311: C311 The Descendant of the Sword Owl

C311 The Descendant of the Sword Owl

China, Dao Initiation realm, publicly acknowledged number one.

Sword Dao number one, Swordsmanship-seeking True Monarch.

Born in a family of the Dao of the Sword, at the age of ten, he practiced the sword. At the age of twenty-one, he wielded a wooden sword and swept through the area.

Thirty-six years old. On the battlefield, he killed three thousand miles with his sword. The name of the Sword Saint of Shu City shook the martial arts world.

Fifty-seven years old, visiting various large sects and experiencing thirty-two battles. None of them were defeated.

At eighty years old, he was already hidden from the world.

One hundred and three years old, once living in the Dragon Lake of Jinling.

Some people said that when True Lord Wenjian was three years old, there was a golden cloud carrying a sword and sending it to Shu City.

Some people also said that he was once a disciple of an immortal and was a disciple of an immortal.

They saw that white-haired old man. He was almost two hundred years old now, and very few people in China knew the word sword.

In the audience stands, Chen Yi looked at the white-haired old man, but his eyes were calm.

In this world, there were only a few nominal disciples of Chen Yi. Swordsmanship-seeking was one of them.

The Sword Owl of Shu City, the descendant of Orchon, who had died in the Battle of a Hundred Kingdoms, was a descendant of Orchon.

"Shu City!"

Chen Yi looked at the arena, his eyes flashing with the gaze of the person who had once been in Shu City, listening to the stories and drinking to his bowl.

The chaos of the Hundred Kingdoms was enough to break the void, but for the sake of China, he had given up on the path of ascension. He was facing the seven Lords of the overseas forces, who were comparable to Martial Arts Golden Core Stage.

In the end, he was defeated by the ocean, and it lasted until Chen Yi arrived.

Chen Yi's finger trembled slightly, and he came back to his senses from his memories.

True Lord Swordsmanship-seeking carried a bronze sword on his back. He was as arrogant as Owen in the past.

All the overseas countries were furious.

"You want to fight three people at the same time?!"

"What a joke, are you a clown in the show?"

"Old man, don't die too horribly later!"

Overseas. In the ocean, there were even people who mocked and mocked True Monarch Wen Jian in an arrogant manner.

However, when he heard this, he did not get angry. Instead, he slowly pulled out the bronze sword from his back.

When he pulled out the sword, there was a shocking sword cry.

Buzz!

This sword cry was like tens of millions of silver needles, piercing into the ears of the experts of the hundreds of overseas countries.

Many of the weaker people even covered their ears with their hands, full of pain. When the sword cry stopped, there was actually blood on their hands.

The might of merely pulling out the sword was actually terrifying.

The entire stadium instantly fell into silence.

China's forces looked at True Lord Wenjian in shock, especially the younger generation.

"This is too shocking!"

"True Lord Wen Jian, I've never heard of him!"

"A Dao Initiation realm True Lord is actually so terrifying!"

"I feel that if I were to stand in front of this True Lord Swordsmanship-seeking and just pull out my sword, I would have no choice but to flee!"

The younger generation of Huaxia people were discussing, and their eyes were filled with excitement.

A battle in the Dao Initiation realm was hard to see in the world.

Ou Shuang stood with his sword in hand. He took a step forward, "Why don't you quickly enter the stage!?"

His voice was like a sword, causing the expressions of the Hundred Nations to change slightly.

The Great Righteous God looked at Ou Shuang and narrowed his eyes. "Sword Dao, don't think that only you, Hua Xia, cultivate!"

"Liu Yun!"

He spat out a name. Behind him, a man wearing an evil ghost mask walked out with a sword in his arms.

"Great Righteous God!"

He bowed respectfully. Originally, Great Righteous God and Gong had other candidates for this battle, but now, he had to make his appearance.

"Go and experience China's Sword Dao!" The Great Righteous God said calmly. "In my Japan, you can be considered a Sword Demon. If you lose, cut your own stomach and commit suicide!"

Under the Great Palace Flowing Cloud Mask, his eyes were bewitching. He said coldly, "I will not let down the Great Righteous God Stage!"

Under the feet of the Great Palace's Flowing Cloud, With a tap, he appeared in front of Ou Shuang.

He lowered his body and held a sword at his waist.

His eyes were like the eyes of a devil, faintly suffused with a dark red color.

In the next moment, the entire world turned dark. Only a scarlet sword light slashed towards Ou Shuang.

Ou Shuang held the sword, but he did not take a step back. When the sword light appeared in front of him, he suddenly twisted his wrist.

With this turn, he landed on the ground. When the sword mark appeared, the ground sank and sank.

The sky and the earth seemed to slow down as Ou Shuang slashed out with his sword.

Buzz!

The two swords collided and a red sword collided with the bronze sword in Ou Shuang's hand.

When the two swords collided, if one observed carefully, one could see that the dust on the ground was being destroyed bit by bit.

The sand was shattered by the collision of the two swords and turned into nothingness.

On the stadium, a hundred meters away from the two of them, the ground seemed to have been cut open.

Ou Shuang looked at the figure of the Great Palace Flowing Cloud and coldly said: "That's all your strength is!?"

As the eight characters appeared, Grand Palace Streamcloud's expression changed abruptly. But in the next instant, Ou Shuang moved.

He took a step and in an instant, nine figures appeared in the stadium.

It was as if there were nine people holding swords as they charged towards Gong Liuyun alone.

The Great Palace's Liu Yun's expression changed abruptly. He roared out explosively, as if he had three heads and six arms.

That was an afterimage formed from wielding a sword at an extremely fast speed. At this instant, he brandished six swords in total.

In an instant, it was as if the Grand Palace Flowing Cloud and Ou Shuang were exchanging blows with the Sword Dao. Power, techniques, even the power to enter the Dao, and even the Sword Dao.

In the eyes of ordinary people, a flash of lightning was only an instant.

By the time everyone reacted, Ou Shuang and Grand Palace Flowing Cloud had already crossed paths.

They saw Ou Shuang Wei standing there. A corner of his sleeve was suddenly cut off.

Behind him, Great Palace Flowing Cloud's mountain had nine sword scars.

Great Palace Flowing Cloud's eyes gradually dimmed. Even in death, he seemed to find it hard to believe.

"What!?"

In the stadium, everyone could not help but be shocked.

Whether it was China or the hundreds of countries overseas.

It was too fast. It was almost the fastest round.

The two of them seemed to have just moved and it was already over.

"That old guy Ou Shuang seems to be really angry when he moved!" Yan Ann sighed, "This guy is lucky and his life is good. He doesn't look like us!"

"All of us have received a favor from the Ancestor Chen before. However, he is the only one who can receive the Ancestor Chen personally in Dragon Lake Mountain!" Shen Kong was also speaking.

On the side, True Monarch Sky Wolf's eyes carried a trace of sharpness. He was carrying a large bow on his back as he looked at the hundred countries across the sea.

Among the hundred countries in the sea, some existences comparable to the Dao Initiation realm martial artists of China could not help but change their expressions.

They looked at True Lord Swordsmanship-seeking with a solemn expression. It was as if they were looking at an expert, and they did not dare to underestimate him in the slightest.

At this moment, the Temple of Gods was at the location of the Temple of Gods. Someone slowly said, "Vidal!"

Someone slowly walked out of the Temple of the Gods. It was a man with green hair, and even his eyes were dark green. His skin was fair, and his ears were sharp like the elves in Western mythology.

He smiled and walked towards the ring.

On Gu E's side, the person who had fought Chen Yi before also said slowly, "Hunus!"

Behind him, a dark skinned man with a cold expression slowly walked out.

He respectfully bowed to that person and finally jumped onto the arena.

Ou Shuang looked at the two people who had entered the arena. His eyes were still indifferent.

In the Pantheon temple, the old man who was known as the Creation True God smiled amiably.

"China's expert, since you are so arrogant!"

"Merciful and kind gods, dang..."1

"As you wish!"

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