Chapter 711
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Zhang Lin saw that his opponent seemed to have underestimated him. Just as he was about to sneer, he saw a sword gleam flickering in front of his eyes before disappearing in an instant.
He was stunned for a moment before he felt a chill in between his eyebrows. Then, he realized that his eyes were moving further and further away …
The surrounding onlookers widened their eyes. They saw Zhang Lin split in half from between his eyebrows. Blood gushed out from his body and dyed the entire ground red.
With Zhang Lin's death, the huge True Dragon head seemed to have lost its support and burst in the air like a bubble.
"Hiss!"
Everyone gasped at that moment. They stared at Jian Piaoling in a daze. Their eyes were first filled with shock and then fear.
Even Zhao Yuande couldn't help but frown slightly at this moment. The Sword Flash just now was too fast, so fast that even he almost couldn't catch the speed of the sword light. It was basically infinitely close to teleportation!
Many people were thinking about a question at that moment. What should they do if they were to face such a sword?
Jian Piaoling turned around and left the training field with a light body.
"Number Two, please enter the field!" Little Tong looked at the remaining people.
"I'm number two!" A bald man walked out with a serious look on his face.
"Me!" A middle-aged man in his forties walked out as well. He was holding a sheathed long saber in his hand. The black sheath shone brightly and did not seem to be an ordinary item.
The bald man let out a long sigh of relief when he saw the middle-aged man.
The two of them looked at each other and did not speak. Instead, they quickly separated and walked into the training field one after the other.
"Brother, you look very nervous. Why don't you just admit defeat? As long as you admit defeat, we won't have to fight. You don't have to be nervous. You can live and I'll advance. Isn't that great?" The bald man looked at his opponent and saw that his opponent's hand was trembling as if he was very nervous. He could not help but say with a smile.
"Are you done talking?" The middle-aged man did not have any special features. He had a common face. His hand holding the saber was indeed trembling, and it was trembling more and more violently.
"I'm done!" The bald man looked at the other party and suddenly felt a little strange. The black scabbard was actually emitting a buzzing sound at this time.
"Then you can … die!"
The middle-aged man loosened his grip, and the sheathed black saber disappeared from his hand. The next moment, it appeared in front of the bald man.
The bald man didn't expect the other party to have such speed. He opened his mouth and roared. The sound wave rushed toward the sheathed black saber like thunder.
The sheathed black blade was as agile as a fish. It flashed through the air and disappeared into the void. The next moment, it appeared behind the bald man.
"Clang!"
The bald man heard the sound of a saber ringing behind him. His complexion changed greatly, and his body quickly moved sideways.
"Ah!"
However, it seemed to be too late. Half of the bald man's arm flew off.
"I admit defeat!"
The burly man felt a chill in his heart, but he decisively admitted defeat.
However, even though he had shouted out the two words' admit defeat ', he didn't use his saber again. The bald man's head flew high into the air, and blood spurted out from his neck.
"Come back!"
The middle-aged man shouted, and the sheathed black blade returned to his hand in the next moment.
"I'm not nervous. I'm just too excited. I'm so excited that I'm trembling!" The middle-aged man looked at the bald man's corpse. Although his voice was soft, there was a faint excitement in it. He couldn't help but reveal a look of excitement on his face. "This time, I'm going to challenge everyone. I'm going to make everyone a dead soul under my demonic saber!"
Freak!
Almost everyone had such a thought in their minds at that moment.
Zhao Yuande looked at the sheathed black saber. He felt that the black saber had a strong consciousness, as though the black saber was the true master. The middle-aged man seemed to be an insignificant carrier.
Although many people felt that the black saber was terrifying, it wasn't as intimidating as Drifting Sword. Therefore, they felt that this battle wasn't exciting at all.
"Next! The one who drew number three continues! "Little Helper glanced at the middle-aged man and couldn't help but frown.
"Don't mind it. This is just a demonic servant. Any one of the five should be able to defeat it!" The old man's voice sounded in Little Helper's ears.
The middle-aged man slowly walked down the stage. The sheathed black saber in his hand was still trembling. It was as though he had just tasted blood and was extremely excited.
"I'm number three!" A graceful and elegant middle-aged woman slowly walked towards the Martial Arts Practice Field.
The other person didn't say anything. He just stood up silently and walked towards the training field. It was Zhang Fan.
The middle-aged woman didn't hear anyone speak. She turned around curiously and saw Zhang Fan's dull face.
"You …" The middle-aged woman frowned slightly. She stopped and looked at Zhang Fan who was walking towards her. "You won't kill me later, right?"
"Sabers and swords have no eyes. I can't guarantee that you'll live!" Zhang Fan was stunned and told her the truth.
"Alright! I'll admit defeat first! "The middle-aged woman thought about it and sighed softly. She turned around and walked towards the ninety-eight people!
"Why did you admit defeat? Why didn't you choose to give up earlier? "Someone asked.
"I thought I could still fight and see the geniuses of the Myriad Worlds! I still have some confidence against others, but against Zhang Fan, I don't have the slightest confidence, so I can only admit defeat! "The middle-aged woman played it down. She had an indifferent attitude.
Little Helper glanced at Zhang Fan and nodded slightly. He then continued to announce, "Two numbers four, go on stage!"
Two young men went on stage. One was called Feng Buzheng, and the other was called Zu Ming. They weren't the focus of attention, so people didn't pay much attention to their battle at first. However, when the battle started, everyone's attention was immediately focused on them.
The battle between the two of them was exciting because their combat strength was almost the same. They actually fought for a day and a night.
They were both peerless geniuses of large regions. They had more than one set of cultivation techniques. Their combat skills also had their own merits. The killing moves that they often used during the battle were praised from time to time.
At the end of the battle, both of them were exhausted. In the end, both of them were exhausted.
The two of them became friends after a fight. They actually laid down in the middle of the training field and became friends.
Little Helper waved his hand. A few people who had given up consciously rushed up and carried the two of them down.
"The fourth round is a tie. However, both of them lost the qualification. What do you think?" Little Helper looked at the two people who were carried down.
"We agree!"
"Absolutely! Sigh, brother, you put us together. I have a lot to say to brother Feng! "
"…"
"Number five!" Little Helper looked at the remaining people.
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