The heavens, start from one person

Chapter 167 Killing the Swordsman in White
Zhao Lizheng swung the wooden sword again and slammed it on the ground.

A terrifying vortex appeared and completely swallowed that vortex. The dust on the ground was flying, and the figures of Zhao Lizheng and the swordsman in white were covered by the dust.

"boom!"

"Boom~"

The two continued to attack, and terrifying energy ripples spread to the surroundings, covering an entire area.

"No, it must be resolved quickly!"

With a thought, the swordsman in white urged the long sword in his hand.

"Boom~"

A terrifying sword light appeared in midair, and charged towards Zhao Lizheng below. The terrifying energy ripples raged, and a huge pit was collapsed on the ground, filled with dust, completely covering the place.

"This trick of yours has no effect on me at all!"

In the dust, Zhao Lizheng's figure emerged again, looking at the white-clothed swordsman in the distance and said.

"Don't be arrogant!"

The swordsman in white roared, and the long sword in his hand stabbed forward again.

"Om~"

A white light gushed out of the long sword again, and the white light quickly condensed into a sharp blade, stabbing fiercely at Zhao Lizheng's body.

Zhao Lizheng sneered, stretched out his palm, and slapped forward, a terrifying suction force was generated, a black hole emerged, and Zhao Lizheng's palm fell into it.

"boom!"

The terrifying white sword energy stabbed fiercely at the black hole, making a dull sound.

"Humph!"

The corners of Zhao Lizheng's mouth turned up slightly, and with a flick of his wrist, the black hole shrank instantly.

"Ah~"

The white-clothed swordsman let out a shrill scream, and he flew upside down, smashing heavily on a high mountain in the distance, making a loud bang.

"Pfft!"

The white-clothed swordsman spat out blood, with a horrified expression on his face.

Just now Zhao Lizheng defeated himself with only one move, what's going on?

The swordsman in white wanted to struggle to stand up, but unfortunately his bones were shattered and he couldn't exert any strength.

"I don't agree!"

"Pfft~"

The swordsman in white spat out another big mouthful of blood, his eyes filled with unwillingness.

"I said, you will never be my opponent!"

Zhao Lizheng looked at the white-clothed swordsman indifferently, and with a flash, he rushed into the dust again.

"Boom~"

With a loud noise, the swordsman in white fell from the air again.

"boom!"

Zhao Lizheng came over and looked down at the white-clothed swordsman with disdain in his eyes.

The strength of the swordsman in white is indeed not bad, but there is still a big gap compared with himself.

"Puff~"

The swordsman in white fell from mid-air, a trace of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth.

At this moment, he finally believed that Zhao Lizheng did have the strength to defeat him, because during this period of time, he had been hit by Zhao Lizheng several times in a row, and he had no strength to fight back at all.

Such a blow was simply too terrifying, and it was also the greatest pain I had along the way.

"I really don't understand why you are so powerful. Even though we are both cultivators at the transformation stage, I feel that your strength is stronger than mine!" The swordsman in white struggled to get up and looked up at Zhao Lizheng , with a hint of doubt on his face, he didn't know why Zhao Lizheng's strength suddenly became so terrifying.

"You don't really need to understand, because you never will."

"Why, why I will never be able to understand, why?"

"Why would I lose!"

"I can not be reconciled!"

The swordsman in white roared hysterically.

"Because you are not qualified to be my enemy!"

Zhao Lizheng's words, like a bolt from the blue, hit the white-clothed swordsman's heart hard.

yes!I am not qualified to be his enemy!
These words deeply hurt the white-clothed swordsman's self-esteem, and made him very irritable and restless.

"No! I don't agree!"

The eyes of the swordsman in white turned red instantly, and he took out the long sword again, and slashed at Zhao Lizheng.

"I may fail, but my sword will not fail!"

"Thousand Swords Slaughter!"

The swordsman in white shouted loudly, and the space around his body froze instantly.

"Shhhhh~"

Countless long swords cut through the void from his side and shot towards Zhao Lizheng.

"So fast!"

"His swordsmanship is really getting faster and faster. If this continues, won't my situation become more and more dangerous!"

Zhao Lizheng's face was serious. He never expected that the white-clothed swordsman would learn swordsmanship in the shortest possible time. It would be extremely dangerous for him to continue like this.

"Whoosh whoosh~"

Countless long swords shot towards Zhao Lizheng with destructive power.

"Hoohoo~"

The sound of the air being torn was heard one after another, and sharp sword qi pierced the air, leaving behind terrifying traces.

"Boom!"

Countless long swords slammed into the defensive light curtain set up by Zhao Lizheng.

"Peng~"

"Boom~"

"Boom~"

The sound of explosions was endless, and terrifying energy shock waves swept wildly towards the surroundings.

"Pfft~"

Zhao Lizheng was hit by the energy shock wave, the clothes on his chest were shattered, and a blood arrow shot out from his chest, splashing all over the ground.

"Puff~"

Zhao Lizheng's figure flickered, and he took a few steps back.

"Hahaha~"

"Hahaha~"

"Zhao Lizheng, you also have today, look at my sword!"

The proud laughter of the swordsman in white spread throughout this desolate wilderness again.

"Whoosh~"

The white-clothed swordsman held the long white sword tightly with both hands, and a sharp sword aura shot out from the long sword.

This is the famous stunt of the white-clothed swordsman: "Ten Thousand Swords Slaughter!"

The power of this sword is enough to easily destroy a city.

The sword of the white-clothed swordsman blasted towards Zhao Lizheng with endless power.

Facing this terrifying sword light, Zhao Lizheng's face became extremely solemn, and he felt the threat of death.

His right foot stomped on the ground suddenly, and his figure retreated suddenly.

His speed was so fast that the white-clothed swordsman felt unbelievable. The speed of this sword was more than three times slower than Zhao Lizheng's, which surprised the white-clothed swordsman.

However, it's not over yet.

Zhao Lizheng retreated sharply again, his figure seemed to be like a swimming fish, dodging the sword of the white-clothed swordsman.

"Whoosh~"

Zhao Lizheng's body swayed and appeared behind the swordsman in white.

His right hand swung down abruptly.

"Snapped!"

"Ah~"

The white-clothed swordsman let out a miserable howl, and his right arm was broken by Zhao Lizheng, and the broken part was spattered with blood.

"unlimited!"

Zhao Lizheng opened his hand, and the infinite artistic conception suddenly exploded. Wanjian Slaughter came out of his palm and slashed at the white-clothed swordsman.

"Puff!"

The sword energy of infinite artistic conception instantly penetrated the body of the white-clothed swordsman. The body of the white-clothed swordsman trembled in the air, and then fell to the ground, his body twitching uncontrollably.

"You you are the devil!"

The white-clothed swordsman spoke these words with difficulty, his eyes full of unwillingness and fear.

The swordsman in white did not expect that the powerful strength he pursued all his life would be so vulnerable in front of Zhao Lizheng. He was killed by Zhao Lizheng in one blow, and he had no chance to resist. It was really terrible!

"Shuh!"

The soul of the swordsman in white was absorbed by the infinite artistic conception, and then Zhao Lizheng opened his mouth and started to eat.

(End of this chapter)