The Journey Starts From the Fairy Tail

Brush, brush, brush!

Four consecutive numbers flashed on the tournament table.

These four people are the best in the ten battlefields and the top ten in the championship.

You, Wen Yuanjia, Li Mo, Qi Yuanhao, Jiang, Zhao Xing and other leaders surrounded Zifeng.

These six people are all fighters of the Holy Alliance, and the other four, Qi Shaolong, have committed suicide. Zifeng is on the championship stage. Li Jianxing and Li Qingxuan would naturally not attack Zifeng.

Qi Xuan glanced at Yuan Jia and said coldly: "Since this person is going to die, we will kill him with the fastest speed and the most violent force!"

"Well, kill him!"

Wen Yuanjia also recovered, his hatred of Zifeng turned into strength, he gritted his teeth at Zifeng and killed him.

Li Mo, Qi Yuanhao, Jiang and Zhao Xing all played their best martial arts.

Six people combined to siege the city, and with this move, Zi Feng killed! All the fighters looked scared.

"What! Zifeng will challenge all the boxers in the top ten."

"Hahaha, where did this person come from? Who gave you the courage to challenge Li Mo's brother?"

"Hmph, Brother Li Mo can kill him with a single sword!"

Li Mo is a top ten swordsman with a strong strength. When he returned from the knockout stage, he was defeated.

All the warriors thought that Li Mo was qualified to compete with Qi Xuan for the first place, but not long ago, Qi Xuan broke through twice the conditions of the ground troops, and Li Mo was not an opponent at all.

"Changhong swordsmanship, against Changhong!"

Li Mo was also the first person to use physical methods to persecute Zifeng.

Li Mo's face was like a knife cut, looking at Zifeng, with a sneer on his face, he rushed towards Zifeng like a ghost.

Zheng!

After a sharp sword came out, the boundless cold light suddenly spread in all directions, and Zi Feng was shocked by this sword.

Near Zifeng, Li Mo slashed out with a confident sword, his sword qi broke through the air, like a sword of destruction!

"Your sword is very fragile!"

Because of Li Mo's fastest arrival, Zifengyinfeng sword rose, Jianfeng turned angrily, and rushed towards Li Mo.

"broken!"

As soon as Li Mo's sword was cut off, Zifeng broke it!

"Hmph, this is just a warm-up, now is the real killing!"

"Changhong Sword Technique! The sun is still setting!"

Oh!

A violent force erupted from above Li Mo's body and shook the surrounding area.

"go to hell!"

Li Mo has confidence in his sword. When the sword fell, he had already seen the triumphant smile on his face.

The sword of the setting sun is like the setting sun in the sky, beautiful but containing infinite danger.

The meteor falls, the moon slashes!

Zi Feng was not too big, using martial arts, the sword slashed down angrily, and collided with Li Mo's sword.

There was a loud bang.

The two shock waves collided with each other and immediately exploded, turning the intensity of the air into a storm sweeping in all directions.

"die!"

This sword broke Li Mo's sword aura, and Zifeng's eyes opened and closed to reveal the killing intent. The unicorn stepped to the extreme, turning into an afterimage and rushing directly in front of Li Mo.

"What! You escaped my sword so easily!"

Li Mo was surprised at first, then he felt Zifeng's murder and quickly retreated.

"Hmph, although I failed to kill you, you don't want to kill me either!"

"My body type is the seventh grade of Xuanji. You can't catch up with me."

Li Mo stepped out with a sneer on his face.

With Xuanji's seven major products in hand, Li Mo no longer feared Zifeng.

Really? Zifeng sneered.

The unicorn step is a posture of Xuanji nine-level martial arts. It is much faster than Li Mo's posture.

At the moment Li Mo turned around, Zifeng chased him up and swung his sword and stormed down.

A shadow of death fell on Li Mo, causing Li Mo to raise his head quickly.

This is not good, Zifeng's sword fell off with one sword.

"No, Zifeng, don't kill me!"

Facing Li Mo's panic begging for mercy, Zifeng's sword light cut off his skull and kept falling on his crotch. This sword cut Li Mo in half.

Puff!

Li Mo's body exploded, became two halves, and flew 10 meters away. Blood and internal organs splashed all over the floor. The scene is extremely bloody.

"Li Mo!"

Qi Xuan immediately exclaimed when seeing Li Mo being killed.

The speed of killing Li Mo was too fast, almost between three breaths.

Qi Xuan only saw two collisions between Zifeng and Li Mo. He died by the sword and was also shocked.

"Purple Wind Evil, today I will let you completely die!"

Qi Xuan was angry and said angrily: "Gentlemen, don't leave your hands behind. This person is very good at swordsmanship. If you leave your hands, I'm afraid you will be the next death!"

Zhao Xing, Qi Yuanhao, and Jiang also saw that Zifeng's swordsmanship was extremely high, and it was one of the highest swordsmanship in the modern spiritual sword school.

"Evergreen Sword! Eternity!"

"Flying Sword Jue! Flying Ape Slashes!"

"Autumn Leaf Sword! The sword knows autumn!"

"Spring thunder swordsmanship! There is no limit to thundering!"

Zhao Xing, Qi Yuanhao, Jiang, and Wen Yuanjia, armed with four swords in their hands, killed them all together.

Oh my God, these are the swordsmanship of the Seventh Stage Xuanji!

"The Seventh Stage Profound Grade Evergreen Sword Technique, Flying Sword Technique, Autumn Leaf Sword Technique, and Spring Thunder Sword Technique are also the strongest moves!"

"Zifeng is dead!"

Seeing this scene, all the soldiers were shocked.

The strongest one in the Four-Stroke Profound Seven Sword Technique, not to mention Zifeng, even if it is a double-line master of the Martial Realm, I am afraid that he is born to die!

"Hahaha, with such a powerful force, I think what else can you do!"

"Zifeng, go to hell!"

Wen Yuanjia laughed wildly, and the four of them were together, and Zifeng had no chance.

"The meaning of the sword!"

"Across the stars!"

Wow!

Suddenly a surprising smell erupted from Zifeng.

The breath swept within 100 meters.

In this atmosphere, Zhao Xing, Qi Yuanhao, Jiang, and Wen Yuanjia felt their hands sink. The swords in their hands buzzed, exuding a trace of fear.

"What's going on? My sword is broken."

Zhao Xing was taken aback and looked at his sword in disbelief.

Zhao Xing is also a swordsman, but his swordsmanship is far inferior to Li Mo.

"Let me tell you why!"

In the shadow of the sword, you are all ants!

Zifeng rushed up and came in front of Zhao Xing. He slashed down. With a bang, Zhao Xing cut the sword in Zifeng's hand in half. At the same time, the sword light penetrated, pierced into nothingness, and ran straight. Zhao Xing's throat!

Such a terrible sword thorn.

Zhao Xing's face was full of horror: "Brother Zifeng, don't!"

Snowing.