Iceberg President's personal expert

Ye Chen stood high in the sky, looking down at the smoke and dust rising everywhere with a very calm expression.

As the successor of Jiange, Jianqiu possesses an innate sword body, so it is impossible for him to be defeated like this.

However, as a mere sword cultivator, he did look down on him for not using his own magic sword.

At this moment, sharp sword energy burst out from the ground of the arena.

Only the sound of sharp swords rang out in the arena, and sword energy several feet long shot up into the sky.

Jian Qiu's figure, accompanied by the sword energy in the sky, suddenly flew out of the pit and returned to the sky above the arena.

Jian Qiu looked rather disheveled at this moment, and his clothes were somewhat dirty.

"As expected of a demigod whose fame resounds throughout Yanjing. What a strong body."

Jian Qiu looked at Ye Chen with fear, his hands placed at his sides, trembling slightly.

After just exchanging one punch with Ye Chen, Jian Qiu's hands felt a little numb.

This was the first time Jianqiu encountered such a situation.

Although he did not practice any body-refining techniques, as a person with an innate sword body, he tempered his body with sword energy every day, and his body was much stronger than that of an ordinary master.

But even so, he was still unable to resist Ye Chen's punch.

"Show your true strength, otherwise today's battle will be meaningless."

Ye Chen put his hands behind his back and looked at Jian Qiu calmly.

"as you wish."

Jian Qiu took a deep breath and slowly drew out the sword behind him.

As the long sword was unsheathed, the sharp sound of the sword rang out again.

It was as if a dazzling white light cut through the sky, and the sharp sword energy suddenly gushed out with Jian Qiu's movements.

The long sword was held in Jianqiu's hand. At this moment, the aura around Jianqiu became obviously different.

The swordsman holding his natal sword finally used his true power at this moment.

"This sword is called Po Jun. It is a famous sword passed down by our Sword Pavilion. The previous owners were all strong men in the Sword Pavilion. This sword has been in the world for hundreds of years. It has drunk countless blood and killed countless people."

Jian Qiu gently stroked the blade of the Pojun Sword with his right hand and introduced the origin of the sword in a serious manner.

"It's a good sword."

Ye Chen nodded, his eyes full of admiration.

Although the Pojun sword has a restrained aura, Ye Chen can sense that there is an extremely strong evil spirit contained in the sword.

The sword is a killing weapon, and the murderous aura of this sword is so strong that it is rare among the famous swords Ye Chen has seen.

The Pojun Sword has been nurtured with murderous aura for hundreds of years, and the power of this sword is obvious.

"Today, I will use this Broken Army Sword to test whether your body is stronger or my sword is stronger."

As soon as Jian Qiu finished speaking, a sharp look flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly swung the Pojun Sword in his hand and slashed towards Ye Chen.

The sharp sword energy whizzed out from the Pojun Sword. It seemed that the sword energy was not as powerful as the one Jianqiu had displayed before, but all the power was contained in this sword energy, and the power was obviously incomparable.

"Today, I will test your sword energy to see if it is sharp or not."

Ye Chen laughed loudly, with a look of disdain on his face, and punched towards the sword energy again.

Rumble!

A roar was heard in the void, and the spiritual energy in the sky surged with Ye Chen's punch, gathering in Ye Chen's fist mark, turning into a huge beam of light, and directly bombarded the sword energy in the air.

A fist and a sword collided in the air, causing a huge roar.

The terrifying energy spread out to the surroundings.

After Jian Qiu swung out with the sword, he quickly took a step forward. His whole body turned into sword light and appeared around Ye Chen again. The Pojun Sword in his hand changed dozens of times in the air, and even phantoms appeared in the air.

Jianqiu's figure appeared in all positions around Ye Chen, and in each position, there was a Jianqiu slashing towards Ye Chen.

From afar, Ye Chen was surrounded by Jian Qiu's figure, and there were dense and sharp sword energy everywhere.

"What kind of swordsmanship is this? It's so fast."

"Based on this sword technique alone, who among the masters of the same realm can resist this sword fall?"

When the many masters around the arena saw Jian Qiu perform this sword technique, their faces were filled with horror.

Being able to release so many sword energies in a short period of time, and even making these phantoms appear at the same time, shows that Jian Qiu is extremely fast.

When these phantoms had almost disappeared, he swung out the next sword.

Dozens of sword energies were unleashed at the same time, which was equivalent to the power of Jian Qiu's sword being superimposed dozens of times.

Even among the masters at the same level as Jian Qiu, few dared to say that they could withstand dozens of consecutive slashes from the Pojun Sword.

When this sword technique was used, some fellow sword masters were a little confused.

"Well come."

Ye Chen looked at the dense sword energy enveloping him and burst into laughter. The energy and blood in his body surged to the extreme and turned into a blood light that shot up into the sky, like rolling wolf smoke, going straight up into the sky.

The vigorous energy and blood floated around Ye Chen, as if transformed into a raging blood wave, surging towards the surrounding sword energy.

Rumble!

The sword energy and the blood energy collided with each other, erupting with extremely powerful power.

However, Jian Qiu's swordsmanship was extremely mysterious. Even Ye Chen was unable to block so much sword energy in a short period of time.

I saw sword energy piercing through the blood around Ye Chen and directly cutting him.

The sound of metal colliding was heard.

Jian Qiu's Pojun sword slashed on Ye Chen's body, and it was like slashing on hard metal, and it couldn't even break Ye Chen's body.

When the clothes that cut Ye Chen's body cut into his flesh, only a white mark was left.

For Ye Chen, this level of injury was like a tickle, and it was of no consequence.

"break!"

Ye Chen's eyes focused, and his strong fighting spirit suddenly boiled up. He threw punches at Jian Qiu's many sword shadows.

Jianqiu is fast, and his punching speed is also quite fast.

Even if Jian Qiu's real body cannot be distinguished, as long as all these phantoms are defeated, Jian Qiu's real body will naturally be defeated.

Ye Chen’s punch was powerful and at the same time, his body was agile, like a real dragon soaring into the sky and actually dancing in the air.

Seeing this, Jian Qiu's face changed, and the Pojun sword in his hand suddenly slashed on Ye Chen's fist.

Boom!

Jian Qiu felt a strong energy coming from the tip of the sword, which directly blew him away.

Ye Chen stood there, looking at the bloodstain appearing on his fist, and raised his eyebrows slightly.

"As expected of the famous sword of Jian Pavilion, it actually hurt me."

Ye Chen looked at the bloodstain on his fist, his lips slightly raised, and as the qi and blood flowed, the bloodstain on his fist disappeared instantly.

Seeing this scene, Jian Qiu's pupils shrank and his face was full of horror.