Urban Medical God

"I'll send you on your way today!" Jiang Shenyu obviously didn't want to argue with Zheng Yi, a slave. The reason why he challenged again was more to prove his reputation!

A cold sword light was already heading towards Zheng Yi's throat!

Zheng Yi on the side seemed to have sensed it. Without thinking, he jumped into the air and dodged the sharp sword. The iron sword in his arms was no longer held, but was held in his right hand.

"This is..." Ye Chen looked at this strange scene, and the look on Zheng Yi's face told everyone that he didn't react at all to Jiang Shenyu's probing sword, but he truly dodged it.

"His fighting instinct is so terrifying!" Ye Chen narrowed his eyes. It seemed that the outcome of this battle was not yet clear.

Seeing his tentative sword being dodged, Jiang Shenyu said calmly: "You are qualified to be my opponent, take action!"

There was no murderous intent in Zheng Yi's eyes, but his moves were unambiguous at all. The iron sword in his right hand was swung back and forth on his thick arm, as casually as a child playing house, but it was as if The sword energy rule, which was as thick as the mouth of the tree trunk, was flying towards Jiang Shenyu like a swimming dragon with murderous intent!

"The way of swordsmanship is so casual, it's interesting!" Jiang Shenyu's brows disappeared from the previous calm look. Although he still looked down on Zheng Yi, he was full of anger at his feet, and the blue sword body of the Frost Sword even whispered. .

Jiang Shenyu swung his sword, and with just a thought, the coarse cloth on Zheng Yi's chest was cut open!

A touch of bright red overflowed from Zheng Yi's chest. The corners of Jiang Shenyu's mouth curved and he turned around to leave!

In his eyes, Hanshuang's sword hit his chest, his heart pulse had been destroyed, and this person was already a corpse!

"Is it over?" The spectators who didn't know what was going on looked at Jiang Shenyu who was about to walk off the stage, and then looked at Zheng Yi who didn't move on the stage, and they were all stunned.

Just when everyone was about to make a judgment, a roar from the audience shocked everyone!

"Roar!"

Zheng Yi beat his chest and stamped his feet and let out a roar. This sound stunned Jiang Shenyu who was about to turn around and leave. He suddenly turned around.

"How is that possible!" Jiang Shenyu looked at Zheng Yi in disbelief. At this moment, there was indeed a bright red color on his opponent's chest, but that was all. Even the flesh and blood had only torn open the surface.

Zheng Yi felt pain and strode towards Jiang Shenyu with an iron sword in his hand. The iron sword was used with extremely casual movements in the hands of this strong man.

It seemed that Zheng Yi was using the iron sword in his hand as a sap.

It was this unsystematic slashing that made Jiang Shenyu, who was proficient in sword skills, feel like he was not up to his ability.

"boom!"

Jiang Shenyu was not paying attention and was hit hard by the back of the iron sword, causing him to fly backwards.

While everyone was exclaiming, Jiang Shenyu stabilized his figure firmly in the air and stood a few meters away from Zheng Yi.

There was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth, he was hurt!

"Fighting with you really insults the name of sword cultivator!" Jiang Shenyu looked cold and wiped away the traces on the corner of his mouth, "Let me show you what a sword cultivator is!"

The Frost Sword, which had the same intention as Jiang Shenyu, was shining brightly at this moment, "The sword's intention is revealed!"

As he shouted sharply, the Frost Sword did not change, but Jiang Shenyu's momentum began to rise. It was a kind of strength that would rather break than bend!

"Frost Sword Way, one stab!" It was still a light and straight thrust, but this time the speed was countless times faster. Even with Zheng Yi's strong fighting instinct, he couldn't dodge.

That stab was right in the heart!

Zheng Yi had no choice but to subconsciously hold the iron sword across his chest to resist!

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, the iron sword in Zheng Yi's hand shattered in full view of everyone, turning into a cloud of powder and dissipating into the sky and earth.

"Oh my god, what power is this!"

"The Black Iron Sword was blown into powder?"

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"The gap between swordsmanship and strength is too big." Ye Chen looked at the graceful Jiang Shenyu on the stage and sighed in his heart, the winner was decided.

But for some reason, Ye Chen felt something similar to Zhishui's sword from Zheng Yi.

This person clearly has no swordsmanship to speak of, so why does his body contain a sense of Shisui?

Ye Chen originally thought it was an illusion, but when he recalled the scene just now, he discovered that Zheng Yi was far from that simple!

Seeing this, Jiang Shenyu couldn't help but snort, and said lightly: "It seems that's all you have. You haven't mastered the sword, how can you fight with me!"

"Hanshuang Sword Way, destroy!" It was still a random sword strike. This time, Zheng Yi could not avoid it.

"Bah!"

The sound of the sword cutting into flesh and blood was heard, and Jiang Shenyu used an upside-down golden hook to lift Zheng Yi's huge body away!

Then he flicked it and hit the ground!

"boom!"

In a huge deep pit, blood was pouring from Zheng Yi's chest. His vitality began to disappear, and his consciousness gradually began to blur...

"Send you off!" Jiang Shenyu didn't intend to let Zheng Yi go. The blue light of the frost sword in his hand was strong, and a shocking sword intent cut through it!

However, something unexpected happened!

"Ding!"

With a crisp sound, an indifferent figure appeared in front of the pit. The previous fatal blow was also blocked by him!

"Who are you?" Jiang Shenyu was quite displeased when he saw someone stopped him while asking for his life. However, as a descendant of a wealthy family, he still had basic self-cultivation.