and the sword of darkness was already in his hand.

"What's wrong with the two of them? They seem to have deep hatred?"

"That's right, that's right. What's wrong with senior Zou Qiong? He seems to have changed.

"Yes, yes. Why does he look a little anxious? He is a swordsman and was promoted last year. Even if his opponent is a swordsman, he shouldn't be like this. It's too out of position. Is there a secret?"

"Don't guess, senior Zou Qiong is the strongest. In the third grade, he entered the top ten of the sacred flame list and ranked eighth. Now that the older generation has graduated, and now Senior Zou is the strongest swordsman in Bowen College! It's up to him to get ahead in the swordsman college this year.

Zou Gong's fans gathered in the first row of the audience and were fiercely discussing Zou Gong's abnormal state.

"He also deserves to be the strongest?" The man in black stood on the edge of the railing with his hands on his chest. Hearing the words of a group of children behind him, he couldn't help asking back.

"Who are you? How dare you question senior Zou Qiong. Although Zou Qiong's character is not good, he also has a group of loyal fans with talent and strength that ordinary people can't reach.

The man's long dark hair has been around his waist. He turned his head and showed a angular face. My name?" The man seemed to talk to himself. It seems that I can't remember it anymore!"

"He's a psychopath, let's ignore him."

"Oh..." The man in black smiled self-deprecatingly and turned his head again. He is very old and still cares about this kind of problem with a group of children. Ha ha, if they hadn't randomly crowned the title of "the strongest swordsman" on a young man in his twenties who looks impetuous, he wouldn't have cared about it so much.

"Uncle, what's your name?" The sweet voice made the man in black shake slightly. He was about to say, "The name is just a symbol, not important, not important." But I saw a face that made him unforgettable.

The man was stunned, looking at the familiar and strange, hostile pretty face in front of him, and the sword held on his chest unconsciously slipped down.

Ling Hui, who is smart and discerning, has long found that this strange man in black is a little unusual, or she found that this man's strength can be ranked in the top three of all the people she has seen so far. He is better than the little demon!

"Uncle Carlisle." The little demon holding Ling Hui's little hand saw the man's appearance, and excited light flashed in his eyes. She never thought she would see this man in black here.

Caral's face showed a kind smile that only he had for the little demon, and then looked at Ling Hui with some fear.

"Califorus, known as the 'strongest swordsman'?" Ling Hui smiled gracefully and said the identity of the man in black.

A faint sweat oozed from Carlyle's back, but his face was calm. He said, "I don't dare to be the strongest, but some people are raised high. What's this girl's name?"

Ling Hui said to himself that he seemed to be very familiar with the little demon and should not be here to deal with his brother. So he put away his hostility and said with a sweet smile, "Uncle Carlisle is so modest."

"Do you call me uncle?" Carlisle made a big uproar in her heart. What's wrong with her? Have you forgotten it? Or is she no longer the same?

Ling Hui took the little demon's hand and said with a smile, "You are the uncle of the little demon sister. Naturally, you are Huier's uncle. My name is Ling Hui!"

She is Ling Hui! Why didn't the adult mention this when he sent me here? She obviously knows it! Carlisle felt Ling Hui's hostility dissipate and was slightly relieved. I thought, what's the matter? I'm the first swordsman in the mainland, and I'm afraid that she is such a little girl. Is it just because she looks like her very much?

Carlisle nodded silently and couldn't see anything unusual. He said to the little demon, "Your excellency will go back to the wolf mountain first. She asked her to protect you before she went. Of course, there are still some things for me to do.

"Auntie left the little demon again." The little demon's voice sounded pitiful, but she was not as helpless as when she was left in Qushan for the first time. Because now she has many friends around her.

"Look, the game has begun." A voice put all attention into the game, and Carlisle was no exception. He wanted to see what was special about this boy who was valued by adults and called the descendant of Ling Yan.

In the No. 5 ring, the figures of Ling Yu and Zou Qiong blurred at the same moment. The speed of the swordsman is unmatched by other professions. In their opinion, it can only be regarded as a warm-up method, and the general strength of ordinary strong people have already been dazzled. I only saw a white and cyan shadow in the center of the venue, shuttled back and forth and crossed. Occasionally, there is a burst of strong light, which is caused by the collision of weapons and power.

"Yan Guang Zhan!" In the face of the battle of life and death, Zou Qiong did not dare to hold on at all. Driven by his full strength, Zou Qiong exerted 120 percent of his energy.

In the rapid movement, Zou Qiong found Ling's position and rushed over. The silver-white sword body brought a hot sword spirit, and a faint golden light flashed out.

Ling Li sneered, and he didn't like this low-level sword skill at all.

"Samsung." Three consecutive blue sword flowers were pulled out, and the buzzing sound burst open the air.

"Oh, my God, advanced sword skills!" Many warriors who saw Ling Li's battle for the first time couldn't help shouting out their voices. Many martial artists can't get advanced sword skills for the rest of their lives!

Carlisle smiled and said to himself, is this boy's self-created swordsmanship? It's interesting. But this sword skill is too weak.

With a loud bang, the shock wave generated by the collision of the swordsman's skills made the whole ring burst.

"Continue the game!" The referee carried the sound wave fighting spirit and spread the sound all over the court.

The two stood face to face again, with long hair and a javelin-like straight body standing still in the wind. In a black three-foot sword in his left hand, a little starlight slowly rose from the hilt of the sword and went straight to the tip of the sword.

Zou Qiong's face became more gloomy, and his tentative contact with Ling Yu made him have to admit a fact. This arrogant guy who threatened to kill himself in two months is no longer under his own strength!

"Hmm, you're too young to take my life." Zou Qiong smiled gidly, and his body blurred again. In an instant, with Ling Wei as the center, it formed a white circle.

"The Red Flame Secret of the Seven Souls!" The loud voice came from all directions, and the white shadows in a circle became clear one by one. Seven directions, seven swordsmen appear!

"Oh, my God, senior Zou Qiong actually used his unique trick from the beginning!"

"The secret of the red flame of the seven evil spirits?" Ling Yu has never seen such sword skills, but feels that the seven shadows that appear like a split are a little strange.

"Which one is true?" Ling Li controlled the sensitive power in his body and spread around like tentacles, while feeling it carefully. The feedback he received was that eight of them were true!

How can there be such sword skills in the world? Last year, he made it into the top ten of the sacred flame list with this move. Ling Wei didn't have time to think much about it. Seven swordsmen attacked him at the same time. Ling Wei was surprised to find that these seven sword saints not only had different bodies, but also their strength did not look weaker than the previous Zou Gong!

seven-in-one? Sure enough, there is a proud capital.

Ling Tian raised his dark sword and flew to the sky and dodged the must-kill blow. He jumped dozens of feet! Until the highest point, the whole person turned around and the golden king's oath sword was taken out.

The two swords crossed, and his whole body rotated down like a top. Stupid brother's swordsmanship!" Ling Wei is very depressed. Every time he uses this sword skill, Ling Hui's sweet voice will appear in his mind. As a result, he has a shadow on this set of sword skills that he was originally very proud of, and it is generally not easy to use.

Ling Li's whole body is wrapped in blue wind energy. At his arms, the golden light and dark black light reflect each other, which makes people dare not despise it at a glance.

The sound of "Zizi" sound burst out again.

"Another advanced swordsmanship!" Even Carlisle was a little surprised. In his opinion, Ling's technique was still a little astringent, which only a self-created swordsmanship could happen.

Ling's body rotated down quickly like a top, and the seven Zou Qiong raised their silver swords at the same time and shouted loudly, "Yan Guangzhan!" A fire dragon the size of a train soared from the tip of the sword of the seven sword saints, and the ferocious dragon's mouth opened wide, and a dragon breath that even steel was about to melt out. A faint black space crack was torn open and hit the Ling Li in the sky!

Seven swordsmen with a full blow? The power is comparable to the holy sword skill!

To whom will the balance of victory tilt?