Chapter 208 My Sword Comes From My Prince

Listening to the seemingly calm but actually infinitely arrogant words of the young man in black.

Many of the current geniuses present were slightly startled, and immediately, boundless anger emerged in their eyes!

"What an arrogant boy!"

"How dare you speak to the Northern Ming Emperor's daughter like this?"

"Do you think that after defeating a mere Ying Beidou, you can become arrogant?"

Around the ring, the geniuses of the world roared angrily.

Jun Wannian and others were also among them, and even Saint Son of Xingluo Ying Beidou was mixed in the crowd and came to watch the battle in disguise.

When he first heard the arrogant words of the young man in black, Ying Beidou couldn't help but feel anger on his face.

But then, I heard the indignant cries of my peers watching the game around me.

Especially the last sentence, just a response to Beidou.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

This special girl... She has only lost two games. Has her status fallen so far?

but.

Ying Beidou shook his head to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind. His eyes fell on the young man in black, and there was worry in his eyes.

Although he was unhappy, he had to admit it.

When he fought with the young man in black, the sword killing technique performed by the young man in black gave him a stronger sense of oppression than Jian Rushuang's sea-shattering technique!

"This battle... Jian Rushuang may be really in danger!"

Ying Beidou couldn't help but murmured softly.

On the ring, Jian Rushuang was silent for a moment after hearing the words of the young man in black. Immediately, under the astonished gazes of everyone, in their eyes, Jian Rushuang, who should have been invincible, wiped out all opponents for His Nameless Highness.

But he nodded slightly, actually acknowledging what the young man in black said!

"You are right. If I only use the sea-shattering style, I will indeed not be your opponent!"

Said.

The sword was like frost, but she changed the topic, with the same "clang" sound, the spirit sword was unsheathed, held tightly by her bare hands, and the sword's edge was raised!

"But, the person I am now is far from what I was when I defeated Na Ying Beidou!"

As he spoke, Jian Rushuang took one step forward. In his mind, he recalled the true meaning of the sword contained in the sword talisman given to him by His Highness. With a slight breath, the spiritual power swept through his Dantian. Gather in the palm of your hand.

Immediately afterwards, a sword slashed down!

"Boom!"

For a while.

The entire Beiming City, and even the boundless void around Beiming City, was filled with thunderous roaring sounds, sweeping across the heaven and earth, and even vast spiritual light rolled back and gathered behind Jian Rushuang, evolving into a statue. , boundless and vast, like a shadow like a god!

If Gu Changqing were here.

I'm afraid it can be seen at a glance that this phantom of the god Zhuan is invisible, although his face cannot be seen clearly.

But that figure and aura.

But they are all quite similar to themselves.

And the mighty sword energy that filled and circulated in the body of Shen Zhuan Xuying was extremely similar to the sword he struck at the Burial Sword Gorge when he and Jian Rushuang first met!

However, the people watching the battle around them could not recognize who the phantom of the god Zhuan was.

But it didn't stop them from changing their colors involuntarily after a brilliant light shot up into the sky, and the shadow of the god condensed like a fairy or demon.

Even the young man in black couldn't help but raise his head in astonishment, looking at the sword light god Zhuan, with the same incredible light in his eyes!

"Qiang!"

Jian Rushuang's lips tightened, her eyes were firm, but she did not hesitate. She directly urged the spirit sword in her hand to slash forward.

As a result, the phantom of the god also triggered a divine sword light at the same time, like the scorching sun, blazing like fire, and slashed down with just one sword!

Throughout Beiming City, countless monks, geniuses, and powerful giants watched with horrifying eyes.

That Beiming City has been stored for who knows how many years, and even the great powers of the Holy Queen Stage and even the Holy Emperor Perfection Stage have competed here.

It was under the mighty sword light that it burst into pieces, shattering countless powdery stone fragments and scattering them all over the sky!

"Zhan...Zhan Kong?"

Until the stone debris soaring into the sky dissipated.

Everyone present came to their senses one by one, and then noticed that the young man in black had just avoided the impact point of the sword light and was not harmed.

"No, not Zhan Kong!"

A giant spoke up and stared at the young man in black.

"It's the daughter of the Beiming Emperor. She deliberately kept her hand with her!"

really.

After a brief silence.

The young man in black finally recovered from the shock, and his eyes fell back on Jian Rushuang. There was no emotion in his eyes, only boundless dullness and dullness.

"What kind of sword is this?"

"This sword?"

Hearing the question of the young man in black, Jian Rushuang was also startled. Immediately, he recalled in his mind the scene of His Royal Highness achieving the sword's heart in the Burial Sword Gorge, and slashing it down with one sword. It was like a divine revelation, and he spoke Voice.

"This sword is called... Burying Heaven Style!"

"Zangtian? What a domineering name..."

The young man in black murmured with emotion, his eyes regained some sparkle, and he took a deep breath: "But the true meaning in this sword is worthy of such a name!"

Said.

The light in the eyes of the young man in black became brighter and brighter, and he looked at Jian Rushuang with burning eyes.

"What I just saw is that when the sword fell, a figure like an immortal appeared."

"Thinking about it, it was my human race who created this style of swordsmanship. The true spirit manifested and caused the resonance of the avenue!"

"I wonder if the daughter of the North Sea Emperor can tell me the name of this sage?"

As he said this, the young man in black bowed to Jian Rushuang in front of everyone.

"As a young man in the sword path, I should always worship such sages in my heart, hoping that one day I can surpass them and live up to their intention of leaving their unique knowledge to the world!"

Looking at the young man in black bowing.

The monks watching the battle around the arena were all stunned.

Although they could all feel the terrifying power contained in the fairy-like phantom that Jian Rushuang had just summoned.

But what they didn't expect was that the fairy-like figure's attainments in the sword path would be so exaggerated that the young man in black, who was arrogant and looked down on everything, would show such respect!

However, what surprised them was.

After hearing the words of the young man in black and seeing him bow and sincerely asking for advice,

Jian Rushuang's face, however, did not show any smugness. Instead, her expression became a little strange.

"Daughter of the Northern Ocean, what does this mean?"

The young man in black was startled, thinking that Jian Rushuang was unhappy with his previous arrogant attitude.

"If you think I was rude before, please forgive me, Princess. I was too arrogant and underestimated the heroes of the world!"

The young man in black bowed solemnly, and seeing his appearance, Jian Rushuang finally couldn't hold it anymore.

The girl shook her head slightly, with a smile on her face that she tried hard to hide but couldn't suppress completely. Her cherry lips parted slightly and her voice was gentle and beautiful.

But the words she said made the young man in black and even everyone present suddenly choke!

"You are too polite, fellow Daoist. I am not blaming you for your previous impoliteness, but..."

"Fellow Daoist keeps calling you sages, but the Sky Burial Sword I comprehended was not obtained from the sages of my race, but a sword talisman bestowed by my prince!"

"That immortal-like phantom was not from the sages, but from the phantom of the Great Dao caused by my prince's true meaning of the sword!"