The sword waved and smashed with the whip, and made a loud roar.


    Zheng Shui''s body shape also slipped several meters on the ground under the action of reaction force.


    Song Zi came to see this. It is also in the principle of taking advantage of your illness to kill you. Control the whip to attack Zheng Shui.


    Zheng water is not willing to show weakness, foot of the foot on the ground a step. And then rushed out.


    In the long whip struggle, Zheng Shui still does not forget to take time to attack songzijin, who is hiding in the distance. The fierce sword spirit of Dao and Dao is shot out, but they are all evaded in advance under the strong spiritual power of the latter.


    "What do you think of the outcome?" At this time, Chu Xuan asked the young man beside him, "who can survive in the end?"


    "Oh. Still use to see, that song Zijin died Young men shook their heads with some disdain, and said with confidence. "A normal fourth level power man dare to challenge the inheritor of the fourth level sword cultivation. I don''t know who gave him the courage."


    "Oh? What is this saying? " Chu Xuan asked some questions.


    "The cultivation of inheritors has precious experience in memory, and the power man is only exploring one step by step. Who is the foundation of the prison still use to say The young man said softly.


    Wen Yan, Chu Xuan also clearly nodded.


    "Look. They seem to be going to enlarge the move. " At this time, suddenly someone around exclaimed.


    Wen Yan, Chu Xuan can not help looking at the platform of war.


    Only two men had now ended the previous battle. It is on both sides of the platform. There was a confrontation.


    Zheng Shui''s breathing is somewhat disordered. But it looks like it''s still in a good state.


    Song Zijin was a bit embarrassed, and his hair was scattered, and his clothes were full of holes crossed by sword spirit.


    Take a deep breath, perhaps already know if entangled fight goes down to lose will be oneself. Song Zijin said: "Zheng Shui, a move to determine the victory."


    The voice fell. The whip which had returned to his hand had a movement. The barb on it was detached. It was very small blades to see carefully.


    The blade was suspended in the air, and it was shining a little bit cold!


    Zheng Shui faces the thick edge, and there is no panic in his face.


    "Well, if you want to die, you will be the one."


    The voice fell, a gold sword with a long length flying out of his mouth, and suspended in the air quietly,


    seeing this, song Zijin suddenly shrunk his pupils: "the sword of your life, you have actually practiced it!"


    Then the golden sword fluttered slowly, and split them into golden swords like illusion. However, a few breaths had been filled with space around Zheng Shui.


    "Ha ha, Zheng Shui, try my heavy rain and swim dragon!" Song Zijin laughed and said, first of all, it was difficult.


    The countless blades under his spiritual control, like a dense rain curtain, swept away towards Zheng water not far away.


    "Sick!" Ignore song Zijin, Zheng water pointed to him, light said.


    Then, countless golden swords swept like a storm, and collided with the thin blades of the sky!


    The air is full of "tinkling" cross sound, and I don''t know how the alloy platform is made. Countless sword and blade strike on it, only sparking a burst of sparks.


    The intense energy fluctuation in the field is sweeping, and the energy shield covering the platform seems to be under great pressure, and it starts to flash suddenly and dimly.


    Seeing this, the audience around the audience immediately issued a burst of startling voices, even some places have appeared riots.