Chapter 277: Duan Kun and Zhou Dingyuan

?At this time, except for Duan Kun, Sang Can and the three half-step Soul Kings, everyone else kept a certain distance from Su Fan with a face of fear.
Because they only knew now that this kid from the small kingdom was actually a sword repairer, and in the end Su Fan's method of killing Du Lan was a genuine sword spirit!
The two types of monks who attacked the strongest in martial arts practice were sword repair and sword repair, and the proportion of these two types of monks in the famous strong from ancient times to the present accounted for about 70%.
To practice martial arts, only those with great perseverance and understanding can move to the extreme.
However, this does not include swordsmanship and swordsmanship. If you want to go further on these two roads, there is a very important prerequisite, that is, atmospheric luck!
Any kendo or sword master, anyone who can reach the apex, is a person with superb qualifications and perseverance.
These people are often able to dominate almost an era once they become famous. Some of them are not high in cultivation, but their combat power is unparalleled in the world.
Nowadays, the guardian of the Fengyun Dynasty-Tulong Great Emperor, is a very powerful sword repairer. His battle of fame is to slay a half-level dragon at the realm of the Great Emperor.
It is worth mentioning that Emperor Tulong's real name and surname is Duan Mingao, who is the grand ancestor of the Duan family of Fengyun Dynasty.
"Fortunately, Su Fan is weaker than me, otherwise I might not have beaten him!"
Duan Kun looked at Su Fan not far away and let out a long sigh of relief, with a confident smile on his face.
This time the first place is definitely his, no one can take it away, neither can the Half-Step Soul King!
"This kid is the one who gave us three places in the Shenbao Pavilion, I heard Elder Youlian said that he has the potential to become a great emperor!"
"The emperor? Just him? Ha ha, Elder You Lian is not too old-fashioned, this kind of strength is stronger than the average evildoer, wanting to become the emperor is simply a dream!"
"Huh, this guy is also worthy of being called Jian Xiu? If I don't understand the sword intent, it will always be a half-hearted. If I meet him, I will let him know what Jian Xiu is!"
The three half-step soul kings stood together and communicated in a low voice, and their eyes toward Su Fan were full of disdain and contempt.
After a few breaths, two more blood-colored beams of light shot out from the ring. This time the sound did not appear again, but directly began to select the person for the duel.
The first blood-colored beam of light passed one by one among the twelve people who had not participated in the duel, and finally the light flashed and locked Zhou Dingyuan.
"Haha, is it my turn?"
A fierce intent flashed in Zhou Dingyuan's eyes, and a cruel smile appeared.
"Oh my God, why is this murderous man!"
"God bless you, don't pick me!"
The few young monks with weak strength all prayed loudly, for fear that they would be picked by another blood-colored beam of light and killed in vain.
Perhaps after hearing the prayers of these people, the second blood-colored beam of light directly plunged into the crowd, shining on a black-faced teenager.
This black-faced boy is not someone else, but Duan Kun.
With the light shining, Duan Kun and Zhou Dingyuan were simultaneously led to the ring.
"Duan Kun is dead now. His cultivation is only one level higher than Lomi. It is estimated that he will be shot into meatloaf like Lomi was shot dead!"
"Hey, I really want to see Master Duan's turn into meatloaf!"
Seeing that Guangzhu hadn't selected them, the weak cultivators were relieved and showed a gloating expression.
Human nature is like this. It doesn't matter how you hang up high, and when it's their turn, one by one is sad to die, but when it's other people's turn, they just want to see others' jokes.
In the ring.
Duan Kun and Zhou Dingyuan are far away.
"Duan Kun, right? I've heard of you, the son of the Duan family of Fengyun Dynasty. He has the sixth-level cultivation base of Soul Lord at the age of only fifteen, and his cultivation qualifications are comparable to invincible evildoers."
"If it's outside this treasure, I don't mind making friends with you."
"It's a pity, there are not so many in this world. If you and I can only survive now."
"Well, in order to respect your genius, I will give you a chance to commit suicide. This is good for you and me. As for me, I don't need to waste my energy to kill you ants, and you, die decently. How?"
Zhou Dingyuan smiled slightly and said casually, as if he didn't put Duan Kun in his eyes.
This is a matter of course, Duan Kun is just a little soul king, and he is already a half-step soul king, the level of the two is obviously not on the same level.
"Haha!" Duan Kun smiled and took out a long knife from the space ring: "You are the trash of the Soul King only at the age of twenty, are you worthy of letting me kill myself?"
"What a genius who knows nothing about life and death, he doesn't scold me, but he still wants to do something with me. Good, good, I decided to use my strongest skills to send you to hell!"
Zhou Dingyuan's face sank, and a black energy floated out of his body, and the huge aura instantly covered most of the ring, and the whole ring was whistling, and there seemed to be countless ghosts howling again and again.
"Die to me, darkly kill!"
Zhou Dingyuan had a hideous face, and the blue veins on his forehead violently, and the black air on the outstretched right index finger surged like a wolf, rolling frantically, and the air around him rattled with suppression.
With one instruction, black winds raged, and the space shook with a roar.
boom!
The huge finger shadow pressed down in the air, as if covering the sky, and smashed towards Duan Kun with the momentum of overturning the world.
The power of this blow was terrifying, making it clear that Duan Kun was not given any chance, and he wanted to kill him with one blow.
"Huh, the bug trick, watch me chop it to pieces!"
"Experience exchange, double the increase!"
Duan Kun's expression was solemn, and a silver knife shadow was reflected in his pupils, and a shocking sword appeared suddenly, and the whole person seemed to be turned into a peerless sword.
brush! brush! brush! ...
The light of the knife flowed, and the long knife in Duan Kun's hand turned into a dazzling silver shadow. The ultimate knife slashed and swung dozens of knives. The endless knives gradually merged together, forming a long Hundreds of meters of giant knife gang.
As soon as this sword gang was formed, it emptied half of the arena's soul energy, and gradually spread to eat in all directions.
"Exit! Jigang cut!"
Duan Kun's aura surged wildly, and the giant sword gang shot straight out, lifting it with the wind, as fast as flowing light.
Rumble!
The knife-gang and the finger shadow intersected, bursting out a wave of energy that ruined the world, and an overwhelming wave of air swept across the ring. If it weren't blocked by the light curtain of the ring, this force was enough to kill all the soul masters under the ring.
That was the case, the soul masters under the ring were also pale with fright, and there was no more gloating expression.
Boom!
The dazzling knife light shone through the ring, and the black energy on the ring was divided into two and gradually disappeared.
"How could I lose..."
Zhou Dingyuan hugged his neck and fell to the ground, blood rushing out of his neck.
"This is the end of despising me!" Duan Kun said coldly.
There was another sound of the scream of swords, and a hundred sword gangs sank into Zhou Dingyuan's body, instantly cutting him into pieces.
(End of this chapter)