C941 It was impossible for a Deity to lose!

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"Sword intent!" I feel a hint of sword intent! "

"This Gong Bendahe touched the threshold of sword intent? "This!"

Some of the sect leaders were visibly moved. Their eyes were filled with amazement, but most of them were filled with admiration, envy, and jealousy!

Perhaps ordinary people could only see such strength with the naked eye, but these martial artists could completely feel it. True Sword Truth was the truth of the universe. Once it was comprehended, one would be invincible and stand at the peak of the world!

At the same time, everyone was shocked by Gong Bendahe's talent in the Martial Dao. No one in the world had touched the threshold of sword intent, yet Gong Bendahe had already stepped forward.

The gaze she used to look at Gong Bendahe had gone from jealousy and hate, to fear and panic.

"Can the Zhang Sha Shen still do it?" Quite a number of warriors whispered in discussion.

"Although the Zhang Sha Shen's movement technique is unrivalled, and can fly straight up to the clouds, I do not know if the blade and sword techniques can compete with this Gong Bendahe for what reason, or why the heavens do not even give China the chance!" Although the Green Mountain Sect's Sect Leader knew that Zhang Dongcheng was strong, he still lamented in his heart when he faced Gong Bendahe, as if he was unwilling to give up even if he died.

Jing Xiaoya and Deng Weiwei's beautiful faces were also pale white, their hearts at a loss.

In the middle of the audience, the Chinese warriors were silent, while the Fu Sang martial artists were wild with joy. The breath that Zhang Dongcheng had suppressed could finally be uttered out.

"Lord Sword Saint Gong! "Class!"

"Great Empire, liner!"

"A great empire with a long period of martial arts fortune. Let these stupid brutes witness the power of our Empire's martial artists!"

In a short moment, over a thousand people were shouting, and the entire empire's godly voice boomed, causing the emperor to feel dizzy and dizzy.

However, he was still overjoyed. He looked at Zhang Dongcheng smugly and laughed, "Hahaha, this time, more than two million of us Empire's Heroic Spirits saw this, and our Empire still overcame them!"

The Chinese warriors were worried for Zhang Dongcheng. The Japanese warriors were excited to be able to suppress Zhang Dongcheng, but Cang Jingyamei looked at him with a determined look.

Along the way, Cang Jingyamei followed Zhang Dongcheng, saw too much slaughter and pressure, and with the strength of Zhang Dongcheng, not a single person in this world could resist him. After merely four or five days of following him, Cang Jingyamei had comprehended quite a few martial skills from the time he attacked, and her strength had also improved by leaps and bounds.

In her heart, Zhang Dongcheng was a god.

However, it was impossible for the gods to lose!

Rumble rumble rumble!

Just when the evil spirit martial artists were screaming nonstop and the Chinese martial artists were stunned into silence, a strong wind began to blow on the arena. A momentum that could be seen with the naked eye surged out like the waves of a great river, endlessly fluctuating!

Gong Bendahe slowly pulled out the katana at his waist, and autumn water appeared in the midst of the night. It was cold and bright, and unforgettable.

His saber was called the 'Village Head'!

In the history of Fu Sang, this was a sword that made people's faces change. It was the main character of the Demonic Saber Village!

Murakami, one of Japan's most famous knives.

It was about a hundred years between the middle and the beginning of Miyako, when the Japanese were in the turbulent times of the Warring States Period, and there was a great demand for Japanese swords.

The village was producing only the best knives that could be used in actual combat.

Perhaps it was because it was too sharp, but when it reached the River Family's era it began to have the titles of "Evil Sword" and "Demon Saber", and was avoided by the people of the world.

The reason why it was called the "Demonic Knife" was because of the Forbidden Knife.

First of all, his grandfather, Matsumoto, was hacked by his retainer from his right shoulder all the way to the left side of his stomach while he was fighting the Jiutian family.

Then, his father, Pingzhong, was cut in the thigh with a knife, also in the village.

Later, the son of the son of the son, Xin Kang, was hooked up with the Wu family and killed himself, again in the village!

Then, in Guan Yuan's battle, it was De Chuanjiakang's turn to cut his finger.

Therefore, De Chuanjiakang loathed the village, and denounced it as a sign of "bad luck." He ordered the village to be abolished and not allowed to be used. The swordsmen were deemed to have despised the Mu Clan and were sentenced to death.

Right now, Gong Bendahe was using the first generation village head, the Thousand Sons Village Head!

This was an extremely ominous blade!

"Killing a Divine Lord to open a world within the empire means that you have the confidence to do so. However, your confidence will become a laughingstock in front of everyone today!"

Gong Bendahe's expression did not change as he spoke coldly. He raised the village in his hand and pointed at Zhang Dongcheng.

A peerless killing intent rushed out from his body and firmly locked onto Zhang Dongcheng. It was as if it could topple mountains and overturn the seas as it pressed towards Zhang Dongcheng.

This domineering aura caused everyone to be speechless, this suffocating and desperate invincible killing intent caused the surrounding martial artists to feel a chill down their spines, none of them daring to stop it.

"Hehe, it is true that whoever becomes the laughingstock is destined to become the laughingstock. It is just that you do not know about it!" Zhang Dongcheng laughed indifferently, with his hands behind his back, he slowly walked towards Gong Bendahe.

With that step, the overflowing killing intent from Zhang Dongcheng's body clashed with Gong Bendahe's killing intent.

The ground began to tremble violently like an earthquake. Small cracks appeared one after another like a spider web, causing many to retreat in horror.

"This killing intent is truly worthy of being called the god of death, it is truly terrifying! It looks like he has not only killed two thousand Empire's warriors. "

Gong Bendahe was bewildered, but recovered his composure and spoke to Zhang Dongcheng with a serious tone, "I represent the Empire, you represent China. Don't blame me for not showing mercy in today's battle!"

"Don't worry, not only will I show you mercy and defeat you in a moment, I will also save you and give you another chance to challenge me!" Zhang Dongcheng said indifferently, as though defeating Gong Bendahe was a piece of cake, as if it was a perfectly justified thing.

"Arrogant!" Zhang Sha Shen, I respect you as a warrior, that's why I called you God Slayer. If I didn't respect you, you would be like a pig, an ox, a sheep, only fit to be a beast that I slaughtered! "

Gong Bendahe was furious, his eyes suddenly opened wide, releasing countless of light aura into the surroundings, he gritted his teeth and snorted: "You are killing so many people in such a sacred land of my empire, you have taken more than 2,000 lives! You ran amok, and you think you are invincible. You are so arrogant, and yet you do not know your place! "

"Today, I am going to avenge the blood hatred of more than two thousand Fusang Warriors in the Empire's Divine Land! Your head shall be used as a memorial to the fallen warriors of the empire! "