The Sword God of the Universe

A breeze, a breeze!

The blue robe made a rustling sound in the wind.

The man under his robe was like a stone statue standing for thousands of years.

"Wheeze!"

In this seemingly unchangeable eternity, Jing Yan in green suddenly raised his arms.

On the black sword, a dense light mass exploded.

At the same time, a vast energy, from its body, out of gloom. The white mist then spread and wrapped his whole body around it.

"Shua!"

Countless pairs of eyes, as if they had been trained thousands of times, stared straight at Jing Yan in green.

"Holy shit! I'm going blind!"

"What the hell! I'm blind too!"

"What's going on? Was Jing Yan born in the same state? Did his energy dissipate?"

"No, his primordial qi fog is very different from the primordial qi fog. Look carefully, the fog around Jing Yan is different from the fog around jing tianlong!"

"That's right, Jing Yan's fog is relatively thin, not as condensed as the primordial qi fog of a true inborn martial artist. It seems to be, half a step inborn!"

"But... When he fought with Jing Shahe three days ago, wasn't he sure it was the realm of the ninth heaven of martial arts? Could it be said that in three days, he had already entered the realm of the first half?"

"It seems that this is the truth! This pervert!"

"However, even if he was half a step ahead of nature, he would not be able to compete with jing tianlong. Although his vitality melted into mist, it was only a half-finished product, not as good as the true state of nature." Someone said in a heavy voice.

Jing Tianlong, who was wearing a gold robe, suddenly narrowed his eyes.

When he saw the fog of energy surrounding Jing Yan, his mind became more determined.

This Jing Yan is much more abnormal than he thought. Three days of battle between prospect and Jing Shahe, he witnessed it with his own eyes. At that time, Jing Yan was definitely not at the level of yuan qi fog. It was only three days... Three days, what can I do?

For a cultivator, three days is too short. If you close your eyes once and open them again, three days may pass.

Jing yan, however, took advantage of these three days to break through again and start to melt the vitality into mist.

How much longer would it take to grow? Once Jing Yan stepped into the innate state, with this abnormal ability to go beyond the level of fighting, what would he do with jing tianlong?

Even if Jing Tianlong was extremely confident in himself, he knew in his heart that once Jing Yan was born, he would never be Jing Yan's opponent.

The Jing family executives on the stage, the heads of the vip seats, and their eyes were flickering.

This battle is getting more and more interesting.

"How long can Jing Yan, who was born with half a step, last in Jing Tianlong's hands?" Such thoughts naturally swirled in the hearts of everyone.

As for Jing Yan's defeat of Jing Tianlong, they did not think about it. As long as it was a normal person, they would not have such an idea.

The innate martial artist is the innate martial artist. He is definitely not a martial artist below the innate ability to compare.

In East Lincheng, once a martial artist stepped into the inborn world, his status and status would instantly have a qualitative leap. Any inborn martial artist could stand alone in a place like East Lincheng.

Almost no one noticed that Jing Yan was not born at all.

"Jing Yan!"

"How about this fight between us? Why don't we add some glory?" Jing Tianlong said with a grim smile after his eyes turned and the shock in his heart subsided.

Jing Yan looked at Jing Tianlong and waited for him to continue.

"You just got the top prize in the family, 10,000 Lingshi. Well, there are three top quality Lingshi, which are priced at 12,000. Altogether, there are 2200 Lingshi."

"It's still a little small. By the way, you still have a divine wood order, which is also included. However, there is no standard price for the divine wood order, so make up an entire number with the Lingshi in front of you, which will count as 50,000 Lingshi in total."

"How about 50,000 Lingshi in this battle? If you lose, give me what I just said. If I lose, I'll give you 50,000 Lingshi."

Jing Tianlong said slowly with a smile.

In fact, his main purpose was not to take a fancy to the reward Jing Yan received in the family contest. Instead, it was to attack Jing Yan's martial heart.

After nearly two years of training at Three major academies's Honglianxueyuan, Jing Tianlong had personally seen some prodigies sink after a single blow.

At this time, Jing Tianlong felt that defeating Jing Yan alone was not enough. He wanted Jing Yan to have nothing and let him never recover.

Jing Yan stared at Jing Tianlong.

"Jing Tianlong, if you want to bet, I will accompany you!" Jing Ziqi's voice came, and then, everyone saw that Jing Ziqi also came to jing yan and jing tianlong's side. "Jing Tianlong, I will fight for Jing Yan! I will take the lead you said!"

Jing Ziqi, a pair of bright and beautiful eyes, fixed on Jing Tianlong at this moment.

"Oh?"

"When did we need a woman to stand up for us on our first day in East Lincheng?" Jing Tianlong sneered.

"Jing Tianlong, are you afraid of a woman like me? Are you afraid to fight me?" Jing Ziqi's breath froze and he said with a cold smile.

"This battle is between Jing Tianlong and me. It has nothing to do with anyone else!" Jing Yan suddenly spoke, his tone light and gentle.

Immediately, he turned his eyes and looked at jing chengye. "Clan leader, I took the credit that Jing Tianlong said just now. Please, as a witness, I'm afraid that someone will regret it later!"

Jing Yan, smile.

"Jing Yan, you want to die!" Jing Tianlong let out a roar, and the energy surrounding his body exploded like a calm lake falling into a huge rock.

Then, his body suddenly leaned forward. In an instant, a glowing red sword was held in his hand.

The long sword suddenly moved in the space, and the space seemed to be torn apart by the sword. The piercing sound spread throughout the square.

Following closely behind, the red light was loud on the long red sword. The dazzling red light seemed to pour into the sky, with a breathtaking power, condensed into a huge red sword shadow that was ten meters long.

"Jing Yan be careful!" Jing Ziqi was extremely worried. She wanted to fight for jingyan against Jing Tianlong, but jingyan didn't appreciate it. She had no choice.

"Good job!" Jing Yan, with a long roar, stood still and moved like lightning.

Flowing light sword, "Swish, swish, swish," and the Three waves of the condensed moon, formed a three-story sword screen.

The onlookers who held their breath only saw Jing Yan, dressed in a blue robe, smashing into the red Jian Guang, which was ten meters long.

"Jing Yan, is he looking for death?" Countless martial artists naturally had such thoughts in their hearts.