Chapter 747: Thousand Blades Burning the Sea

In the physical ranking, the Tyrant Blade Body is inferior to the Golden Blade Body, but obviously the Tyrant Blade Body is more powerful.

"Your golden sword body is really enviable, but you may not be able to take this third sword."

Luo Sandao said, this third sword is more powerful and is also the strongest sword.

Since he realized this third sword, he has never used it in front of outsiders.

"Old Ghost Chen, do you know what his third sword is?"

Mao Cangshi asked.

Chen He shook his head slightly. Although they were both from the same era, they rarely fought against each other after becoming ancestors.

Even if they learn from each other, there are only a few times.

Therefore, Chen He didn't know what Luo Sandao's third sword move was.

Everyone watched nervously, because they knew that this last blow would determine victory or defeat.

The crowd of spectators naturally hoped that the ancestor of the Luo family would win, and silently cheered for Chen He in their hearts.

"My third sword is called Burning the Sea with a Thousand Swords!"

Luo Sandao said solemnly.

"One sword, one hundred swords, one thousand swords. If you realize that there are ten thousand swords, wouldn't you change your name to Luo Sida?"

Han Jing sneered.

"I'm not going to argue with you, so I'd better take the fight."

After the words fell, Luo Sandao waved his hand, and the broken knife in his hand suddenly burst out with a ray of light.

Then, his figure suddenly became blurry, like a ghost, sometimes in the east, sometimes in the west, sometimes in the south, and sometimes in the north. In every direction, he kept waving the broken knife in his hand.

Swish, swish, swish...

Thousands of blazing sword energy intertwined together, as if forming a huge spider web.

However, it is actually more like an endless sea of ​​​​knives that surrounds Han Jing. Once the defense is at a disadvantage, it will be submerged by the sea of ​​​​knives and die without any body.

"Burning the sea with a thousand swords, that's what it means."

Han Jing's eyes lit up and he praised loudly: "Your sword is really admirable. What's even more rare is that it was not created by the ancestors, but you realized it yourself."

Han Jing followed the Sword King, traveled to many places, and challenged many strong men, including some powerful sword cultivators.

Most of them are taught by famous teachers, and what they practice are the techniques created by their predecessors. Very few of them create their own techniques. What's more, they can create such powerful sword moves in the Grand Master realm. Rarely seen anymore.

No wonder Luo Sandao would feel proud of these three swords.

This is indeed something he should be proud of.

"I have practiced swordsmanship with my master since I was a child, and I also practiced a killing move. I don't know which one of us is more powerful!"

"Everyone in the world is proud of those who practice swordsmanship, but I, like you, prefer to practice swordsmanship. Because only swords are the most powerful weapons for killing people."

"You can strike with thousands of swords, but I only have one sword! One sword will cut off the dust!"

As Han Jing's last word fell, Han Jing was seen holding a black knife in his hand, slashing it diagonally.

It was also a simple sword, but his sword was obviously much more powerful than Luo Sandao's previous sword.

I saw the terrifying sword energy radiating out, the sword energy tilting hundreds of feet, seeming to exterminate all living things within these hundreds of feet, making it impossible for people to avoid it.

Dang Dang Dang...

The sword energy was vertical and horizontal, and the sword energy was like a sea, colliding together like comets, making a crisp collision sound, sparks flying everywhere, and the space collapsed.

Both of them struck out with their strongest swords.

The sword energy of the two people was deadlocked in the air...

Everyone watched all this with nervous expressions.

"Two seniors, who do you think can win?"

Huangfu Lin asked nervously.

The two ancestors, Chen He and Mao Cangshi, looked at the two people in the confrontation with the same nervous eyes. After Chen He heard this, he frowned and said: "It's hard to say, they are both strong swordsmen. It depends on whose strength. The strongest.”

"Old ghost Chen is right. Both of them have innate physiques and are very powerful sword cultivators. Who can be better now depends on God's will."

Mao Cangshi said with a serious face, obviously he couldn't tell who of the two could win.

The sword energy remained deadlocked for a stick of incense.

Rumble…

With a loud noise, a huge explosion occurred where the two collided, and terrifying air waves rippled around.

Poof!

Luo Sandao flew out upside down, vomiting blood.

His face became miserable, his clothes were in tatters, and there was a long stab wound on his chest, which exposed his intestines, which was very leaking.

Han Jing also flew backwards, and his situation was much better than Luo Sandao.

The clothes on his body were also in tatters, but there were no stab wounds on his body.

Obviously, Han Jing won this collision.

hiss!

The onlookers couldn't help but take a breath when they saw this scene.

"Good sword skills!"

Luo Sandao said a little lonely.

He lost.

The crowd of onlookers may not be able to see the fight between the two, but as the two warring parties, they naturally know what is going on.

His Thousand Swords Burning Sea was broken by Luo Sandao's Juechen sword.

If it hadn't been for his final defense, he might have been split in half by now.

Thinking about it now, it made him feel a little nervous.

"Accepted!"

Han Jinggong cupped his hands and said with a serious face: "Your sword is also very amazing. The human race is indeed a fearful ethnic group."

"If you lose, you lose. If I lose, I will accept it with all my heart. It's up to you to kill or chop into pieces."

"As I said before, Master and I are here to spar, and we don't want to kill anyone."

Han Jing said with a serious face.

"What's more, if you die, your sword skills will be lost. This is not a battlefield. If it were on the battlefield, I might kill you without hesitation."

Luo Sandao glanced at Han Jing in surprise and said, "I didn't expect that aliens would have aliens like you. It seems that even aliens have real warriors."

"A true warrior pursues the limits of martial arts. What my master and I pursue is the limits of swordsmanship."

Han Jing said.

"Although you are a foreigner, I have to say that you will definitely go farther than old bones like us in the future."

After Luo Sandao finished speaking, he turned around and walked back.

"Ancestor, are you okay?"

The head of the Luo family quickly came over and supported him.

"Oh, you old guy, these three swords are really amazing each one, but it's a pity that you still lost in the end."

Mao Cangshi sighed.

"If you have the ability, go ahead."

Luo Sandao couldn't help but roll his eyes at Mao Cangshi. Don't you know how strong this foreign sword cultivator is? .

"Okay, it's more important to heal him."

Chen He said.

Immediately, the two of them took out the healing elixir and healed his injuries.

"Is anyone else coming out to challenge?"

Han Jing took two pills, adjusted his breath briefly, and then looked at them.

"this……"

Everyone looked at each other, but no one dared to challenge.

Even the ancestors of the three families were defeated by him. They did not have the strength of the ancestors. If they went up, let alone a sword, even half a sword would not be able to take it.

However, if they lose, Wuding City will definitely be embarrassed and laughed at by everyone in the Eastern Region.