Chapter 245: Storms Converge

Sword City.

Bai Peng held a snow-white long sword in his hand. The blade had already cut his hands, and the bright blood flowed out and was absorbed by the sword.

The blood-red light formed a light group, wrapping Bai Peng and the sword in it.

"Uh-huh!"

At this moment, a man in black suddenly appeared in the room. He looked at Bai Peng and said respectfully: "Young Master Qi, we just received news that Dugu Qiubai has gone down the mountain and is flying towards Sword City."

When Bai Peng heard this, he opened his eyes instantly. In his dark eyes, there was a faint flash of blood, which looked a little evil.

The man in black looked at Bai Peng's pale face and smiled bitterly: "Young City Lord, you have used your essence and blood to nourish your sword for half a month, which has already caused damage to your foundation. Even if you win this battle, both sides will suffer losses. It is worth it." ”

Bai Peng said coldly: "It's worth it!"

After saying this, Bai Peng took out a pill and swallowed it. After a while, his pale face slowly turned rosy, his eyes were as sharp as a sword, and his aura returned to its original state.

The man in black shook his head. Bai Peng had spent many days cultivating his sword with essence and blood. Now that he had to fight with others fiercely, his foundation must have been seriously damaged, which had already affected his talent and was not conducive to his future growth.

It's just that the other party insists on doing this, and the man in black can't do anything about it.

…

Storms and clouds gather in Sword City.

In the past month, too many monks have come to Sword City, and of course, most of them are sword cultivators.

After all, Dugu Qiubai and Bai Peng are two swordsman geniuses, so they naturally attract sword cultivators.

There are even many geniuses on the sword list.

At this time, these people all walked out of the inn and walked towards the arena in front of the City Lord's Mansion.

They didn't know that Xiao Yun had gone down the mountain, but they had just received the news that Bai Peng had left seclusion. Now that Bai Peng is out of seclusion, it means that Dugu Qiubai is coming.

Everyone gathered towards the ring.

The arena in front of the city lord's palace had been set up by Bai Peng's people. At this moment, countless people gathered and surrounded the arena airtightly.

If there wasn't a forbidden air formation in the city, people would probably have flown into the sky to watch the battle.

"There are so many people!"

"Nonsense, it's rare for a descendant of the Dugu family to be born, and everyone wants to come and see it. After all, the Dugu sword amazed an era and is highly respected."

"There are also many geniuses on the sword list."

…

Everyone was talking about it.

Someone looked at the two young men in black not far away and whispered: "Those are Sword Two and Sword Three of Jiange Pavilion. It is said that the master of Jiange Pavilion has accepted three close disciples, named Jian One, Jian Two, and Jian Three respectively." Three, these three are all geniuses on the sword list.”

"Sword One, Sword Two, Sword Three...this name..." Some people shook their heads and laughed. Everyone was speechless at the name given to the strongest swordsman.

Not far away, Jian Er and Jian San seemed to sense something, and turned their heads to look. Two pairs of dark eyes, as sharp as swords, were breathtaking.

Everyone was immediately frightened and no longer dared to discuss it.

"Jianer, I've been waiting for you for a long time. Before Dugu Qiubai comes, how about you and I have a trial first?" Suddenly, a loud voice came.

The next moment, a figure shot out and appeared in everyone's sight.

This is an arrogant young man. He carries a bloody sword on his back, exudes a powerful aura and has cold eyes.

"Aotian!"

someone in the crowd exclaimed.

Aotian of Wanjian Villa, the eighth-ranked genius on the Mysterious List, is still very famous in Donghuang.

"Aotian, your ranking is still lower than mine, why should you challenge my senior brother? Pass me first!" Jian Er did not speak, but Jian San next to him looked at Aotian with a sneer on his face and said.

When Ao Tian heard this, he shot a sharp look and said with a cold face: "In that case, then you will take my sword!"

"boom!"

After Ao Tian finished his words, the bloody long sword behind him immediately unsheathed and flew into his hand. He held it tightly and slashed towards Jian San on the opposite side.

This sword was majestic and majestic, like the creation of the world. The sword energy flowed out like the Yangtze River, stretching for tens of feet.

Opposite me, Jian Er's eyes narrowed and he shouted: "Be careful!"

"I'm still afraid of him!" Jian San smiled disdainfully, but he had already rushed out. His ranking on the sword list was one place higher than Aotian's, so naturally he was not afraid of Aotian.

"Boom!" Jian San did not dodge, but also struck out with one sword, like thunder piercing the sky, and dense lightning spread across the entire void, as if the God of Thunder struck with a palm.

Aotian saw this and sneered: "The power is too scattered and vulnerable!"

"Boom!"

As Aotian's words fell, the blazing bloody sword light immediately tore through the power grid, sending Jian San vomiting blood and flying away.

"Ahem!" Jian San knelt down on one knee and stopped his retreat. He looked at Aotian opposite him with an aggrieved face and said angrily: "Despicable, your sword is a semi-sacred weapon!"

Aotian put away the bloody sword and sneered: "We at Wanjian Villa are originally swordsmiths. This sword was forged by me. Why can't I use it? Could it be that formation masters can't use formations when fighting with others?" As a disciple of the most powerful swordsman, can you not afford to lose?"

"You..." Jian San suddenly blushed.

"Okay!" Jian Er shouted. He stared at Aotian opposite, his eyes a little solemn: "I didn't expect that your Blood Demon Sword has been upgraded. You are indeed qualified to fight with me, but today is the battle between Dugu Qiubai and Dugu Qiu. Bai Peng’s appointment, how about we fight again tomorrow?”

"Okay!" Aotian nodded and did not refuse. Jian Er was very strong, so he had to give him this face.

At this moment, a young man in white came out of the city lord's mansion, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

Because everyone recognized that this was Bai Peng, the young city lord of Jiancheng, and the sword genius ranked sixth on the Xuanbang.

"This sword..." Aotian looked at the snow-white long sword in Bai Peng's hand, and his pupils shrank. He seemed to think of something, and his mouth curled up slightly, looking at Bai Peng with some disdain.

He is not only a genius, but also a genius swordsmith. He has seen that Bai Peng is holding a holy weapon in his hand.

He Aotian is a swordsmith, and it is normal to fight with a semi-holy weapon he forged, but you Bai Peng are not a swordsmith, and this sword is not forged by you. You are fighting with a holy weapon, which is really despicable.

However, Aotian did not expose Bai Peng. Anyway, it doesn't matter to him, and it has nothing to do with him. He is happy to watch the show.

At the same time, two young men came from outside the city.

They were Xiao Yun and Hua Langxin who came from Jianshen Mountain.

"Brother Dugu, Bai Peng secretly sent people to monitor us, and now he is waiting for you at the arena in front of the City Lord's Mansion." Hua Langxin turned to Xiao Yun and said.

Xiao Yun said calmly: "Then let's go to the City Lord's Mansion!"