Ji Taoist

Yan Buji nodded: "Fighting in the ring is not about life and death. Since you have a higher cultivation level than me, I still have some spare energy now, so I would like to learn a thing or two."

Chen Song sneered: "You don't think I'm as easy to deal with as those trash, do you?"

As soon as he said this, the faces of the cultivators around him turned ugly.

What do you mean?

So arrogant?

Yan Buji frowned: "Why do you have to say that, you are all cultivators, and we don't have any deep hatred. Even if you have amazing skills, you shouldn't belittle others like this."

Chen Song glanced at the cultivators under the stage, then looked at Yan Buji, and said disdainfully: "Only the weak will gather in groups and keep each other warm, so cultivators like you are destined to be at the bottom!"

"What did you say?!"

"Don't be arrogant, Chen Song! If I can't beat you, others will definitely beat you!"

"What are you pretending for? Why haven't I seen you deal with those cultivators on the list?"

The cultivators around were angry.

Yan Buji's eyes turned, and he clenched his fists fiercely, with an indignant look on his face: "Daoyou! You are so sarcastic, you grew up alone, right?!"

"Hahahaha"

"I thought Huang Hao was very polite, but now it seems that he is also very good."

The monks around laughed.

Chen Song's eyes widened. He didn't expect Yan Buji to dare to talk back. He pointed at him and said angrily: "You bastard, I will tear your mouth!"

"Come and try if you can!"

"Huang Hao, come on, beat him!"

"Fuck this son of a bitch!"

"You are so uneducated, why are you pretending to be a big shot? Huang Hao, beat him, if you get hurt, I will pay for your treatment!!"

The monks around were excited, perhaps Chen Song's words stimulated the fragile string in the hearts of the low-level monks.

Although this is an obvious fact, the truth is always a sharp knife that hurts people.

When such words come out, even if a saint comes, he will be cursed in the heart by the low-level monks, not to mention you, Chen Song, who is only at the sixth level of Qi Refining?

As a result, many monks who were originally indifferent to Huang Hao suddenly wanted to see him defeat the arrogant Chen Song head-on on the ring.

Chen Song didn't care about it. Instead, he looked at Yan Buji with a cold face, as if saying, "You old man are lucky to meet me today!"

Although Yan Buji didn't know the real strength of Chen Song, he was also wondering what would happen if he lost this fight?

No, he couldn't lose yet.

If he lost, his popularity would be bad.

Isn't being on the list just to gain a reputation so that he can carry out the next plan?

This Chen Song has brought him a wave of popularity. He is also a good person. I will focus on it later!

Yan Buji felt that he could also reveal some of his strength, otherwise everyone would really think that he only knew some ordinary magic and relied on technology and experience.

Thinking of this, the referee waved his hand at the same time: "The fight begins!!"

Chen Song suddenly took out a long sword, unsheathed it, and killed Yan Buji!

"Old man, don't think I'm just talking!"

Yan Buji was startled. He suddenly saw three figures of Chen Song coming, but he couldn't tell which one was real after a spiritual sense scan!

These three figures actually had the breath of mana fluctuations, but Yan Buji's experience in battle was not very rich, at least he had seen a lot of storms.

Based on the way the other party attacked, Yan Buji judged that this Chen Song was most likely a sword cultivator.

Sword cultivators are powerful cultivators who follow the path of killing, and cultivators who have realized the sword intention and sword heart are even more terrifying than those ordinary sword masters.

With the blessing of magic, while the power of their swordsmanship has increased, it also makes it difficult for most cultivators to take appropriate countermeasures even if they understand the methods of sword cultivators.

For example, now, Yan Buji can't tell which of the three figures is real and which is fake, but he also knows that the spirit shield alone cannot resist the fierce swordsmanship of the other party.

But fortunately, I learned the bee edge shield, just to try out its defensive performance.

Immediately, Yan Buji pinched the magic formula, and the surrounding magic power surged and continued to spread outward, forming a honeycomb-like prismatic spiritual shield, which expanded layer by layer!

Dangdangdangdang!

It was actually behind him!

Hearing the direction of the hitting sound, Yan Buji suddenly turned his head and sprayed a mouthful of spiritual fire to force it back.

Chen Song's eyes widened: "Beehive prismatic shield? You can also do it?"

Yan Buji raised his eyebrows and watched the spiritual shield formed around Chen Song push away his spiritual fire, also revealing a honeycomb shape. He immediately understood that the other party's attainments in magic were not low.

Good guy.

It's hard to tell the true from the false. His beehive shield was completely broken by the opponent's only four swords. If he wants to use it, he can only use it again.

But seeing that the opponent blocked his spiritual fire effortlessly, and even the looming beehive shield was still around him, it can be seen that the opponent's cultivation of this magic is much more advanced than his.

"You only know these few moves?"

"Hmph, if it was an ordinary spirit shield, I could pierce it with one sword! I didn't expect you to learn the bee shield, but it's a pity that you are not as good as me!!"

Chen Song laughed loudly and rushed forward again. The sword in his hand flashed, and several sword qi attacked Yan Buji.

The sharp sword qi passed across his cheek, and Yan Buji barely dodged to the side to avoid being hit. Otherwise, even if he had a high-level imitation of Mingshen Yugu, he probably couldn't block this attack.

Unless he activated the martial arts Xuan Gong to protect his body and assisted by the posterior Tiangang Qi, he couldn't block a sword qi.

He was good at dodging, but it didn't mean that Yan Buji had an advantage in the front.

On the contrary, Chen Song seemed to have anticipated Yan Buji's dodging trajectory, and immediately changed direction and killed Yan Buji with a sword!

In an instant, Yan Buji slapped his hands downward, and several wooden snakes rushed out of the ground to imprison Chen Song's legs!

Swish!

With just two swords, the entangled wooden snakes that Yan Buji had just practiced were broken by the opponent, like a storm and waves, not giving him a chance to breathe, and bullied him again!

"Hahaha, these little tricks are useless!"

"Is the sword cultivator really so fierce?!" Yan Buji exclaimed.

I didn't expect that the long sword in the opponent's hand was not a collection of tools, but just a weapon made of ordinary fine iron, which could easily break his own magic. I'm afraid that the sword energy added to the long sword by the opponent is too sharp!

Otherwise, even if the opponent is at the sixth level of Qi Refining, he shouldn't be able to break free so easily.

"Oh my god, Huang Hao, be careful!"

"Oh my god, this Chen Song is really a sword cultivator? A sword cultivator at the sixth level of Qi Refining should be able to compete with a cultivator at the late stage of Qi Refining, right? Huang Hao is in trouble."

Chen Song's strength is beyond doubt. Whether it is the sharp sword energy or the control of the battle situation, he feels that he is indeed arrogant.

Of course, Yan Buji is not unaware of this, but it is indeed the first time he has seen a real sword cultivator, and he is a little shocked.

When he was in the mortal world, he had seen those powerful warriors who had comprehended the sword, but they could not withstand his punch.

But the cultivators who specialize in sword training are different. They know a lot of spells, and their sword energy is even more powerful and terrifying. I dare not touch them easily, otherwise it is normal to have multiple holes on my body.

But because of this, Yan Buji felt that it was time to take out one of his trump cards.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Song's long sword killed in front of Yan Buji's forehead, and Yan Buji suddenly spit out a mouthful of spiritual fire!

The fierce spiritual fire was like a long snake, but Chen Song sneered: "Too weak!"

Cut off the fire snake with a sword, and Chen Song wanted to end the battle immediately!

Dang!

A crisp sound of metal interweaving came, and the monks around him widened their eyes.

Impossible!