Chapter 791

Several friars looked at each other, and then Qi Qi yelled angrily. They joined hands and attacked each other and came towards situ sword together.

Sima Jian looked indifferent, and his whole body was full of sword Qi. His Chi Chi sound was endless. His head rolled down one after another, and the ground was covered with blood, which was extremely pungent.

The heart of the sword is dark!

It has the meaning of netherworld.

Situ sword can send people to the nether world.

The sword of Si Tu Jian is a sword for killing people.

Sima's sword clothes were not stained with blood, and his face was still beautiful. He seemed to be doing something trivial. He stepped on the river of blood and approached the front.

But at this time

All of a sudden, the monks who were around Si Tu Jian scattered around, avoiding the blood river one after another.

"Scared?"

Situjian held the corner of his mouth. He felt strange. Was the other party afraid? Want to retreat?

Sima Jian didn't think it was so simple. Killing would make people feel scared and retreat.

However, there must be some who want to retreat and some want to fight.

Even if the mood of fear is exaggerated, some people will follow suit after they run away. How can they be so neat?

That feeling, as if those friars were under the command of someone in general, this can be achieved so neat.

The next moment, situ Jian knew he was right.

Because, the feeling of incomparable terror suddenly appears.

It was a terrible sense of oppression. At the moment when the sense of oppression appeared, situ Jian instinctively felt the danger and retreated to the rear, trying to avoid the terrible sense of oppression.

But it's absolutely unavoidable!

Situ Jian even felt that he was out of breath, as if he had a big hand holding his neck.

Even the sharp sword meaning of situ Jian was suppressed by the strong sense of oppression.

This makes situ Jian totally unacceptable.

Situ Jian did not think that he was invincible in the world, nor did he think that he would never lose.

But in terms of kendo, situ Jian has always had absolute confidence.

I am the best one!

Once the realm of Kendo was surpassed by Ye Xuan, situ Jian tried hard to practice and returned.

Sima Jian is not the kind of person who competes in the world. Only the sword in hand never gives in.

Only the sword, situ Jian absolutely does not allow himself to be weaker than others.

Now, the sense of terror is becoming more and more clear and fierce.

It's so sharp!

That power is also the result of sword!

Since it's a sword, situ Jian can't lose!

"Ah

Situ Jian raised his head and roared, and the blue veins in his neck leaped violently. His whole face was ferocious!

The sword meaning of Si Tu Jian's body goes up one by one and goes crazy.

More terrifying, more fierce!

Sima Jian cut out a sword again, and tried his best to make it a very frightful sword.

The sword swept towards the front, clanking sound, shaking the sky, so that all people change color, heart trembling.

The surrounding blood river seems to be cheering for the sword. It keeps turning, and the bloody waves roll up at least 100 meters, and the waves are pounding the shore.

The whole space is surrounded by sword spirit. The fierce sword spirit spreads everywhere to fight against the attacking terrorist force.

And then

Sima sword was shining all over his body, and his sword spirit was surging forward.

Boom!

The fierce roar finally rang up, two extremely powerful forces collided, broke out the supreme power.

Layer by layer of terror wave retreated towards the surrounding, and the monks around them screamed, and were pushed into the distance in an instant.

In the desert below, countless swords fell and hit the ground.

Boom, boom, boom!

The loud sound continued to ring, one by one black sand dunes were flattened, one by one huge pit was blown open.

Just the sword Qi smashed by the impact of two forces completely destroyed the area below.

Situ Jian knelt on the ground on one knee, panting constantly, and blood gushed from the corners of his mouth.

"Your sword is very good." At this moment, there is a voice saying: "at your age, you can even communicate with the underworld. Kendo talent is extraordinary. No, it can't even be said to be extraordinary. In 300 years, Kendo talent may not be better than you."

Situ Jian looked up and saw an old man in black standing in front of him, with a short sword hanging around his waist, only half the width of his arm.

"Sixty years!" The old man sighed again: "I have been practicing hard for 60 years, but I have just passed the sword. I almost lost to a 20-year-old baby."

Situ Jian said with a smile, "I feel much better when you say that."

In terms of kendo, situ Jian never wants to lose to anyone. However, the opponent has been immersed in kendo for 60 years. Let alone the age of cultivation, he can say how old he is now. He only missed the opponent's move by half, so he can be relieved.The old man said, "but Kendo alone is not enough."

"I know." Situ Jian was silent for a moment and said: "dare to ask you, is it old Zhou Siling?"

The old man said, "it's me."

Si Tu Jian was silent again. He was a man who did not know his age. Moreover, he was

Yuan Zunjing, the top of the Ninth level!

Even though he did not know the year, Zhou Siling was also a very famous figure. Because under the emperor's reign, Zhou Siling was one of the most famous elders of the Nanhai sword school. He was well-known to later generations. Even if he had been known for many years, he knew Zhou Siling.

Zhou Siling's skyscraper sword classic is still inherited in Nanhai sword school.

"Take me as a teacher." Zhou Siling said: "with your talent, you will certainly be stronger than me in the future. As long as I am a teacher, I will plead with my Lord and teach you carefully."

Situ Jian said with a smile: "master, your sword is very strong, but if you just want a good master, I don't need to look for you."

Zhou Siling laughed and said, "you mean I'm not qualified yet?"

"My surname is situ," he said

Zhou Siling a Leng, then said: "it is my bold."

On the sword, who dares to compete with the situ family?

The situ family took the place of the sword gods, and in the age of ignorance, this time of blooming flowers, the situ family even had three powerful emperors.

All of them can be called sword gods, but because of the rules of the situ family, only one inherits the name of sword God.

They are all better than Zhou Siling.

"But now it's not a good master's problem." Zhou Siling said: "it's your life problem. I can plead for you by taking me as a teacher, and plead for you in the name of cherishing talents."

Suddenly, situ Jian began to laugh, laughing more and more loudly.

"The sword of the situ family cannot be broken." Situ Jian said with a smile, "I can die, my sword can't be broken!"

Zhou Siling was silent, then said: "have backbone, just, it's a pity!"

Zhou Si Ling Yan falls, and then raises the short sword in his hand again.

Zhou Siling stepped forward, and the sword Qi exploded around him. The roar was like divine thunder, and the light was blooming one after another.

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