The moment he said that, everyone was in an uproar!
Contempt!
Extreme contempt!
Many cultivators looked at Su Zimo as though they were looking at a dead man.
Jian Wuzong's eyes were first filled with rage.
However, he suddenly laughed and nodded repeatedly at Su Zimo. "Very good, this is the sharpness a sword cultivator should have!"
"The more you act like this, the more I admire you,"
At that moment, Jian Wuzong did not realize who he was talking to.
Or rather, all the cultivators in Wind Cloud City did not know the true identity of this green-robed man!
In Thousand Demon Valley, Su Zimo could fight against mid-level fiend demons head-on.
Mid-level fiend demons were equivalent to Void Reversions of the cultivation world!
Although Jian Wuzong was third on the Phenomenon Ranking, he was still Genying Zhenjun!
Furthermore, the Phenomenon Ranking this time round had just ended and his cultivation realm was only at early-stage Nascent Soul!
Notwithstanding, Su Zimo was already at the peak of late-stage Nascent Soul.
Even a hundred years ago, when Su Zimo had just entered the Nascent Soul realm, it was not difficult for him to suppress Jian Wuzong!
Jian Wuzong said slowly, "How about this? Let's spar. If you can receive three of my sword strikes, I'll let you guys leave this place. "
After pausing for a moment, Jian Wuzong continued, "If you can't receive it, follow me obediently and don't go against my will in the future! Do you dare to take the bet? "
"Three sword strikes is enough."
"That's right. Given Jian Wuzong's combat strength, even the fourth on the Phenomenon Ranking might not be able to receive three of his sword strikes if he attacks with his full strength!"
"This green-robed cultivator is bound to lose."
Everyone thought that they had a clear view of the situation and discussed fervently.
The Soaring Feather Sect cultivator looked at the man beside him and asked softly, "Senior Brother, what do you think of this bet?"
"Jian Wuzong's sword is extremely fast. Three sword strikes …"
Wu Tianyu shook his head gently. "Among Nascent Souls, there are probably less than ten who can receive three of his sword strikes!"
Wu Tianyu and Jian Wuzong were on the same Phenomenon Ranking and understood each other.
He had an extremely high opinion of Jian Wuzong!
The Soaring Feather Sect cultivator said, "If that's the case, the green-robed cultivator will definitely lose! The ten people Senior Brother mentioned are definitely the top Nascent Soul experts. Their names shake the world. This person is clearly not one of them. "
"Hmm …"
Wu Tianyu said in a low voice, "It's hard to say. I have a feeling that this green-robed cultivator is unfathomable and not simple."
The Soaring Feather Sect cultivator was indifferent. "Senior brother, don't forget that he's a sword cultivator. Once he fights, he'll definitely be suppressed by Jian Wuzong. He can't win this bet! "
…
On the long street, Nangong Ling, Yoo Han-yeon, and Ru Xuan had worried expressions as they sent voice transmissions to Su Zimo, telling him not to accept the bet!
Once they lost, their Little Martial Uncle would become someone else's follower. Neither they nor the Hundred Refinement Sect could bear it.
What's more, Nangong Ling and the others really couldn't see any hope of Su Zimo winning.
"How about it? Do you dare to bet?"
Jian Wuzong asked with a confident smile.
"Hahahaha!"
Su Zimo reared his head in laughter. "I can bet! However, there's no need for three swords. If you can draw your sword in front of me, it'll be my loss! "
The moment he said that, the crowd was stunned!
There was complete silence near the long street!
These words were arrogant to the extreme, but when everyone heard it, they felt a kind of arrogance that shook their hearts and souls!
Who would dare to say such words in front of Jian Wuzong?
Would Ye Tiancheng dare to be the number one of the Phenomenon Ranking this time round?
Would the number two of the Phenomenon Ranking, the Yama Demon?
Who would dare to challenge the Genying Zhenjun of Tianhuang Mainland?
Yet, someone dared to!
"You!"
Jian Wuzong narrowed his eyes with a cold glint.
This time round, he was truly enraged as he said coldly, "How dare you …"
"Kill!"
Before Jian Wuzong could finish, he was interrupted by Su Zimo's shout!
Sound domain secret skill, Thunderclap Kill!
After cultivating the Purple Thunder Manual, the power of Thunderclap Kill was even stronger than before.
The surrounding cultivators felt their bodies shudder as the ground trembled and sand flew.
One could imagine what kind of impact Jian Wuzong had to endure!
That shout was like a bolt from the blue that exploded in Jian Wuzong's ears, causing his ears to buzz and his scalp to tingle!
However, Jian Wuzong was no pushover since he could reach third on the Phenomenon Ranking.
With his rich combat experience, he realized right away that Su Zimo had released a sound domain secret skill!
Clang! Clang!
Jian Wuzong channeled his blood qi and the sound of sword qi buzzing could be heard from his body!
Among the super sects of Tianhuang Mainland, some of them were extremely famous for body tempering, such as Glass Palace of the immortal sects, Overlord Palace of the fiend sects and Diamond Monastery of the Buddhist monasteries.
In reality, the body tempering techniques of Sword Sect were extremely strong as well!
They tempered their bodies with sword qi and during the process of tearing and repairing, their blood qi would become extremely strong and sharp!
When the bodies of Sword Sect cultivators were cultivated to their limits, their blood qi would be mixed with the sharpness of sword qi.
Their fingers were like swords and they could sever divine weapons with a wave of their fingers!
Jian Wuzong channeled his blood qi and had just dispelled the negative effects of Thunderclap Kill when his vision blurred and a green figure crushed over!
"You must have a death wish!"
Jian Wuzong sneered and was about to pull out the sword on his shoulder!
He was all too familiar with the action of drawing his sword.
It could be said that the first sword technique he practiced after joining Sword Sect was how to draw his sword!
Even in his dreams and with his senses sealed, Jian Wuzong was able to draw his sword right away.
It had already become an instinct for him!
However, his sword was only halfway out when it was pushed back by a pair of gigantic hands!
Buzz!
The moment the sword buzz sounded, it stopped abruptly!
The sword had already returned to its sheath!
He was fast.
Su Zimo was even faster!
A green shadow flashed and Su Zimo had already closed in and was only a foot away from him!
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Helpless, Jian Wuzong could only fight against Su Zimo bare-handed!
However, right after, Jian Wuzong's expression changed starkly and he almost could not help but cry out in pain!
Su Zimo's body was way too strong!
Jian Wuzong's fists and palms felt as though they had collided against a cold and hard rock.
After a few moves, his hands were already purplish-green!
At that distance, Jian Wuzong did not even have the chance to conjure Dharmic arts.
Su Zimo's attacks were as dense as rain and suffocating!
Jian Wuzong grit his teeth and his eyes were bloodshot. Ignoring Su Zimo's palm strike, he pulled out the sword on his shoulder and was prepared to injure both of them!
However, Su Zimo's palm swiped across his chest before striding forward and slapping him on the shoulder!
Clang!
The moment the sword was unsheathed, it was slapped back by Su Zimo's palm once more!
"You …"
Jian Wuzong was so angry that he was trembling but there was nothing he could do.
He retreated continuously, wanting to create space and pull out his sword. However, Su Zimo closed in step by step like a maggot in a corpse and did not give him any chance!
In the blink of an eye, both sides had already exchanged dozens of moves!
During this period of time, Jian Wuzong wanted to pull out his sword several times but was blocked by Su Zimo!
As for his hands and arms, they were already swollen from the clash with Su Zimo and were almost broken!
Despair!
There was only despair left in Jian Wuzong's heart!
There was no chance for him to retaliate!
If this continued, his bones would be shattered before he could pull out his sword!
He had never been reduced to such a state and lost so thoroughly in a fight!
Suppression!
Crushing the entire way!
He beat the other party until he could not pull out his sword!
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