Ji Wushuang stood with a sword in his hand, his starry eyes slightly closed, and he used the power of heaven and earth to store it in his sword.
"This is...!"
Chen Xin saw this scene and made a rare gaffe.
This scene was seen by the others and they couldn't help but be surprised.
They are not Sword Cultivator.
Don't understand what happened.
All I know is that the momentum Ji Wushuang is showing now is very powerful!
Bibi Dong, who is a mutual teacher with Ji Wushuang, seems to have realized something.
over the past ten years.
She and Ji Wushuang sparred with swords and performed Combat Training.
She trains Ji Wushuang.
At the same time, I also learned how to use the sword from Ji Wushuang.
No more, no less.
ten years.
If we count, she can also be regarded as a Sword Cultivator.
not to mention.
She is not an ordinary Titled Douluo.
"Accumulate the power of heaven and earth at the touch of a finger."
Hear the words.
Chen Xin looked sideways, with a look of surprise on his face.
"His Holiness the Pope also studies kendo?"
"Wushuang is His Holiness the Pope's disciple. Sword Douluo's words are biased!" Ye Lingyuan glanced at Chen Xin and said.
"..."
In the arena.
Ji Wushuang presses Heavenly Slash Sword.
The sword buzzed and trembled.
"Seventh Spirit Skill, Martial Soul Avatar!"
Soul Douluo also transformed into a giant beast at this moment, shaking the ground slightly with every move, deciding who would strike first.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see it.
Ji Wushuang's aura is getting stronger and stronger. If he doesn't interrupt it in time, he doesn't know what he will become!
Nation-Splitting Swordplay·Startling Dragon realm!
Ji Wushuang looked serious.
Heavenly Slash Sword waved.
The sword light suddenly converged and then suddenly surged. Sword Qi circled like a dragon, carrying wind and dust.
The dragon's roar resounded throughout the world.
"What!?"
Soul Douluo was shocked and hurriedly mobilized the defense Soul Skill.
But it was smashed into pieces by the dragon-shaped Sword Qi.
He hastily raised his fist to resist.
Increase Soul Skill cast.
However, the physical body was torn apart instantly by Sword Qi.
In a muffled groan.
Soul Douluo flew upside down like a kite with its string cut off, hitting the ground and spurting blood, while Soul Power was sluggish.
Ji Wushuang put the sword away.
The dragon energy on the sword gradually dissipated.
If he hadn't saved his hand just now, this sword would have been enough to kill Soul Douluo.
"It's time to end the fight!"
Ji Wushuang turned around and looked behind him.
I didn't have time to take care of the six Soul Saint before. Now that the only one Soul Douluo has been eliminated, it's time for them to fall too!
Fourth Spirit Ring suddenly lights up!
The sword light released by the six Flying Swords instantly broke through the Soul Saints' defense and appeared in different locations in one second.
In an instant, blood marks were all over the six Soul Saint's bodies, and the blood flow continued.
The soft sounds of the sword blade entering flesh were heard one after another.
The six Soul Saint were panting, their faces pale and weak due to excessive blood loss.
"Everyone, do you still want to fight again?"
Ji Wushuang glanced at the real owner of Great Strength Vajra Bear.
The other person is wearing a mask.
He was not sure whether the other party was Zhao Wuji.
Even if it is true.
I'm not in a hurry to deal with it at this time.
"Your Highness has superb methods. I am ashamed of myself and admit defeat!"
As one person said this.
The rest of the people bowed and saluted to show their respect.
There is no limit to killing in this arena.
Ji Wushuang If you want to kill them, you can do it at any time.
However this was not done.
Being able to save a life is already a blessing among misfortunes.
One more day to live.
"In that case, I hope you will take the initiative to step down." Ji Wushuang said with a smile.
"Thank you for your mercy, Your Highness. I'll take my leave!"
"Farewell!"
"Farewell!"
The six people bowed their hands and left with their seriously injured bodies supported.
"I declare now!"
"The final winner of this year's Martial Arts Tournament is--Ji Wushuang!"
Truss said loudly.
The words echoed between heaven and earth, echoing in everyone's ears.
"Long live! Long live! Long live!"
All around.
Spirit Hall's subordinates all raised their spears high and shouted loudly.
"Everyone, thank you for coming to support me!"
"This is the first time and the rules are not perfect yet!"
"I hope you can forgive me!"
Ji Wushuang laughed loudly.
Suddenly a thought came into his mind.
Whether it's his Martial Arts Tournament or the young Soul Master's Soul Master Competition, isn't it just like an arms race?
When Bibi Dong becomes pregnant in the future and then abdicates to raise a child, he will inherit Spirit Hall or even Spirit Hall Empire, or there may be an unprecedented competition!
"His Holiness the Pope's students are indeed amazing!"
"I've seen it today!"
Ning Fengzhi stood up, looked at the high-spirited Ji Wushuang, and sighed.
Xue Qinghe A smile appeared in his eyes.
But it's not good to express "happiness" too obviously.
After all, the position is different now.
"His Holiness the Pope, does your disciple have a second teacher?"
Chen Xin asked suddenly.
"Sword Douluo Why did you say that?" Bibi Dong narrowed his eyes.
Ji Wushuang is her disciple!
He can only be her disciple!
There was some displeasure in his heart, but he didn't show it.
Chen Xin stared at the figure of Ji Wushuang, frowning and said, "If there is not a master of swordsmanship, it would be impossible to practice swordsmanship to this level at such a young age just by relying on self-cultivation!"
"Uncle Jian, this is a genius!" Ning Fengzhi said with emotion.
In fact, I feel ashamed.
Unexpectedly, Chen Xin was so serious about this matter.
Nothing on weekdays.
Now that I met such a young swordsman genius, I couldn't hold it any longer.
"That's what the teacher said."
Xue Qinghe could tell at a glance that Ning Fengzhi was praising Ji Wushuang on the surface, but in fact he was helping Chen Xin, and he also echoed:
"Congratulations to His Holiness the Pope on having his successor!"
"Given time, Spirit Hall will usher in another extremely powerful Titled Douluo!"
Hearing this, Bibi Dong stared at Xue Qinghe, wondering whether Xue Qinghe's first sentence was from the heart or just said casually.
Is there any successor?
Let Ji Wushuang succeed her Pope?
That's what she thought.
However, Spirit Hall is not the one who has the final say now.
The biggest one.
It's still Xue Qinghe's real body, Qian Renxue's grandfather!
now.
The eyes of Qian Renxue, disguised as Xue Qinghe, and Bibi Dong met in the air, and complex expressions appeared in their eyes.
"Show off!"
Bibi Dong quickly looked away.
Hear the words.
Truss, as well as Ye Lingyuan and Gui Mei, immediately took someone to accompany Bibi Dong and left.
The rest of the people naturally dispersed.
As this rare event came to an end, many people had to leave even though they still had unfinished business.
"Damn, I almost thought I was going to die in the ring!" Zhao Wuji pulled off his mask and said with a pale face.
"I told you not to do it! Then there is Soul Douluo!" Flender was speechless.
Then he quickly left with Zhao Wuji on his arm.
at the same time.
Seeing the more than 100,000 people in the venue gradually dispersing, Tang Hao's eyes fell on Ji Wushuang.
Bibi Dong and others on the high platform have left, now is his best chance.
But at this moment.
Ji Wushuang stepped on the sword light, took one step ten meters, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
Within a few breaths.
Then Sword Flight rushed above the clouds.
As soon as Tang Hao reacted, Ji Wushuang was no longer in the arena.
"It's all about speed Soul Skill?!"