I'm 16 years old, what's wrong with my combat power exceeding 100 million?

The fighting spirit in Jian San's eyes boiled to the extreme at this moment.

He raised one hand and pointed his sword toward the sky.

A nearly transparent blazing white sword light slowly condensed.

The moment the sword light condensed, the billions of divine swords floating in the sky began to tremble.

That handle once had a glorious past and was an extremely sharp ancient sword.

Cracks began to appear on the sword.

The erratic, blazing white sword light seemed inconspicuous at first glance, but the moment it took shape, an unparalleled sense of oppression pervaded the world.

It seemed to be integrated into the world itself, turning the entire world into a terrifying and boundless sword prison.

"The sword transforms the universe!"

Sword cultivators simply practice swordsmanship and do not practice magical powers.

But after reaching the extreme, one sword can break all kinds of magic, and one sword can transform all kinds of magic!

This sword made Master Xiao in the building raise their heads.

"Is this little guy about to reach that level?"

"As expected, it was trained and taught by that sword idiot."

Shen Qianzhou and others were even more frightened and trembling.

"This sword has surpassed the limit of realm!"

"In terms of combat power, the sixth brother may have surpassed the senior brother."

"I wonder how it compares to Second Senior Brother?"

The young man in blue was not too frightened, but he rubbed his chin and tutted.

"No, it seems like we really need to work harder. If we continue like this, we will never get ahead."

Bai Ziming said in shock: "Sixth Brother's sword is too terrifying. Does he want to kill someone?"

Shen Qianzhou shook his head slowly and said: "There is no murderous intention in the sword. If that kid can't resist it, he should stop."

"But it's hard to say whether he can control this sword use."

The young man in blue looked at the fat young man and said, "Do you still think there is nothing wrong with him?"

The obese young man swallowed his saliva and felt a little unconfident: "Maybe... right?"

In their opinion, Jian San's sword has definitely exceeded the limit of a quasi-immortal king.

Even if you are a true Immortal King, you may not be able to accept it easily if you are not serious.

And could Benwei be the Immortal King?

I'm afraid there is no such young Immortal King in this world, right?

At this time, I saw Gu Benwei in the pavilion. He stretched out his hand and took a maple leaf that was falling by the pavilion.

He finally raised his head and said in a rather impatient tone.

"Where did this rubbish come from? I was just talking to someone."

"What kind of bullshit is there about three swords and a few swords? Do you have the right to interrupt?"

"Get out of here, uncle!"

When the words fell, he flicked them casually.

The maple leaf turned into a red shadow and flew towards Jian San in mid-air.

Jian San, on the other hand, watched the maple leaf coming towards him, and suddenly sensed something and his eyes widened.

He subconsciously swung his sword finger and tried his best to chop down the sword.

Then, he was gone.

The billions of divine swords behind him and the cloud of swords in the sky collapsed in an instant.

The sword prison that filled the world was like broken glass, shattering and dissipating at the same time.

Jian San himself has disappeared without a trace.

The sky was clear and cloudless.

It was as if nothing had happened just now.

Inside and outside the forest, there was silence.

The young man in blue, Shen Qianzhou and others stared wide-eyed and did not react for a long time.

When he came to his senses, the obese young man let out a low scream as if his foot had been stepped on.

"Sixth Senior Brother is gone?"

"Beat beaten to ashes?"

The young man in blue also came to his senses and shuddered.

"What just happened?"

"That kid... used a maple leaf to kill Lao Liu?"

On the other side of the forest, Bai Ziming's legs softened and he sat down directly on the ground.

Shen Qianzhou was also stunned and trembling all over.

The scene that just happened was beyond their cognitive limits.

In the Fire Maple Forest, a look of surprise flashed across the beautiful eyes of the woman in the building.

She knew that Ben Wei could take the sword from Jian San.

He also knew that Jiansan could never be Kuan Benwei's opponent.

It's just that Benwei's action was too understated, which surprised her.

The woman in the building calmly spoke after she came to her senses.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist, for showing mercy."

"Young people are impulsive and reckless. I hope fellow Taoists will forgive me."

Different from Shen Qianzhou and others.

She knew that Jian San was not beaten to ashes.

Instead, it was knocked away by the leaf just now and flew to an unknown place.

Because it was flying so fast, she didn't even notice where Jian San was going.

However, given the terrifying strength of the being in the pavilion, Jian San was knocked away.

It shows that the other party is merciful.

Otherwise, it will not fly but become ashes.

Ben Weihun didn't care: "He's just a rubbish brat. Next time, remember better and don't interrupt when adults are talking."

The woman in the building smiled slightly: "I would like to follow the advice of my fellow Taoist."

To him, it's the difference between swatting mosquitoes away and killing them.

The reason why he was not shot to death was, as Shen Qianzhou said, because Jian San had no killing intention when he took action.

As long as there is a trace of malice or murderous intention, Jian San has truly disappeared now.

The kind that doesn't even have ashes left.

Naturally, the four people outside the forest could not hide her perception, so although her voice was not high, it spread far away and fell into the ears of the four people outside the forest.

The obese young man breathed a sigh of relief: "It's okay, it's okay. Brother Six was not beaten to ashes."

Although the young man in blue also relaxed in his eyes, he said: "It's easy for him. If you don't do something cruel to him, this kid doesn't know what it means to respect the old and love the young. Even my senior brother dares to bully me."

They lured Jian San to find Benwei. Essentially, they just wanted to make Jian San suffer, but they didn't want to kill him.

Bai Ziming and Shen Qianzhou on the other side also breathed a sigh of relief.

"It's Master Xiao's voice. It turns out that Master Xiao is here."

Bai Ziming tugged at the corner of Shen Qianzhou's clothes: "That's none of our business. Ninth Senior Brother, let's withdraw. Those candidates are still waiting for us."

Then the two looked at each other and retreated in a tacit understanding.

Even Master Xiao, one of the four masters of the academy, appeared.

No matter how things develop, it is obvious that they are no longer in the hands of the two little Karami.

"Okay, let's continue."

Benwei didn't care about these people here. He suddenly appeared in the building.

"Where did you just say that?"

Benwei slapped his forehead: "Oh, reward."

"You play the piano well. If I say you deserve a reward, then you deserve a reward."

"Praise is a reward. I don't want to play with it."

The woman in the building, Mrs. Xiao, one of the four masters of the academy, smiled slightly when she heard this.

"Thank you for your kindness."

"But the slave family really doesn't need any reward."

"Music is a slave's hobby, and playing it is not for any benefit."

Unexpectedly, Benwei waved his hand very arrogantly.

"That won't do. It's your business whether you want it or not. Whether you reward it or not is my business."