Chapter 1159

Tu San Jian's smile converged.

The sweat on the forehead of the monk who opened his mouth to lift the sword came down.

"You're fine." Tu San Jian stares at the Friar and says word by word.

Just as the friar was about to say something, a sword light flashed by, and one of the Friar's arms was cut off.

"Go away."

The friar ran away in a hurry.

"Get out of here." Tu San Jian looks around coldly.

The friars all around scattered.

"Butcher three swords." Just then a cold voice sounded in the air.

Tu San Jian's eyes narrowed.

How many young people dare to call him that way?

As Tu San Jian saw the visitor, he was stunned and said, "Zhou Wanjun."

Zhou Wanjun stood up with his sword and said, "Tu San Jian, I'll challenge you."

"You are not my match." Tu San Jian stood up, hunting in a black robe. "Where's your son?"

The corner of Zhou Wanjun's mouth could not help but show a radiance, "do you want to challenge my childe?"

"Not bad."

"Tu San Jian, can you fight better than me?" Zhou Wanjun said that there were two light wings behind him. The next moment, Zhou Wanjun's figure disappeared in the same place. When Zhou Wanjun reappeared, he was already in front of Tu San Jian.

Tu Sanjian's fighting instinct developed over the years made him cut a sword in an instant.

What Tu San Jian didn't expect was that Zhou Wanjun didn't dodge and let the sword be chopped on his own body.

But the next scene surprised Tu Sanjian.

As soon as Tu San Jian's sword was cut on Zhou Wanjun, the glass light appeared on her body, and the glass light turned into an indestructible boundary, firmly protecting Zhou Wanjun.

Tu San Jian's sword can only pierce a few centimeters, and then it is difficult to move forward.

When Tu Sanjian exclaimed, the dagger in Zhou Wanjun's hand stabbed at TU Sanjian's heart.

At the same time, Zhou Wanjun retreated to the rear.

Tu Sanjian stares at the dagger that pierces the surface of his skin. He doesn't know what to say.

How could she not know that Zhou Wanjun was being merciful to herself?

"How could you be so good?" A moment later, Tu Sanjian looks up at Zhou Wanjun.

"Because the magic power that I used just now was taught to me by my childe

"Your childe taught you two magic powers?" Tu San Jian said in surprise.

Tu San Jian knows the art of casting.

But at the same time, she also knew that the art of irrigation would affect the nature of the Immortal King.

Therefore, few immortal kings can cast the technique of irrigation.

Ye Hao gave Zhou Wanjun two magical powers.

"More than two."

"What do you say?"

"There's another sword trick."

"Is Ye Hao crazy?"

"Don't worry about it." Zhou Wanjun said that he took a sword flower path here. "Everyone says that once you kill the third sword, even the giants of the same level can defeat you. Therefore, you can't be defeated unless you disturb your fighting rhythm, right?"

"Yes."

"Then I'll give you a chance to use your third sword." When talking about this, Zhou Wanjun threw his sword into the air. Then he held an ancient seal in his hands. At the moment of printing and shaping, a magic sword with amazing light appeared around him.

Looking at the magic sword, Tu San Jian's expression became dignified.

He felt the edge of the sword.

This sharp edge is extremely terrible.

"The first sword." As soon as Tu San Jian's voice fell, the immortal sword in his hand turned into a sword pillar of ten Zhang in size. This sword pillar exuded an endless sense of strictness. From a distance, the monks in the field had a kind of timid impulse.

As the two sides collide, a wave of terror spreads around.

The friars around one by one suddenly changed color and fled around one after another.

After more than ten breaths, Zhou Wanjun's sword was broken. Without the help of that sword, the sword pillar was cut away with its amazing power.

"This is what Zhou Wanjun said Ye Hao's sword formula inherited by the technique of pouring the top?"

"It doesn't live up to its name, does it?"

"It seems to be a lot different from Tu San Jian's sword formula?" When these friars did not know why, they saw an unforgettable scene in their life.

One sword after another appeared around Zhou Wanjun.

In a short breath, thousands of Dharma swords appeared.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Tu San Jian's face became ugly when he saw one sword after another.The sword pillar cut by Tu San Jian was broken by a merciless earthquake without even insisting on a breath time.

Because this sword pillar faces dozens of Dharma swords at the same time.

"The second sword." Tu San Jian said in a deep voice.

This time, the sword column cut by Tu San Jian is a hundred Zhang sword pillar.

It's more than twice as powerful as the previous sword column.

But this sword pillar also did not insist on even one breath.

Why?

Because this sword pillar faces hundreds of Dharma swords at the same time.

"The third sword." Tu San Jian said with red eyes.

It can be seen from Tu San Jian that Zhou Wanjun deliberately controlled the speed of the sword. Otherwise, if thousands of Dharma swords were sacrificed together, how could he have the chance to produce the third sword?

Zhou Wanjun gave himself a chance to play the third sword.

If you win, it's OK!

If you lose, it's a slap in the face.

When Tu Sanjian called out the third sword, the space in front of him collapsed. Then a huge tornado roared across the whole world, and the sound of sword chanting could be heard.

Kendo storm!

Looking at the constantly twisted Kendo storm, Zhou Wanjun's face did not change at all.

Even if it is strong, what can it do?

"Go ahead." Zhou Wanjun pointed to the Kendo storm and exclaimed.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Hundreds of Dharma swords turned into a series of training and rushed to the front. On the way, they turned into a golden sword.

This golden sword runs through the Kendo storm with a lightning speed.

At the moment of penetration, the Kendo storm seems to have lost its energy source and collapsed in an instant.

Looking at TU San Jian's eyes, the golden sword rushing towards him, looks desperate.

Even though the energy of the golden sword has been damaged a lot, the remaining energy can still kill yourself.

Just as Tu San Jian died, the golden sword turned and stabbed at the boundless sky.

"Why not kill me?" Tu Sanjian looks at Zhou Wanjun.

"As I said before, I'm just looking for you to challenge me." Zhou Wanjun said faintly.

"Zhou Wanjun, I have to say that you choose to follow Ye Hao is the greatest creation in your life." Tu San Jian was silent for a while and sighed.

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