The roar of the tiger shook the mountains and forests, but this place was just an arena.

This is genuine seventh-grade combat power.

This is no longer just the aura of the seventh grade, the appearance of this sword is the genuine seventh grade combat power.

And what kind of cultivation can the magic circle in this arena withstand?

But it’s only the seventh grade.

Therefore, Li Taibai's sword can also be said to challenge the limit of the arena formation here.

Sensing the palace sword here, he quickly withdrew the surrounding Luoyang soldiers. He was alone, and the internal power of his palms drove the giant sword behind him, stimulating his sword intention and internal power together and inputting them into the arena.

At this moment, Gong Jian's great sword intent was clearly revealed.

He must stay here to stabilize the arena and stimulate the effectiveness of the arena magic circle to the greatest extent possible.

Otherwise, just the residual power generated by this confrontation might cause accidental damage to the surroundings.

He is a ninth-grade monk, so he naturally does not have to worry about these things, but how many ninth-grade monks are there here?

With thousands of spectators, if something unexpected happens because of the residual power, the Meng family in Luoyang will have to pay the price for it.

I absolutely cannot allow this price to appear.

"Oh my God."

Seeing this scene, Zhang Wuji stretched out his hand to cover his mouth.

In one arena, there are three great sword intentions.

At this time, Gong Jian didn't just show his sword intention.

This was accompanied by his own cultivation, and the aura of the ninth grade was also stirred up.

Senior Brother Kumu, can the fight with Li Taibai progress to such a point? A point where even a ninth-grade monk has to stand by and plunder the formation?

This is really, really shocking, isn’t it?

At this time, Qingtan also lowered his head and glanced at the Qing Pheasant Sword on his waist.

She could vaguely notice that at this moment, the Qing Pheasant Sword on her waist, feeling the combat power coming out of the arena, had already activated the Qing Pheasant Sword's sword spirit.

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Seventh grade.

Qingtan whispered this in a low voice.

Ask yourself, even the fifth-grade Li Taibai is enough for him to drink a pot, not to mention, the aura displayed by the other party now is a genuine seventh-grade.

Kill yourself instantly with one move?

No, no, no, it would be so easy to kill yourself instantly with one move.

Even if he tried his best, he might not be able to block this sword.

Could Senior Brother Kumu really be a match for such a person?

This is also the first time Qingtan has been worried about Kumu's competition.

Before this, she never thought that Kumu would be in any disadvantageous situation when facing others, but...

Ever since I met Li Taibai, this idea has become more and more serious.

And until now, to be honest, Qingtan is not optimistic about Kumu's future.

She was really not sure how much chance Brother Kumu still had of winning until now.

Thirty percent?

No.

At most, only 10%.

After all, it was the seventh grade. If it was the sixth grade, then Li Taibai would only have a 10% chance of winning, but Li Taibai was the seventh grade.

"I said, at the end of this sword, you will be defeated."

However, on the stage, Kumu slowly exhaled, and then a sword mark shot out from the tip of his palm.

And the next second, on the ring, a shocking scene happened.

Just when Li Taibai was swinging the Jinghong Sword in his hand and planning to swing the second sword with the seventh-level aura, there was a shattering sound from the Jinghong Sword in his hand.

Yes, that's right, it's the sound of breaking.

The sword body of Jinghong Sword had some faint scratches due to the infusion of lightning power just now, and now, these scratches have become more and more serious.

When the first sword was struck at the beginning, the broken marks were already somewhat enlarged, and when the second sword was about to be swung, the broken marks visible to the naked eye were already all over the Jinghong Sword.

Li Taibai certainly felt such changes, but with the sword in his hand, he had no intention of stopping.
Chapter completed!