There is only one question in everyone's mind: How could such a terrifying bloody sword light break for no reason?
In everyone's blurred senses, there seemed to be an extremely condensed and extremely fast invisible sharp blade, flashing past from the side, accurately cutting off the edge of the blood sword!
The whole place was dead silent!
Even senior brother Blood Sword Pavilion, who took action in anger, frowned instantly and stared at the motionless Su Jian, his eyes full of solemnity and surprise.
Although he could not clearly see where the power of the sneak attack Broken Sword came from, he was extremely sure that this strange turn of events had nothing to do with the seemingly ordinary young man in front of him!
"It turns out there were two reasons! No wonder you dare to challenge me publicly?"
The middle-aged man's entire face was completely twisted into a ball, his facial features were ferocious and twisted, his eyes were filled with piercing cold murderous intent, and his voice was filled with gnashing teeth.
In his mind, Su Jian is just an inconspicuous low-level ant from beginning to end, who can be crushed to death with a sword and cannot make any trouble at all.
He didn't even use all his strength with the sword just now, it was just a casual and perfunctory blow.
I thought I could easily harvest the opponent's life and kill the chicken in public to scare the monkeys.
But he never expected that the sword light he struck at will would be decoded on the spot by a stranger who seemed to be a low-level person.
Tens of thousands of pairs of eyes stared at the audience, and his attack was defeated in public. For him, the senior brother Blood Sword Pavilion, this was a naked slap in the face and a huge shame that would never be washed away!
On the other hand, Su Jian looked calm throughout the whole process and didn't even bother to pay attention to his angry look.
He just glanced at the bloody sword in the opponent's hand, and commented in a light tone. "The sword you just struck was too weak."
Just five words fell, and the whole square was completely in an uproar!
All the monks present had their eyes widened, their faces were dull, their minds were buzzing, and they were completely stunned by this sentence.
Everyone was crazy and shocked: This young man is too crazy!
The other party is a real boss of Late God Emperor Stage, the senior brother of the Blood Sword Pavilion who has a very high position!
Holding a fierce blood sword in his hand, his combat power can overwhelm any party, and he can kill them into pieces of low-level monks with just a single strike.
As a result, this secretive young man not only defeated the opponent's moves head-on, but also dared to criticize the opponent's swordsmanship for being too weak in public!
The middle-aged man was even more embarrassed by these words. Extreme shame and anger instantly rushed to the top of his head, and his blood could not help but surge violently.
His cultivation has reached Late God Emperor Stage, and he has long been a top-level expert in this area. In his hand, Blood Star Treasure Sword is a treasure soaked in the essence and blood of countless living beings, with overwhelming power. There are few opponents at the same level.
He really couldn't accept that the strength and swordsmanship that he was so proud of were so despised and wantonly belittled by an unknown boy?!
"I think you won't cry until you see the coffin!"
The middle-aged man gritted his teeth, the anger in his chest was completely ablaze, and he no longer underestimated the enemy in the slightest.
He clenched the blood-red sword tightly with both hands, and the sword suddenly trembled violently!
Rolling rich and scarlet blood spurted out crazily from Sword Body, wrapping around the entire long sword. The smell of blood in the sky suddenly surged again, making the surrounding air thick and heavy!
This time, he won't hold back any more!
The majestic power of cultivation was poured into the sword body, and a bloody sword light that was several times thicker and more violent than before suddenly tore through the void. With a roaring and harsh sound of breaking wind, it slashed straight down and locked onto Su Jian's head. The moves were domineering and cruel, heading straight for the sure kill!
The power of this sword has increased several times compared to before, and its killing power is soaring to the sky and the earth.
Not to mention these low-level monks who are defenseless, even if they are faced with God Emperor strong men of the same level, they will never dare to slack off at all and must block with all their strength.
Everyone in the audience had a cardiac arrest, staring intently at that terrifying bloody sword light, all convinced that Su Jian would definitely die this time.
And at this critical moment, Su Jian finally stopped being passively defensive and showed his true strength in public, allowing everyone to clearly see his attack method.
I saw that he looked calm, raised his arm slightly, and the index and middle fingers of his right hand were tightly together, as straight as the fingers of a sword, pointing simply forward.
There were no fancy moves, no earth-shattering Spiritual Power explosions. In an instant, an invisible Sword Intent sword light that was so condensed to the extreme that it was almost difficult to catch with the naked eye was condensed and formed in an instant.
Sword Intent is sharp and piercing, clean and pure, without any evil and evil aura, but contains the ultimate sharpness that can crush everything. It bursts out in an instant and meets the bloody sword light with incomparable accuracy!
Sonorous--!
The deafening bang of gold and iron clashed violently, and sound waves swept across the entire square.
Under the stunned and shocked gazes of everyone in the audience, the bloody sword light, which was so powerful that it was bound to win, was directly split from the middle by this invisible Sword Intent!
The violent bloody sword light instantly shattered into pieces, completely disintegrating in the air like broken red fireworks, and dissipated without a trace.
With just a single finger and an understatement, he defeated the opponent's decisive blow again!
It was not until this moment that everyone present reacted belatedly. Their scalps were numb and huge waves were rising in their hearts.
This seemingly ordinary young boy among the prisoners is not a low-level casual cultivator at all, but a truly top-notch strongman who hides his secrets!
His strength is completely enough to challenge Senior Brother Blood Sword Pavilion head-on, and compete with him at the top level openly and openly!
"He, he seems to be Late God Emperor Stage too?!"
A scream suddenly burst out from the crowd. The captured monk's face turned red, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, his neck was stretched straight, his whole body was shaking uncontrollably, and his voice was split.
"Is it impossible? How could Late God Emperor Stage be captured?!"
The person next to him suddenly shrank his shoulders, holding on to the bloody wound on his arm that had been cut by the chain with both hands. His face was full of disbelief, his throat kept rolling, and he shook his head repeatedly.
"Just now, he didn't even draw his sword?"
Some people swallowed their saliva, their eyes glued to Su Jian's empty hands, replaying the scene of the fight over and over in their minds, their hearts pounding like drums, and a layer of cold sweat soaked down their backs.
"This person is so strong, he can actually compete with Senior Brother Blood Sword Pavilion?!"
Tens of thousands of monks who had been sacrificed crowded into the square, and the buzzing noise instantly exploded.
Everyone knew in their hearts that it was precisely because of their low cultivation that they could not defeat Blood Sword Pavilion's search team, so they were tied up in chains and taken here, quietly waiting to be sacrificed as sacrifices.
If I had the cultivation level of Late God Emperor Stage, how could I be in a position where I would be at the mercy of others, where my life and death would be in the hands of others?
But the young man in front of him had no expression on his face from beginning to end.
It's not a pretense of composure, it's the indifference that has settled down after seeing countless lives and deaths and having absolute strength in hand. You don't even bother to flutter your eyelids!
In the collision just now, he didn't have a sword at all. He just put two fingers tightly together to refer to the sword, and an invisible sword force swept out, directly blasting away Senior Brother Blood Sword Pavilion's killing move.
With this hand alone, his combat power is definitely not inferior to that of his senior brother.
In other words, he has truly touched the threshold of Late God Emperor Stage!
Everyone's mind is full of unsolvable knots: Since your cultivation has reached this level, how could you be captured by the Blood Sword Pavilion and thrown into the sacrifice square?
Everyone was puzzled.
But no one insists on this question, the instinct of survival trumps everything else.
They knew in their hearts that this young man was anything but simple. Now that he stood up and took action, he might be able to give everyone a way out.
"If he can kill Senior Brother Blood Sword Pavilion, then is there a way for us to survive?!"
Some people clenched their fists, a faint but fanatical light ignited in their eyes, and their voices were kept extremely low, with a hint of trembling expectation.
"I hope he can do it! Even if he can't, just muddy the water and we'll have a chance to escape in the chaos!"
"No matter what, Senior Brother is targeting him now, let's save our lives for the time being!"
"I'm afraid he won't be able to hold on and will die too soon! Once he is defeated, the next batch of sacrifices will be us!"
The eyes of nearly ten thousand people were all fixed on Su Jian in the field.
Almost everyone put all their survival chips on this strange young man.
Some people are full of extravagant hopes, hoping that Su Jian will directly kill the senior brother, smash Blood Sword Pavilion's altar, and rescue everyone.
Some people don't dare to ask for victory. They just ask Su Jian to carry it a little longer and delay it a little longer so that they can live a little longer.
There are also a large number of people who have selfish calculations in their hearts, thinking that it is best to turn the world upside down and make Blood Sword Pavilion a mess, and the guards will have no time to take care of themselves, so they can use the chaos to escape.
As for whether Su Jian is dead or alive, these people don't care at all.
They only care about whether this battle can increase their chances of survival.
Su Jian could hear it clearly, but there was no emotion in his heart and he was completely too lazy to pay attention.
He was not arrested because of being defeated, but because of his active cooperation.
With his true strength, as long as he is willing to resist, Blood Sword Pavilion and the others cannot even get close to him, nor can they restrain him in the slightest.
His original intention of coming to the Blood Sword Pavilion was simple. This was a force that established its sect with swords. He wanted to come and see for himself what the quality of the Blood Sword Pavilion's sword cultivation was.
But when I came here, I saw clearly that the entire sect was playing an evil and evil way that could not be brought to the surface.
Capturing living monks to sacrifice, and relying on the blood of living creatures to nourish the swordsmanship. The swordsmanship honed by such means has a weak foundation and is full of flaws.
From the bottom of Su Jian's heart, Blood Sword Pavilion is only left with deep disappointment.
Across the field, Senior Brother Blood Sword Pavilion's face turned completely cold.
He felt the collision of power just now extremely clearly.
The sword power unleashed by the opponent was majestic and extremely high-level. This young man's real combat power was very likely to be equal to his own.
He is not the kind of reckless man who only knows how to show off his cruelty and fight.
Being able to secure the position of senior brother in the Blood Sword Pavilion where so many geniuses are gathered, and survive all the way till now, is due to being extremely cautious when encountering problems.
Sensing the weirdness and strength of Su Jian, he did not hesitate for a moment, his eyes suddenly turned fierce, he turned his head sharply, and roared harshly at the disciples who were waiting around him.
"Dare you act arrogantly against me, Blood Sword Pavilion? Kill him!"
After the order was issued, the dozens of the Blood Sword Pavilion disciples surrounding him stepped on the ground, and the gravel was bounced away by the soles of their feet, and they rushed up one after another.
A blood-stained long sword was unsheathed, and piercing clangs rang out one after another. Scarlet sword energy shot up into the sky, carrying a strong smell of blood, and blasted towards Su Jian overwhelmingly.
The roar of the sword made everyone's eardrums sting and numb, and the sword energy criss-crossed the sky without deliberately distinguishing between ourselves and the enemy.
At the moment when it swept across, hundreds of captured monks at the edge of the square had no time to dodge. Their bodies were cut directly by the sharp sword energy, and their flesh and blood were torn apart instantly. Before they could even scream, they fell into a pool of blood.
Countless sword energy interlocked with each other, and the sword light circulated, quickly intertwining into a blood-colored sword formation full of murderous intent, blocking all Su Jian's escape routes.
In terms of moves and cultivation alone, this group of disciples is indeed considered good among the same level.
The long swords in their hands are all dark red, soaked in the blood of countless creatures for many years. The sword body is filled with a layer of strange blood. The weapons are constantly nourished by the blood, and the lethality is greatly increased.
If it were an ordinary strong person of the same level, facing this wave of encircling sword formations, he would definitely be in a hurry and be exhausted to deal with it.
But in the eyes of Su Jian, their swordsmanship is just a matter of routine!
"Break it for me!"
Su Jian A loud shout burst out from the chest, the power in his body exploded, and his robes were blown wildly by the burst of energy.
With his bare hands and empty fists, his palms were held empty, and streaks of solid and dazzling white sword light erupted directly from between his palms and fingers.
Boom!!
The sword net that swept across the sky was like a rotten earth wall hitting a heavy hammer, exploding and shattering one after another, and the flying fragments of sword light were ejected in all directions.
Blood Sword Pavilion disciples let out shrill screams one after another.
The protective Spiritual Power barrier was easily penetrated by Su Jian's sword light, and dense sword marks of varying depths instantly covered their bodies. Their skin and flesh were turned outwards, and the wounds were deep enough to reveal their bones. Hot blood spurted out crazily along the wounds.
Many people's bones were cut and broken, and they fell to their knees covered in blood. Their vitality quickly disappeared, and bodies fell heavily to the ground one after another.
Under Su Jian's merciless offensive, these Blood Sword Pavilion disciples were not even qualified to parry, and they fell in droves.
The fighting suddenly broke out, and the strong and hot smell of blood spread like a tide. Mixed with the muffled sound of corpses falling to the ground and the wails of the injured, the entire square fell into complete chaos.
The captured low-level monks were so frightened that their faces were as pale as paper. They were screaming and crying and running around, trampling on the blood and corpses on the ground like a swarm of headless flies.
A few calm-minded people seized the opportunity of this chaos, lowered their bodies, and ran with all their strength in the direction of the Blood Sword Pavilion mountain gate, just wanting to risk their lives and escape.
Blood Sword Pavilion Senior Brother looked at the messy scene in front of him, his face was so dark that it seemed like ink could drip from it.
He never expected that such a terrifying and ruthless figure would be hidden among the pile of sacrifices he brought back for slaughter?
But the matter has come to this, and he will never let it go. The majesty of the Blood Sword Pavilion will never be allowed to be trampled upon by outsiders here!
"Ten Thousand Remains Weeping Slaughter Sword!!!"
A roar rolled out of the elder brother's throat, and he directly urged himself to press the strongest Sword Instruction at the bottom of the box.