Chapter 148: Shura Wuhun

Chapter 148 Shura Martial Soul
"Everyone, the game hasn't started yet, please stand apart. After you hear my order, the game will start, understand?" The host glanced at the players around and said with a smile.
Everyone nodded and didn't say much, they just stepped back and kept their distance.
After everyone had kept their distance, the host seriously reminded: "Everyone, this game is a friendly match. Please pay attention to it until you reach it. Do not play dead! Understand?"
"Yes!" everyone replied in unison.
"Very good!" The host smiled slightly, took two steps back, and uttered two words:
"Start!"
Peng!
As soon as the voice fell, he heard a sonic boom suddenly resounding through the high platform, and one of the ten players suddenly rushed out, like a ghost, before everyone else could react, he had already taken a step and walked directly to one of the players. In front of you!
Then, draw the sword!
Swipe the back of the sword!
With only a sound of "peng", the player was taken off the air and rolled to the stage in embarrassment, with a dazed expression on his face from beginning to end.
He raised his head and saw a tall figure standing on the stage.
Wu Jing!
hiss--
Seeing this scene, everyone took a breath, and their eyes flashed in disbelief. After only a few breaths from the beginning, Wu Jing actually killed someone directly? This method is too fast, right?
The other players were also restrained by Wu Jing's thundering methods, and stepped back to keep a distance from him.
"Solved one."
Wu Jing silently retracted the sword, turned around, and looked at the others coldly.
In the pair of eyes, there is a strong fighting spirit!
"You are not bad."
A faint sound rang, and suddenly a handsome young man walked out of the crowd and smiled at Wu Jing.
This person is fluttering in white, with a sword on his back as well, with three words pierced on the front of his shirt:
Tianhe Sect!
"People of Tianhe Sect?" Wu Jing frowned slightly, and he knew something about this sect.
Tianhe Sect is the first-class sect of the empire, and there are countless geniuses in it. He can come to participate in this game, and he would be considered a leader in the Tianhe Sect!
"Yes, Mo Fan in Xia Tianhe Zong!" The man smiled slightly and said: "I heard that the emperor has many talents, so I came here today. I wanted to meet you for a while, but I did not expect to meet a good opponent. "
Speaking of this, Mo Fan glanced at the sword behind Wu Jing and smiled: "It's a coincidence, I also use the sword."
"Your sword is not as good as mine!"
Wu Jing spit out a few words coldly.
I am quite confident about the Jiexie Jianpu.
"Really?" Mo Fan didn't feel annoyed, and said calmly: "But this place is too noisy, so I need to be quiet."
After that, Mo Fan suddenly touched behind him.
Slowly pulled out the sword----
And as soon as he drew out his sword, it seemed that an extremely turbulent force suddenly spread around him, and the players around him seemed to be hit by a boulder. Hearing only the sound of "Peng", they were all flying upside down and fell to the ground in embarrassment!
hiss--
Seeing this scene, everyone immediately took a breath.
"What did he just do!"
Ling Yuyao exclaimed, as if she couldn't believe her eyes.
This person obviously didn't do anything, just drew the sword, but the students around all flew out?
This...what's the situation?
Don't say it was her, even Luo Qingling and the others on the side were all at a loss, not understanding what happened just now.
"This is sword power!"
At this moment, Yang Chen on the side suddenly spoke, and said lightly:
"The so-called sword power is the prototype of the sword intent. Even if you don't need to swing the sword, you can use the momentum to exert pressure on the people around... In fact, the moment he just drew the sword, the sword had already been swung out!"
Hearing this, everyone's expressions changed.
Did not draw the sword, but already did it?
What is the logic?
Yang Chen sighed, looked at Wu Jing on the stage, and said lightly: "Wu Jing is afraid that he will lose this battle..."
He didn't expect that he would encounter someone with sword power here. Although he hadn't fully cultivated sword intent, it was already quite rare.
...
At this moment, only Wu Jing and Mo Fan were left on the stage.
"Although I don't know what you did just now, it is still impossible to win my Frightening Sword Book!" Wu Jing said, slowly pulling out the sword from behind.
The sword is sharp, and the cold light is surging.
Make him look more elegant!
"Frightening Sword Book?" Hearing this name, Mo Fan was stunned for a moment, and his eyes showed a pleasant surprise, and said: "Are you from the Martial Arts Association?"
"so what?"
"Haha!" Hearing this, Mo Fan laughed, and said: "Interesting! I have long heard that the Sword of Frightening Evil is the number one swordsmanship in the empire. I have never had the opportunity to appreciate it before, but I did not expect to encounter it today! "
"I just don't know, who is better than my Asura Sword Book with this so-called Frightening Evil Sword Book?"
Mo Fan said, holding the sword in his hand, visible to the naked eye, a strange black glow suddenly poured out of the sword, exuding a powerful breath!
He held the sword and stood quietly.
Obviously there was no wind, but the clothes danced wildly.
Together with the surrounding sand and rocks, they all seemed to feel this momentum and floated buzzingly.
"broken!"
Seeing this scene, a voice suddenly came from the crowd.
"Senior Brother Mo, is he going to use this trick from the beginning?"
"This is the bottom of the box!"
"Even the first game was used?"
"Does he want to kill that person?"
The faces of several Tianhe Sect disciples changed, as if they had thought of something bad.
Hearing this, the elder also gave a wry smile, shook his head and said: "Mo Fan, this child, dreams of being able to appreciate the Sword of Fright. Now that he has finally met someone, how can he let it go?"
"But he knows how to measure, he won't be foolish..."
Hearing this, several disciples of the Tianhe Sect opened their mouths, and still did not say what they wanted to say.
...
"Pretend to be a god!" Wu Jing frowned. When speaking, he waved his sword and whizzed at the other party.
A blue sword light suddenly turned into a hideous dragon in the air, majestic and majestic!
"Shocking Dragon!"
Whoosh...
As soon as the voice fell, the dragon transformed from the sword aura immediately roared at the opposite Mo Fan.
However, before the dragon touched Mo Fan, the other party suddenly made a strange movement.
Raised the sword high, and then thrust it into the ground with a "bang".
Hum
In an instant, on the entire high platform, it seemed that a powerful momentum suddenly appeared.
And under this momentum, the startled dragon suddenly burst into cracks, and the next moment, he only heard the sound of "Peng" and collapsed!
At the same time, behind that Mo Fan...
Suddenly there appeared a ghost of Asura with white hair and red hair!