Arad Continent Sword God

Chapter 224 Nuo Yu
"Huangfuyan's strength is so strong." Wang Xiansheng's face was a little dignified.

I saw that professional assassin was considered a very formidable opponent among sixth-level professionals, but he hadn't attacked Huangfuyan at all until now!
"Three Phantom Slashes." Huangfuyan looked at the professional assassin who had been stalked by her, and instantly activated the skill.

The sword aura in her hand turned into a sword of frost, and three bursts of sword aura more than ten meters long appeared in front of the assassin in an instant.

boom!
The professional assassin fell heavily to the ground, obviously no longer capable of fighting.

The professionals watching the battle in the audience couldn't help but shrink their necks when they saw Huangfuyan's terrifying move, thinking to themselves that they must never meet this powerful woman.

"Very strong, very strong." Wang Xiansheng sighed.

Huangfuyan's last strike was already able to threaten him.

"It's my turn to play." Watching Huangfuyan walk off the arena, a red light suddenly lit up on Wang Xiansheng's seat, and Wang Xiansheng stood up and walked towards the stage.

"This person's strength is not to be underestimated."

"That group of people are all powerful sixth-order professionals."

"The white-haired young man carrying a giant sword just stepped on the stage and resolved the battle."

"That Asura wearing a black eyepatch is also very strong, I'm afraid the young man in charge will be even more terrifying."

Everyone in the audience looked at Wang Xiansheng solemnly.

Even Huangfuyan, who had just stepped off the arena, opened her eyes and stared at Wang Xiansheng intently, obviously regarded as a strong enemy by Wang Xiansheng.

"What a strong strength!" Sword Saint Xi Lan's apprentice looked at Wang Xiansheng with fear on his face. He was also a swordsman, and he sensed a very powerful sword energy from Wang Xiansheng.

"Wang Xiansheng."

"Yang Ming."

Yang Ming looked at Wang Xiansheng who came onto the stage with a look of apprehension.

Naturally, he sensed Wang Xiansheng's looming and terrifying strength, which made him feel bitter in his heart.

"Kill!" The barriers of the surrounding arena rose, and Yang Ming's expression became ruthless, and the halberd in his hand instantly stabbed at Wang Xiansheng like a white dragon.

Even the people in the audience couldn't help admiring Yang Ming's attack, they didn't hold back at all, obviously they had used all their strength to face the terrifying Wang Xiansheng.

"I don't know how Wang Xiansheng will hide." Everyone looked at Wang Xiansheng and thought in their hearts.

"It's just a trick." Wang Xiansheng looked at a cold light indifferently.

Then, under the shocked eyes of everyone, the Shuanglong Phantom Sword in his hand was unsheathed in an instant, and instantly touched the tip of Yang Ming's spear, preventing the menacing war halberd from advancing at all.

"How is it possible!" Yang Ming exclaimed in shock.

You must know that he is a sixth-level professional, and someone who can confidently come to the world's number one martial arts association, is he weak?

Moreover, Yang Ming is best at speed, the halberd in his hand is often in front of the opponent in an instant when others can't react.

But his current advantage was broken by Wang Xiansheng in an instant.

"Pervert." Although Lu Gudie and the others had confidence in Wang Xiansheng, they couldn't help muttering when they saw Wang Xiansheng's move from the point of the sword to the point of the spear.

"Surrender naturally." Wang Xiansheng looked at the terrified Yang Ming and said lightly.

Although the strength of Yang Ming in front of him is not bad, it is still much worse than him.

"You are very good, but it's too early for me to let you lose." Yang Ming blushed when he heard Wang Xiansheng's words.

"Kill!" Yang Ming drew his war halberd, and after a moment of one and a half months, with a terrifying sound of piercing through the air, it descended from the sky and struck at the top of Wang Xiansheng's head.

"I've given you a chance, why bother." Facing Yang Ming's attack, Wang Xiansheng didn't panic at all, shook his head and sighed.

The Shuanglong Phantom Sword in his hand instantly released a one-meter-long sword energy, hitting the incoming war halberd.

boom!
Yang Ming was hit hard by the huge impact and backed up frequently. The jaws of the tiger holding the halberd were covered with blood, but it didn't take long for him to stand on the edge of the arena.

"I lost." Yang Ming looked at the calm Wang Xiansheng and said decadently.

He naturally understood that just a random blow by Wang Xiansheng had already ripped his tiger's jaw apart, and he couldn't even hold the halberd in his hand, so why didn't he know how big the gap between him and Wang Xiansheng was.

Wang Xiansheng, who returned to his seat, looked at Lu Gudie beside him with a strange expression on his face, and said curiously.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Lu Gudie said flatly, "Pervert."

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The competition is still going on, countless powerful professionals have fought on stage, and even Wang Xiansheng watched it with gusto.

Even if he has learned a lot from these professionals, there is no lack of some novelty.

Just like on the arena now, Ren Yixu shouted at a sharpshooter on the arena with an angry look on his face.

"You have planted it! You are a bird who has been flying in the sky?" Ren Yixu roared while dodging the sharpshooter man above his head.

The sharpshooter looked at the furious Ren Yixu with a sneer on his face, without stopping at all, and threw a few ice-piercing grenades in front of Ren Yixu.

In an instant, it exploded into a terrifying cold air, enveloping Ren Yixu.

"How shameless!" Ren Yixu dodged the terrifying ice grenade in embarrassment, looking at the sharp gun in the sky and cursed angrily.

When he first came to the stage, before he arrived and announced his name, the sharpshooter flew directly into the sky and has not landed until now.

What made Ren Yixu most angry was that most of his attacks could not hit the sharpshooter in the sky. Occasionally, one or two attacks were quickly dodged by the sharpshooter.

"Ren Yixu is really unlucky." Wang Xiansheng couldn't help laughing at the embarrassed Ren Yixu.

For a battle madman like a berserker, the most fearful thing is that you can't hit the opponent, but the opponent can hit you.

It was simply very uncomfortable.

In the end, Ren Yixu, while dodging the attack of the sharpshooter in the sky, unexpectedly exhausted the vitality of the sharpshooter in the sky, and finally won.

"It's me again." When the red light came on, Wang Xiansheng stood up and walked towards the arena. Most of the professionals present had already fought each other, even Wang Xiansheng had fought several times.

The professionals who are still able to take the stage are all very powerful players among the sixth-level professionals.

Wang Xiansheng, who walked to the giant arena, looked at the people walking slowly, his brows were tightly frowned, and the sword energy began to rise from his body, obviously he had encountered a very difficult professional.

"Nuo Yu, Wang Xiansheng's opponent is actually Nuo Yu!"

"One is the powerful Wang Xiansheng, and the other is the apprentice of the Sword Master. Both of them are swordsmen. This time there is a good show to watch."

Everyone in the audience became excited.

(End of this chapter)