Vol 9 Chapter 808: Sword
The eighth hundred and eighty chapter swordsmanship
Sikong has a look of resentment and looks at Nie Tian. He can detect the contempt in the latter's eyes. This kind of contempt is not pretending, and the most real contempt.
"Mr. Nie, the position of Sikong's younger brother in Tianjiange is not the same as before, but also asks you to show your mercy." Bohai looked at Nie Tian, in order to take care of Si Kong's endless mentality, said the voice.
"Yeah." Nie Tian nodded slightly, not much to say.
With Nie Tian’s guarantee, Bohai’s heart is relaxed.
"This girl does not believe, you will be the opponent of Sikong brother." Leshan snorted and said with a look of dissatisfaction.
Nie Tian shook his head slightly and did not blame the other party.
After all, he swallowed the Nirvana Sacred Heart of the Tianjian Pavilion. It is normal for this little girl to be hostile to him.
"Nie Tian, come on!" At this time, Sikong Wuji screamed, and the foot stepped down. The figure fell into the martial arts field, and the whole body released a powerful sword. The whole person stood there, as the sword was sharp.
Nie Tian smiled lightly, and the figure moved, and it fell on the opposite side of Sikong.
In the face of Wukong Wuji, Nie Tian eyes calm, no killing, only war.
He does not kill the emptiness, it does not mean that he will not go all out.
Sikong Promise is the Tianyan Jiuwu Warrior. The Kendo Realm also reaches the peak of the Sword Spirit. The body has two kinds of swords and is a very good opponent.
Compared with Nie Tian and Sikong, the biggest advantage is the sword meaning. He has three kinds of swords, and each kind of sword is strong enough, and definitely not weaker than the sword.
"Nie Tian, I have long wanted to kill you." Sikong has a cold and cold mouth. It was his life's shame that he lost his life. Today, he must win, and he must win beautiful!
At this point, Sikong Wuji has an idea that makes him excited: he wants to kill Nie Tian with a sword!
Correct! Only in this way can he let him eliminate the hatred in his heart.
"Kill me?" Nie Tian smiled faintly, and there was no sway in his eyes. He was calm and horrible. He said coldly: "Do you have this strength?"
"There is no strength, you will know soon!" Sikong screamed innocently, and a sky-high killing whistling out, almost condensed into substance, spreading toward the surrounding space.
The meaning of this killing is terrible, as if the whole world was filled with murder.
A few kilometers away from Bohai and others, they clearly felt the smothering of the emptiness of Sikong’s body, which made them unable to move.
"Sikong master, you are still too young." Bohai felt the killing, but shook his head slightly, and sighed in his heart.
Leshan is a little nervous, but with a little excitement, she regards Nie Tian as the enemy of Tianjiange, and can't wait to get rid of it.
On the contrary, it is Xuanqiu, and his face is calm.
Just after seeing Nie Tian’s means of killing the celestial beings, Xuanqiu is confident in Nie Tian.
Although Sikong is more powerful than Houlian, it is not likely to be Nie Tian’s opponent.
"Nie Tian, today I will let you see the power of my double swords!" The voice of anger roared in the air, and the emptiness of the body was full of swords, and a purple brilliance bloomed, wrapping his body and releasing The horrible killing atmosphere.
Nie Tian looked at the purple brilliance in the air, and the corner of his mouth rose slightly. It was really the second sword.
This kind of sword meaning is very similar to the breath of the swordless sword. It is no wonder that it can be merged by Sikong.
"Hey!" Sikong's stepless stepping, the figure rises into the sky, like a sword of the sky, actually tearing the world.
The sword is raging in the space, and the majestic swords rang out like a sword.
"A sword, want your life!" Sikong Wuji looked down on Nie Tian, the sharp sword of the sharp sword instantly condensed, his hand appeared seven empty swords, holding a sword, a sword squat.
"Oh!" For a moment, the space was torn by a powerful sword, and a horrible humming sound was heard. Immediately, the endless swordsmanship rolled down, the sound of the bang continued, the brilliance of the sword suddenly bloomed, and the space was thrown out. A terrible purple crack.
"A strong sword!" Bohai and others saw this scene, could not help but scream.
Bohai knows that Sikong has a fusion of purple light swordsmanship, and the strength has a qualitative leap, but he did not expect that the latter's combat power is actually strong enough to this point.
Xuanqiu couldn't help but be nervous at this time, secretly blowing a sweat for Nie Tian.
Nie Tian looked at the sky in the air, the emptiness of the smile, and muttered: "There is no reason to kill me? This is the first sword, you are already impatient."
The mighty sword on the top of the head was pressed down, and Nie Tian’s eyes were slightly condensed, and the eyes were flashing.
The emptiness of the sword is the horror of the sword, but Nie Tian is not afraid.
He could have used the totem totem, the absolute tremor and other means to defeat the second step, but he would not do that, he would defeat the latter with sword!
In the next moment, Nie Tian stepped down and the figure came against the trend. The momentum of the whole body skyrocketed, and the endless swordsmanship rushed out.
In his hand, the sword appeared again, and the sword was on the top of the cold, and a squeaky sword appeared, like a sharp blade.
"Swords and Eight Barrens!" Nie Tian's cold voice sounded, his sword's mind immediately condensed, and then bombarded like a stormy wave, suddenly the mighty sword of the sword.
"Boom! Boom!"
In the void, two pure swords and swords collide with each other, and the terrible swordsmanship tears everything, and the space begins to mourn.
This is a confrontation between swords and swords, and it is extremely horrible.
The swords of Nie Tian and Sikong Promise are very terrible. The space within a few kilometers is shrouded in swords and becomes the ocean of swords. The figures of the two are completely submerged in the sea of swords.
Bohai and others have not seen the shadow of Nie Tian and Sikong, and they can only see the endless swords colliding with each other, swallowing each other and tearing each other.
"This" Bohai lived, his tongue began to spin, I don't know what to say.
He did not think that the battle between the two men was so rude and direct, this is the real sword showdown.
"Hey brother, who won two of them?" Leshan couldn't see anything, and there was a dense sweat on his forehead. She didn't think that this world, except for the swordsman of Tianjiange, actually There are such horrible swordsmen.
Bohai shook his head slightly, and he didn't know what the battle was.
The sword in the air continues to fight for a few minutes.
After that, the sword gradually became weaker, the space gradually became clear, and two figures appeared in front of everyone.
Nie Tian's figure stands in the sky, the sword is in the hand, the silver hair is flying, like a sword god.
On the other hand, Sikong is endless, the whole body is bloody, and he is panting in the air in a hurry. His eyes are full of fears that are difficult to conceal.
There is no doubt that Sikong has lost.
In this match-up match, Nie Tian finally won.
"You lost." Nie Tian said a faint voice, then moved and prepared to leave.
He didn't want to waste his tongue with the boss, so he chose to end the battle directly.
"Impossible!" Turkicly, Sikong screamed, "I don't believe, I want to kill you!"
The scream of anger fell, and Sikong Wuji suddenly went crazy, and the figure moved to Nie Tian, a sword stabbed!
