Painting of the Nine Immortals

clang!

Jin Tie sympathizes, Mars bursts out, Ling Xian is half a step away, and the rusty sword in his hand is intact.

On the other hand, the man in black had a blood stain on the corner of his mouth, and the black iron epee was cracked and almost disintegrated.

This scene shocked everyone present.

No one expected that a heavy sword would be broken by a rusty iron sword!

It's so amazing, it's just subversion of cognition!

"You lost, go on."

Ling Xian said faintly, letting the big man in black come back, and said arduously, "I want to know why you can break my black iron epee with iron sword."

"can not say."

Ling Xian smiled lightly. If he said that, few people would dare to challenge him, and no one would challenge him.

"I remember you."

The big man in black took a deep look at Ling Xian, then turned away and left without a face.

Broken sword did not say, but also defeated by a move, this is quite shameful.

"I'll fight you."

A middle-aged man floated onto the stage and immediately threw a 50,000 spirit stone to the old man and immediately shot at Ling Xian.

His sword is good, and the sword is even more subtle, so that everyone's spirits are refreshed. I hope this person can defeat Ling Xian.

Unfortunately, he can't.

When Ling Xian stabbed, breaking the man's sword, he also blasted him directly to the stage.

After that, he kept repeating the process.

Within a short time, he won the hour in a row, without exception, he was defeated by his sword, and he was also broken by the sword.

This shocked everyone, and it was hard to believe that it was an iron sword with rust.

After the shock, Ling Xian was excited.

Many people who did not intend to snooze on the stage, want to defeat Lingxian.

Unfortunately, there are no exceptions.

No one can end Ling Xian, and no one can break his iron sword, not even a crack.

"Fifty consecutive victories, which is incredible."

"What kind of demon method did he use? How could he let a rusty iron sword exert the power of the Excalibur?"

"Fifty games. His sword doesn't even have a crack, which is too evil."

"I don't believe it. No one can break his broken sword!"

Everyone started speaking, and when they were horrified, their enthusiasm became stronger.

At this moment, they don't want to end Lingxian's winning streak, they just want to break his iron sword!

However, until ninety-nine games, no one could break the iron sword.

As if, this is the emperor of the sword, overlooking the world!

"Cheating must be cheating!"

"Yes, how can a ninety-nine sword be broken with an iron sword with rust?"

"He must have used some method and violated the rules!"

Everyone talked that Ling Xian used some method that violated the rules, such as secretly procuring mana.

Otherwise, how can a ninety-nine sword be broken with a rusty broken sword?

"cheat?"

Ling Xian shook her head and laughed. If he wanted to cheat, it would be as simple as drinking water to eat.

He is a master of the arts, and he is aware of the original power of turning decay into magic. With only one thought, he can raise the iron sword several grades.

But he did not do this, nor did he use physical or physical power.

"He wasn't cheating. If I didn't guess wrong, the boy would realize the sword."

The old man on the platform suddenly spoke, let everyone stunned, and then exclaimed.

"Jianyi? Am I right? Li Li said that he understood Jianyi?"

"It's deceiving. Those who understand the sword are all amazing people. Among the millions of swords repaired, one may not appear. How could it come to snore?"

"Li Treasurer is an expert in this field, and he will definitely not read it wrong!"

The crowd took a breath, and looked at Ling Xian's eyes changed.

"Son, you should be aware of the sword of the wind, I wonder if the old one is right?"

The old man took a deep look at Ling Xian, a little more shocked, and a little more respected.

Those who understand sword intentions are all amazing and powerful people, naturally they respect him.

"Just understand in your heart, why bother to say it?"

Ling Xian was helpless, the first sword of the old man of Jiujian was decided, to put it plainly is the sword of wind.

Therefore, he has long understood that the reason why he didn't say it was because he wanted to win a hundred games in a row and get the quenched sword stone.

If it is said that he understands Jianyi, those who dare to challenge must be the ones who understand Jianyi, but Jianyi is extremely difficult to understand. How could it be enough for a hundred people?

"Sure enough ..."

The old man slowly exhaled a stale gas, which was hard to hide.

This was even more so with everyone present.

At this moment, they finally understood why Ling Xian could use a rusty iron sword to break the ninety-nine swords and win ninety-nine swords in a row.

The reason is the sword of wind.

Wind not only represents speed, but also means sharpness. As long as the blade of the wind is motivated, even a leaf can be extremely sharp!

"It turned out to be the sword of the wind, and I was defeated ..."

The first man in white defeated by Ling Xian smiled bitterly, with a little relief on his face and a little more respect.

"No wonder that ninety-nine swords can be broken with an iron sword. It turned out that I realized the sword meaning of both speed and sharp wind!"

"It turned out to be a strong man who realized the sword's meaning. He should go to seal the sword tower. Isn't this to bully people?"

"Yes, I realized the strong swordsman. Who can stop here?"

Everyone sighed, thinking that they wanted to break Ling Xian's sword, they felt ridiculous.

That is the strong one who understands swordsman. In the case of only comparing swords, who can fight with him except the swordsman?

"No one seems to want to challenge me."

Ling Xian sighed, and then smiled. Xuan Xuanshan tempted: "Just think about it. I've been fighting for ninety-nine games in a row. I must be exhausted, right? It may not defeat me.

"If you beat me, it would be a glory. You will be famous everywhere. Don't you want to try it?"

Ling Xianxiao was pure and harmless, and she tried her best to pretend to look weak and confuse everyone.

"Fools will believe you."

White man smiled hard and tired? weak?

Don't be kidding, Ling Xian defeated one person, even if he played 99 consecutive games, he would not be a little tired.

It's too easy to win, who can get weak with some water?

"Don't you just want to get the hardened sword stone? We won't let you do it."

Everyone laughed and coaxed, not malicious.

This made Ling Xian helpless, and then glared at the old man, self-evident.

He was sent one game and he could get the quenched sword stone. How could it be that no one would challenge him if the old man had spoken of his sword?

"My son ..."

The old man couldn't help crying and said, "This way, anyway, you have the ability to win a hundred games in a row, I will be a hundred games in a row."

Hearing that, Ling Xian smiled and said, "Yes, bring it."

"give."

With a wave of the old man's big sleeve, a silver-white stone emerged, which seemed unusual, but in fact it had a strange power to temper the sword.

"Quality is good, it's good."

Ling Xian smiled with satisfaction and put the hardened sword stone in his pocket, after which he had to leave.

"My son, please wait." The old man said.