210: C210 Amputated Hand or Foot

C210 Amputated Hand or Foot

"Ding!" Congratulations for successfully taunting the host. King Points + 6! "

A clear voice resonated in Wang Xiaojian's mind, but he was furious.

"Lee Bai, what did you say? You called me a dog? "

Wang Xiaojian chuckled, and said: "A dignified second young master of Zhao Family listening to a dead eunuch's words, if it's not a dog, then what is?"

"Ding!" Congratulations for successfully taunting the host. King Points + 6! "

A crisp sound rang out.

Zhao Huoming's body shook again.

His eyes widened, and veins popped out on his forehead.

Every time he tried to anger Wang Xiaojian, he would always end up the same person who was angered.

"Lee Bai, go and die!"

Zhao Huoming was furious, his body released endless evil Qi, following that, with a "clang" sound, he pulled out a blade from his back.

The blade was as wide as three fingers and was shaped like a pirate knife. However, the body of the blade was exuding a faint glow.

This was not a Profound Ranked treasured sword, but its level had reached the peak level of Yellow Rank.

Zhao Huoming bellowed, with a leap, he rose three or four meters into the air and shot towards Wang Xiaojian like a goose.

As soon as he landed on the ground, the Golden Thunder Blade in his hand burst forth with dazzling saber light.

The saber light was like a golden feather. As it scattered, the surrounding air was about to be torn apart by the saber light.

Second Young Master s, Zhao Huoming is eighteen years old this year, so he is a cultivator of the Three-star Martial General.

At this moment, his blade slashed out, and a bright saber light appeared. This meant that his attainment of the technique had reached an extremely high level.

This was a young swordsman.

Wang Xiaojian held onto the Silver Snake Sword, but he did not unsheathe his sword.

He looked at Zhao Huoming who was using a powerful blade technique with an indifferent expression.

Below the stage, all the heaven's pride level experts looked at Wang Xiaojian with shocked expressions.

Not because of Zhao Huoming's sharp blade light, but because of Wang Xiaojian's reaction.

He was still so calm even when the other party was already on his way?

Aren't you afraid of being cut to death?

Could it be that he couldn't react in time?

Tian Hailiang frowned, he did not feel that Wang Xiaojian was unable to react. If that was the case, then Wang Xiaojian definitely would not have such an expression.

At that moment, Wang Xiaojian looked like he had all of Zhao Huoming's movements in his chest.

Because he was confident, he was indifferent.

Because he could see through it, he disdained drawing his sword!

In the middle of running, Zhao Huoming saw that Wang Xiaojian did not look down on him at all, and immediately became angry, shooting straight towards Wang Xiaojian.

The blade in his hand tore through the air and slashed at Wang Xiaojian's shoulder.

[Golden Feather Shattering Mountain Slash]!

Zhao Huoming bellowed, the blade on his blade releasing a gold light that shot up to the sky.

The light was several zhang in length, and its shape was like a sharp golden feather that made people cry out in alarm.

Gold Feather Saber Technique was a ninth level Yellow Rank saber technique, it was incomparably domineering.

The Golden Feather Shattering Mountain Chop was one of the most powerful killing moves of the Golden Feather Saber Technique.

It was extremely difficult to execute. Only by cultivating the Gold Feather Saber Technique to the sixth level of a martial skill, which was the highest realm, could one truly master this move.

A single saber had split apart a mountain, so it was called the Golden Feather Shattering Mountain Slash!

Zhao Huoming was a Second Young Master of the Zhao Family, and had enjoyed the core of the resources of the Zhao Family.

Cries of surprise were heard from the audience stands.

Many people were extremely worried about Wang Xiaojian, afraid that he would be killed by him.

However, Wang Xiaojian was still very calm. Facing the incoming blade light, he did not retreat but advanced instead. Taking a step forward, he welcomed the golden feathers transformed by Zhao Huoming's blade light.

Under the attack of Golden Feather Shattering Mountain, even the air seemed to be torn apart.

Anyone who was hit by the blade light would surely be drenched in blood.

However, Wang Xiaojian who was rushing towards Zhao Huoming, wasn't affected in the slightest.

If one looked carefully, even though he was rushing forward, his footsteps still followed a unique pattern.

With every step he took, he managed to avoid Zhao Huoming's blade beams as he advanced!

Clang!

The silver sword in Wang Xiaojian's hand flashed, and the Silver Snake Sword was instantly unsheathed.

With the support of the Nine-star Martial General Ranker Genuine Qi, the silver colored sword light surged in all four directions.

The dazzling light made it hard for the heaven's pride level experts to look directly at it. They almost closed their eyes to avoid the sword beams that shot into their eyes.

The Heaven's Pride below the stage let out a cry of alarm, and so did the people in the audience.

It was also at this time that a threatening silver sword light exploded out of the Silver Snake Sword's scabbard on the stage.

Everything that the sharp sword beam passed through was sliced open by Wang Xiaojian.

Wang Xiaojian unleashed one of the sword moves from the Silver Snake Sword, using a strong attack to tear apart the blade beam that came from Zhao Huoming with a dazzling silver light.

The saber light that had transformed into golden feathers was split into two.

The distance between the two was very close.

Wang Xiaojian's Silver Snake Sword broke through the seal of the blade and went straight for Zhao Huoming.

Zhao Huoming was shocked, he raised the long blade in his hand, attempting to block Wang Xiaojian's sharp sword.

However, the Silver Snake Sword that was bent like a snake suddenly changed its direction and slid across his chest at an incredibly tricky angle.

Swish!

Wang Xiaojian and Zhao Huoming crossed each other.

Their speed was so fast that no one in the audience could see them clearly.

However, soon after, a series of blood-curdling screams resounded in the air, attracting everyone's attention.

On the stage, Wang Xiaojian's back was facing Zhao Huoming.

His expression was calm as he held the Silver Snake Sword in his hand. The blood on the sword dripped down the groove and dripped onto the ground.

His white clothes were spotless.

On the other hand, Zhao Huoming had his hand on his chest, but fresh blood still flowed out from the gaps of his fingers, staining his clothes red!

It was just one move, but it was enough to determine who was stronger!

However, the two of them only stopped for an instant.

The pain from his chest tearing up caused Zhao Huoming's eyes to turn red.

He was wearing a Internal Armour, but the Internal Armour was still cut open by Wang Xiaojian's Profound Sword, if not he would not have been injured.

But because of the Internal Armour, he only suffered from superficial wounds.

He endured the pain, raised his long blade, and slashed at Wang Xiaojian once again.

Even though he was injured, his speed was incomparably fast. He performed the Golden Feather Saber Technique to its limit once more.

The blade glow and sword aura clashed, but the Heavenly Completion Stage Golden Feather Saber Technique was once again slashed open by Wang Xiaojian.

Wang Xiaojian thrusted out his sword but it was only a feint and after that, the Genuine Qi s all over his body entered his right leg and swept his foot across Zhao Huoming's leg.

The Purple-cloud Profound Arts made Wang Xiaojian's body extremely strong.

Crack!

Ah!

Accompanied by the sound of bones breaking, Zhao Huoming let out a blood-curdling scream as his body was sent flying like a broken string.

Zhao Huoming's body was still in the air, but with a flick of his leg, his body flew out like a cannonball, chasing after his target.

He and Zhao Huoming flew towards the other side of the stage at the same speed.

The sword in his hand had been replaced by the fist with the purple qi lingering around it.

In the air, Wang Xiaojian and Zhao Huoming looked at each other.

Wang Xiaojian's expression was as cold as ice, and the corner of his mouth revealed a cold smile.

Zhao Huoming's painful face revealed a look of panic.

"Don't …"

He opened his mouth, attempting to stop Wang Xiaojian.

However …2

Too late!

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