Chapter 1944: Draw the sword!

Fighting Saint Terrace!
The two sword lights did not give in. The next moment, the two sword lights burst directly, and Tong Ying didn't move a step, but Tong Xiong stepped back five or six steps to stabilize his figure.
"I haven't seen you in a few years, you still haven't made any progress." Tong Ying stood with her hand in hand, and sneered disdainfully.
"You have been cultivating in the Chijin Saint Sect for several years, and you haven't made any progress at all." Tong Xiong sneered as he stabilized his figure.
"Tong Xiong hastened to solve it, don't waste time." At this moment, the Jinpao youth beside him said lightly.
"It's brother!" Hearing this, Tong Ying said respectfully.
When the voice fell, Tong Ying looked at Tong Xiong, jumped onto the Dou Sheng platform, stared at Tong Xiong coldly, and said coldly: "Next, I will let you understand how big the gap between you and me is. ."
"I also want to try, can I kill you!" Tong Xiong said coldly, and then slowly pulled out the sword, revealing a pitted sword.
"Tong Xiong actually drew his sword!"
"It is rumored that the sword in Tong Xiong's hand was born for his greatest enemy. On the day he draws the sword, either the enemy will die or he will die. How could he draw the sword now?"
"Could it be that his biggest enemy is Tong Ying?"
Seeing Tong Xiong's sword unsheathed, all the audience were shocked.
"That long sword should be Tong Wu's first gift to Tong Xiong." The fat man said through a voice transmission.
"I didn't expect this facial paralysis to have such a side." Jue Yuan also said.
"Finally draw the sword, let me see how powerful a genius can make the system's heart beat." Xiao Chen also looked at Tong Xiong.
"Huh, kill me? There are ants under the saint, you can't touch the side of the holy word, what are you fighting against me." Tong Ying sneered, and his became a sword, and then, on his again A golden sword light of ten meters long was formed, and a huge breath came out.
Tong Xiong's face was full of determination, holding the sword in his hand, his body showed no aura, just like the sword in his hand, looking very ordinary.
"Go to hell!" Tong Ying said coldly, the voice fell, her had already been cut to Tong Xiong, a sword light whizzed out, sharp metal, with the momentum to cut everything, cut to Tong Xiong.
Tong Xiong raised his head to look at the golden sword light, his entire face was indifferent, and the long sword in his hand was picked up.
The Dou Sheng platform was quiet for an instant, and all the audience stared at the Dou Sheng platform unblinkingly. Even Xiao Chen and the young man in Jinpao looked solemnly at the Dou Sheng platform.
"This kid is really horror." The fat man's blessed face trembled, and he couldn't help cursing in his heart.
No one knows what happened. They only saw the golden sword light cut out by Tong Ying that looked like dust. When a gust of wind blew it, it was blown clean. Then they found a blood stain on Tong Ying’s forehead. .
"My swordsmanship is still too weak, I couldn't kill you." Tong Xiong said lonely.
And Tong Ying's face was full of gloom, and even fear arose in her heart. With the sword just now, even if he didn't understand what had happened, his attack had been broken and he had also been injured.
If Tong Xiong's cultivation is stronger and his swordsmanship is a bit sharper, and he can even kill him, although they are brothers, the relationship between them has not been good since they were young. After the incident with Tong Wu, There was even more momentum between them, and Tong Ying felt a threat from Tong Xiong, which made him more determined to kill Tong Xiong.