Heavenly Monarch of All Times

The next day, the swordman continued.

After the first day of fighting, nearly 5,000 swordsmen were eliminated by about 1,000 people, leaving 4,000 participants.

The next battle will become more and more fierce, and more and more people will be eliminated.

Nie Tian’s first battle, his opponent was not strong, he easily won.

Next, he began to pay attention to the battles of other people, of course, the person he is most concerned about, or Cher, or now called Xueling is more appropriate.

At this time, above the 17th sword field, Xue Ling is playing against a Tsing Yi swordsman.

Although Nie Tian knew that her perception could not break through the Emperor's clothing, he tried it and the result was an unexpected failure.

The Emperor's sacred dress is worn on Xue Ling's body. It looks very ordinary. It is no different from the ordinary black robes. But when Nie Tian looks at the Emperor's sacred clothes, he can feel it. There is a very special on the sacred clothes. The weird atmosphere is flowing, and the mysteriousness is so incomparable that he feels a very special threat.

Nie Tian guessed that in addition to shielding the perception from the outside world, the Emperor's sacred clothes must have other functions.

At this time, Xue Ling a sword to solve the battle, the figure came down from the stone pillar of the sword field, and went directly to Nie Tian, ​​her face hidden under the black robe, seems to be staring at Nie Tian, ​​wondering: "You Why do you want to know who I am? Do I know you?"

"I knew in the past, I don't know it now, but I will know it again later." Nie Tian nodded slightly and smiled lightly.

Xue Ling did not speak, but the figure was obviously stiff, and then turned and left.

"Snow, I will definitely let you recover your memory." Nie Tian looked at Xue Ling's figure, and said in his heart.

Although Xue Ling is now sealed, but there is no danger to life, Nie Tian can remain calm.

Want to restore the memory of Cher, must find the people of the network, Nie Tian can only wait patiently.

He believes that Xue Ling can't be alone on the evil front sword, and there must be other strong people behind her.

"Nie Tian!" At this moment, the voice of Ghost Wucan suddenly sounded and he was anxious.

"What's wrong?" Nie Tian turned and looked at Ghost Wucan, who was cold and sweaty and seemed very nervous.

"You see the fifth swordfield!" Ghost Wucan pointed to the fifth sword field, his face said tightly.

Nie Tianwang went to the fifth sword field and immediately saw a familiar figure. It was the sword.

But in the next moment, his gaze was drawn by a figure opposite the sword.

On the two stone pillars of the fifth sword field, there are two figures standing on each other. One is a sword and the other is a gray-haired man with a handsome spirit. The man is shaking a terrible sword. The situation, the whole person is chilling, giving people a strong sense of oppression.

Nie Tianyi took a moment, and then the gods perceive the past, and his face suddenly changed.

The strength of the gray-shirted man turned out to be the late stage of the supreme god, the advanced sword and sword in one realm!

"This person's strength is strong!" Nie Tian was amazed, he did not think that the strength of that person was so strong that it was such a point.

In the late period of the supreme god, the advanced swords and swords merged into one realm. This kind of strength is similar to the predecessors of the swordsmen such as the ghosts and the wild sands.

Before, Nie Tian thought that the wind and ice and the ghost-faced swordsman had already been terrible. I did not expect that there would be another more powerful guy.

"I rely! Who is this guy, how strong is the strength?" Ghost Wu can not help but scream, obviously shocking the terrible strength of that person.

Nie Tian brows her head and wrinkles, thinking in her heart, which one is the power of the party, it is too strong.

At this moment, Nie Tian knows that if he does not promote the realm of the Lord God, it is absolutely impossible to take the position of the sword.

There are more and more powerful opponents, which makes Nie Tianxin have an ominous premonition.

Most of the onlookers' eyes were placed on the fifth swordfield, because the gray-shirted man's strength is too strong, too eye-catching.

"You are the swordman?" At this time, the gray man opened his mouth, his voice was cold, with undisguised contempt.

"Swords are shocked." Jian Jingyun nodded slightly, not humble and said.

He knows that the strength of the other side is much higher than himself, but he does not have the slightest fear and fights with the stronger people, which is a good opportunity for him.

"Swords are shocked, you should be glad that you are a swordsman, which gives you a living capital." The gray man was cold and open, and then the whole body of the sword slowly rushed, like a beast waiting for an opportunity. The next moment will be swooped over.

"Your strength is very strong, but you are too small to look at people." Swordsman heard the meaning of the gray man's words, said sinkingly, and then the whole body of the sword madly skyrocketed, a rush of swords appeared, bloomed in In the midair, it is magnificent.

"Only this level?" The gray-haired man felt the sword of the sword, but he couldn't help but sneer, his eyes were extremely contemptuous.

"Damn!" Jian Jingyun whispered, even though his heart was steady, but he could not bear the scorn of the gray man, the sword in his hand slammed out and directly smashed the past toward the other side.

The endless swordsmanship gathered in the air for a moment, turned into a horrible sword, and blasted out, and a fierce sword screamed in the void, killing the man in the gray coat.

"This kind of strength, I dare to shoot at me, it is ridiculous!" The gray man's mad voice sounded, the whole body of the sword swelled, turned into a boundless wave of air, and stirred in all directions.

The sword of the sword is originally powerful, and it can destroy a mountain in a flash, but in front of the gray man’s sword, it is very weak and completely vulnerable. It is actually shocked in the rolling waves. It has to be broken.

"Booming!" Then, the terrible air waves roared in the void, and spread directly toward the sword. The sword was so wrinkled, the face could not help but show the horror, and the figure was shocked by the waves. .

"嘭嘭嘭······" Endless swords and waves are like boulder, squatting on the body of Jian Jingyun, his body immediately appeared numerous **** mouths, and the whole person instantly became a blood man.

"Swords are shocked!" Ghost Wucan saw this scene and could not help but scream.

The strength of the gray-shirted man is too strong, and the sword is in front of him. There is no such thing as a backhand.

The eyes of the crowd trembled, and the gray man’s display at this time was completely overwhelming.

The sword is a good sword, but it is also the swordsman of the sword of the early days of the Supreme God, but even the gray man’s sword can’t stand it. The horror of the latter’s power can be imagined.

"Hey, a cockroach ant, and it is still a swordsman. It doesn't mean to kill you. You can have a dog's life." At this time, the gray man's sneer sounded, and the big hand waved, the sword in the air. Then dissipated.

The sword stunned and stood in the air, his body was bloody, his face was pale and his breath was very weak.