C214 Angry cold river

Swish

The sword light was as fast as lightning, like a silver snake flicking its tongue.

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

Zhan Tianming's body was immediately pierced by the flexible sword, and a few spots of blood quickly seeped through his clothes.

The audience was startled.

"What's going on?"

"That... That Leng Jiang fellow, had actually already grasped a sword technique at the Grand Perfection level? But the sword art Zhan Tianming had just displayed should only be at an exquisite level, not even at the slightest level, right? " An experienced swordsman frowned and said.

His own sword technique had already reached the peak of the micro realm, but no matter what, he could not break through to the Grand Perfection.

Initially, he had even wanted to take a good look at the level of evolution Zhan Tianming had towards the sword technique, but now, Zhan Tianming had not displayed anything.

In this case...

Would Zhan Tianming still have the chance to demonstrate the level of evolution of his sword technique for everyone?

"Damn it!"

"That Leng man, you are so shameless."

"Leng Jiang, you bastard, you are not allowed to hinder us from learning the sword art's level."

"Right, don't hinder us."

Some of the Martial Cultivator immediately started cursing.

Leng Jiang who was on the stage was so angry that his eyes turned cold, his heart was filled with killing intent.

"Humph!" A bunch of pigs. If you don't let me touch Zhan Tianming, I will torture him to death for you all to see. "

With that thought, the flexible sword in Leng Jiang's hand became even sharper.

Every time he moved his hand slightly, the flexible sword seemed to come to life. It had a tricky angle and was extremely powerful, piercing towards Zhan Tianming's acupuncture points and then retracting easily.

Pfft! Pfft!

In the blink of an eye, another two swords pierced towards Zhan Tianming's body.

"Hehe, what do you think of Zhan?"

Swish

The soft sword moved again, and with three more consecutive sounds, Zhan Tianming's body gained another three wounds.

However, Zhan Tianming's expression did not change.

He already possessed eight basic Grand Perfection level martial skills, and adding on the fact that he had personally felt Leng Jiang's Grand Perfection level sword skills, when he used the Nine Dragon Sword Technique, his familiarity level increased at a speed comparable to that of a flying ship.

"Ding dong!"

"The level of sword technique will increase to Seven Stages."

"Continue!"

Zhan Tianming was even more excited.

And now, his level of sword arts had also reached the micro level.

At the advanced-stage, a sword move at the slightest degree could create a wondrous state, far from the level of perfection.

"Look, Zhan Tianming's sword technique has already reached the Tiny Realm."

"Haha …" Actually, his sword technique has already reached the level of Grand Perfection long ago, and it's definitely because he knows that there are a lot of Swordsman s with different fundamentals, which is why he's purposefully started to evolve from the Exquisite Realm. "

"Good person!" This Zhan Tianming, I really admire him. "

"Zhan Tianming, I want to give birth to your little monkey!"

"Scram, Zhan Tianming is mine, I want to give birth to his little monkey."

"You're the one who got lost …"

"Brother Zhan, as long as you evolve in the Tiny Herb, I'll help you pick up a box of soap later on."

"Bro, your taste is so good."

The Swordsman s below the stage started to get excited again.

This was because they saw the evolution of the sword technique.

This wasn't something that could be seen at any time. And now, as long as one observed carefully, there would be a chance for a breakthrough.

Such a good thing. If he missed this village, he would not have this shop.

Zhang Tusheng, who was in the stands, stared at Zhan Tianming coldly.

Humph!" Brat, what are you planning? "Don't tell me that you think they would dare to stop me now that I've helped them and wanted to kill you?

"How laughable."

Zhang Tusheng thought disdainfully in his heart.

He possessed the strength of a One Star Martial King, and was one of the top experts within the Sky Wind Country. Who among the Martial Cultivator that came to watch the competition would dare to stop him?

If they dared to obstruct him, then they would die.

As for Xie Aoyu, who was not far from Zhang Tu, there was a hint of happiness at the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that I didn't help him wrong after all."

"This Zhan Tianming's talent is even scarier than I imagined. To think that he would actually master such a variety of Grand Perfection level martial skills. I'm guessing that he probably still has a few powerful trump cards left, right?"

Xie Aoyu had already heard about the matter of Zhan Tianming killing the Blood Corpse Mother with one sword strike.

This was what Zongzheng Qingxuan had told him.

He looked forward to Zhan Tianming's performance.

On the stage, Leng Jiang's face had already darkened.

"Damn it!"

"He's really using me to demonstrate his swordsmanship!"

Leng Jiang was furious.

He had already displayed the sword techniques of his Grand Perfection, yet Zhan Tianming was still demonstrating them from an exquisite level. This was absolutely a humiliation that was completely and utterly contemptuous of him.

This was something intolerable!

"Die!"

The furious Leng Jiang bellowed, and the flexible sword in his hand became even more unrestrained and unrestrained. At the same time, a strong wave of Genuine Essence surged out of his body and concentrated onto the rotational sword, causing the flexible sword to form a half transparent layer of Genuine Essence.

The Genuine Essence level was exactly the same as the flexible sword, it was obviously the Genuine Essence's armor condensation technique.

Now, Leng Jiang had condensed the Wind Attribute's Genuine Essence onto the flexible sword, causing the flexible sword's strange change and speed to once again increase.

Swish

Swish

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft …

In just a few moments, Zhan Tianming had gained another dozen wounds on his body, and each wound was even deeper than the previous one.

However, Zhan Tianming did not care at all, and continued to wave the sword in his hand.

The Nine Dragons Sword Technique became increasingly sharp.

"Ding dong!"

"Nine Dragons Sword, level up to eight."

Although the eighth stage was also the smallest of levels, it was even more profound than when he was using his Seventh Stage. The effect of Zhan Tianming's brandishing of the longsword became even more mysterious and unpredictable, and it gradually began to seal off Leng Jiang's sword attacks. It was almost only with twenty to thirty strikes that Leng Jiang was able to hit one of Zhan Tianming's sword.

This was dozens of times worse than before.

Once again, Leng Jiang felt the increase in power of Zhan Tianming's sword techniques.

"Damn it!"

He was about to explode with anger.

Zhan Tianming was simply toying with him, how could he not be angry?

Anyone would be angered by such contempt.

Furthermore, Leng Jiang was originally a vicious and merciless person, he could not tolerate Zhan Tianming disregarding and humiliating him like this.

"Battle, I'll let you have a taste of my, Leng Jiang's, killing techniques! Let's see how you'll demonstrate it. "

Clank, clank …

As Leng Jiang finished speaking, the flexible sword in his hand suddenly released a strange sword hum.

This sword hum was very different from the ordinary sword hum.

As the sound of a sword rang out, a strong sword intent gushed out of Leng Jiang's body. The surging and surging sword intent overflowed the heavens, and instantly caused the space within ten meters around him to tremble, as if that small piece of space had already become the world of Sword Domain that he controlled.

Suddenly, two mini light swords appeared in Leng Jiang's eyes.

That piercing gaze coldly stared at Zhan Tianming.

"Die!"