The Swordsman Tournament continued on the second day.
After the first day of battles, about a thousand of the five thousand swordsmen had been eliminated, leaving only four thousand contestants.
The following battles would only get more and more intense, and more people would be eliminated.
Nie Tian's first battle was not a strong opponent, and he won easily.
Next, he began to pay attention to the other battles. Of course, the person he paid the most attention to was still Snow, or more appropriately, Snow Spirit.
At this moment, on the seventeenth sword field, Snow Spirit was fighting with a green-robed swordsman.
Although Nie Tian knew that his perception was unable to penetrate the Underworld Emperor's Sacred Garment, he still gave it a try, and as expected, he failed.
The Underworld Emperor's Sacred Garment looked very ordinary on Snow Spirit, and was no different from an ordinary black robe. However, when Nie Tian looked at the Underworld Emperor's Sacred Garment, he could feel a very strange aura flowing on the Sacred Garment. It was extremely mysterious, and made him feel a special threat.
Nie Tian guessed that the Underworld Emperor's Sacred Garment must have other functions other than shielding the perception from the outside world.
At this moment, Snow Spirit ended the battle with a sword. Her figure came down from the stone pillar of the sword field, and she came to Nie Tian's side. Her face was hidden under the black robe, and she seemed to be staring at Nie Tian. She asked doubtfully, "Why do you want to know who I am? Do we know each other? "
"We knew each other in the past, but not now. However, we will get to know each other in the future," Nie Tian nodded slightly and said with a faint smile.
Snow Spirit did not speak, but her figure obviously stiffened for a moment, and then she turned and left.
"Snow Spirit, I will definitely help you recover your memory," Nie Tian said to himself, looking at Snow Spirit's figure.
Although Snow Spirit's memory was sealed, her life was not in danger, so Nie Tian could still maintain his calm.
In order to recover Snow Spirit's memory, he had to find the person behind the Inescapable Net. Nie Tian could only wait patiently.
He believed that Snow Spirit would not appear in the Evil Edge Sword Duel alone. There must be other experts behind her.
"Nie Tian!" At this moment, Gui Wucan's voice was suddenly heard, and it was filled with anxiety.
"What's wrong?" Nie Tian turned around and looked at Gui Wucan. The latter's forehead was covered in cold sweat and he seemed very nervous.
"Look at the fifth sword field!" Gui Wucan pointed at the fifth sword field and said with a taut face.
Nie Tian looked towards the Fifth Sword Arena and immediately saw a familiar figure. It was Jian Jingyun.
However, in the next instant, his gaze was attracted by a figure opposite Jian Jingyun.
On the two stone pillars of the Fifth Sword Field stood two silhouettes. One was Jian Jingyun, and the other was a handsome man in grey. A terrifying sword aura surged around the man. His entire being was cold and murderous, giving off a strong sense of oppression.
Nie Tian stared blankly for a moment, then immediately used his Divine Sense to investigate, and his face suddenly changed.
Shockingly, the gray-robed man was a late Paramount God, with the power of the sword and martial arts as one!
"This person is so strong!" Nie Tian exclaimed inwardly. He didn't expect that person's strength to be so formidable.
A late Paramount God, with the power of the sword and martial arts as one. He wasn't much weaker than Ghostmartial Wild Sand or any of the other seniors in the world of swords.
Earlier, Nie Tian had thought that Windfire Icesword and Ghostface Swordsman were terrifying enough. Never could he have guessed that someone even stronger would show up.
"What the fuck!" Who's that fellow? How can he be so strong? "Gui Wukan could not help but let out a strange cry. Clearly, he was shocked by that person's terrifying strength.
Nie Tian frowned as he tried to figure out which organization this person belonged to. He was just too strong.
As of this moment, Nie Tian knew that if he didn't become a Lord, he wouldn't be able to take the position of sword chief.
More and more powerful opponents were appearing, and Nie Tian thought had a bad premonition.
Most of the onlookers were focused on the Fifth Sword Plaza, because the gray-robed man was so strong that he was drawing too much attention.
"You're from the Jian Clan?" the gray-robed man said, his voice cold and filled with undisguised disdain.
"Jian Jingyun," Jian Jingyun said, nodding slightly, neither servile nor overbearing.
He knew that this person was far stronger than him, but he wasn't afraid at all. Fighting someone stronger than him was a great opportunity for him to gain experience.
"You should be glad that you're from the Jian Clan, Jian Jingyun," the gray-robed man said coldly. "You have what it takes to survive." The grey-robed man spoke coldly. After that, the sword aura around his body slowly surged. He was like a ferocious beast that was waiting for an opportunity to pounce over at the next moment.
"You're very strong, sir," the gray-robed man said coldly. "But you're looking down on me." Jian JingYun understood the meaning behind the grey-robed man's words and said in a deep voice. After that, the sword intent in his body started to surge crazily. A sword aura that soared to the sky appeared and blossomed in mid-air.
"Is that all you've got?" The gray-robed man felt Jian Jingyun's sword energy and couldn't help but sneer, his eyes filled with disdain.
"Damn it!" Jian Jingyun roared. Even though he was calm, he couldn't stand the gray-robed man's mockery. The sword in his hand stabbed out, aiming for the gray-robed man's head.
Boundless sword will instantly converged in the air and turned into a terrifying sword shadow. With a loud bang, a violent sword cry sounded in the void and attacked the grey-robed man.
"You dare to attack me with such strength? What a joke!" The gray-robed man's arrogant voice rang out. Sword energy surged from his body, transforming into waves of Qi that spread in all directions.
Jian Jingyun's sword shadow was extremely powerful, capable of destroying a mountain in an instant. However, in front of the gray-robed man's sword energy, it was extremely weak. It couldn't even withstand a single blow and was shattered by the waves of Qi.
RUUUUMBLE! Next, the terrifying waves of Qi surged toward Jian Jingyun. Jian Jingyun frowned, and a look of terror appeared on his face as he was shoved backward by the waves of Qi.
"Bang Bang Bang …" Endless sword intent qi wave smashed onto Jian Jingyun's body like a boulder. Countless glaring bloody wounds immediately appeared on his body. His entire body turned into a bloody man in an instant.
"Jian Jingyun!" Seeing this scene, Gui Wukan couldn't help but cry out in surprise.
The grey-robed man's strength was too strong. Jian Jingyun did not even have the slightest strength to fight back in front of him.
The onlookers were completely shaken by the overwhelming level of battle prowess the gray-robed man was displaying.
Jian Jingyun was an early Paramount God, and yet he couldn't even stand up to the gray-robed man's sword energy. One could only imagine how terrifying the gray-robed man's battle prowess was.
"Hmph. You're nothing more than an ant from the Jian Clan. There's no point in killing you. I'll spare your dog life." Chuckling coldly, the gray-robed man waved his hand, causing the waves of Qi to dissipate.
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