Chapter 1874: legend

In the stands, the mad wave swordsman arrogantly said a provocative language to zero, but zero seems to have not put him in the eyes.
The dark star is waveless and falls in a certain place in the void, as if looking at something, as if nothing in the world has fallen into his eyes.
"Hey--" a pleasing jade knocking sounded over the battlefield.
The shackles on the face of the savvy swordsman converge instantly, leaving only dignity and seriousness.
The long sword on his back suddenly flew up with the owner's will, and it was divided into ten on top of his head, spinning at a rapid speed.
The savvy swordsman’s name is [Hurricane Nineteen Swords], which is his most fascinating trick. He can slow down the nineteen-hand flying swords at the highest level, and does not rotate the flying swords at high speed. The destructive power is comparable to the hurricane. In particular, this can only be used with very little spiritual power, mainly relying on the spirits of the spirits of the battle, this [hurricane 19 swords] is a deadly trick.
In the fighting field, the mad wave swordsman often makes this move, the other party must not be able to parry, the soul is greatly consumed, even if it has survived this move, and finally can not attack.
Ten flying swords made a harsh whistling sound, flying like zero to the zero.
In the stands, several women showed a nervous look, licking their mouths, and staring at the zero every move.
I saw an indifferent man, and finally moved at this moment.
The slender fingers are well-defined and the lines are perfect, and they are gently held on the black hilt.
When the ten giant swords finally flew to him, the long sword in his hand made a light stroke.
A sword smashed out, and everyone in the stands only felt that a beautiful white light rose from the sky and swayed everyone's eyes.
What followed was filled with the powerful spirit of the people who were shocked and sealed.
A sword smashed out, and the ten hurricane swords that came from the sea, fell apart like weathered, and shattered in the air.
Finally, a slamming sound became the only giant sword, falling to the ground, dimming the light.
However, the Yu Wei of that sword has not stopped.
The screaming savage swordsman whizzed away, and the wind raised his clothes and made him feel embarrassed.
And he can only stare in horror, watching the sword like a tiger, open his mouth and revealing his teeth, whistling through his body.
"Ah, ah, ah!-!!" The savage swordsman made a scream of screaming.
Then the figure became lighter and thinner, and finally disappeared on the fighting platform.
The entire battlefield was caught in a strange competition, but only a few short breaks, the quiet grandstand suddenly boiled.
"Have you seen it? It’s just a sword. It’s just a sword that makes the Swordsman have no power to fight back!"
"The mad wave swordsman was not hurt at this time. They all left the spiritual field directly, indicating that they have reached the limit of the soul. After this battle, he will take three to five months to recover."
"I disappeared for zero or forty years, and the gap between us and him will be smaller, but I did not expect that, as it was at the beginning, he is a legend that can not be expected."
"This is zero, this is the of fighting skills in the spiritual domain!"
"Zero - zero - zero -!!!"
The boiling noise became a harmonized call in the end, and everyone stood up and shouted the man's title like a fanatical believer.
He is the king of the fighting field, and the longest legend in the refining of the spiritual domain. It is the existence of all warriors and monks.