Jiuji Sword God

Chapter 93 Beheading
"Excellent, Mr. Yuan Yang is really powerful. He deserves to be the tenth in the king list. No matter how powerful Wuming is, he still can't make waves in the hands of Mr. Yuan Yang."

The eyes of countless swordsmen in the stands of the Colosseum were fixed on Yuan Yang, with awe and adoration shining in their eyes, and contempt when their eyes swept over Li Lingfeng faintly.

"It's really stupid and pitiful to still be supreme and nameless. You dare to challenge Mr. Yuan Yang. This time, you will definitely die."

"Master Yuan Yang must win."

There were bursts of cheers.

"Wu Ming, I didn't expect you to be so stupid and dare to challenge Mr. Yuan Yang. This time you are dead. No matter how strong you are, you are just a dead person after all."

After Fu Wei saw Yuan Yang's majesty, the last trace of uneasiness in his heart completely disappeared, and now his eyes fell on Li Lingfeng, full of contempt and sarcasm.

On the Colosseum, Yuan Yang looked down at Li Lingfeng and said, "Wu Ming, is this all you can do? If that's all you have, you will die today. I will kill you with my own hands and hang your body on my battlefield. On the high wall of the Colosseum, let everyone see what will happen if you fight against me in the Colosseum."

Yuan Yang said coldly.

This is the domineering spirit of tenth on the king list, and ordinary sword kings don't care about it at all.

"Wuming, now you understand your ignorance, your own ridiculousness, you dare to call yourself supreme with your strength, even I am no match, your claiming to be supreme is the biggest joke."

Yuan Yang smiled disdainfully.

"Ha ha ha ha."

Yuan Yang's laughter aroused the echo of many people, and the men watching the battle from the stands of the Colosseum all smiled contemptuously.

But Li Lingfeng remained expressionless, and there was no fluctuation in his pupils, as if looking at Yuan Yang was like looking at a dead person.

"It seems that there is still a big gap between me and the sword king Qizhong in terms of the burst of Yuanli. It is time to use the sword to solve Yuanyang."

Li Lingfeng took out the golden sword and pulled it out slowly.

"Wuming uses a sword. Could it be that Wuming didn't use his full strength from the beginning to the end?"

The faces of the men watching the battle in the stands outside the Colosseum changed after seeing Li Lingfeng take out the golden sword. They were all frightened by Li Lingfeng's courage.

In the face of Yuan Yang, the seventh sword king, the tenth on the king list dare not go all out.

"Hmph, so what if Wuming uses a sword, and his strength can increase a bit. In the face of absolute strength, he still has to drink hatred, and he is still no match for Master Yuan Yang."

Fu Wei snorted coldly.

Fu Wei was really intimidated by Li Lingfeng's fighting power. This kind of strong man is not something he can provoke, but Li Lingfeng has given Fu Wei face several times, which makes Fu Wei really hate Li Lingfeng.

Fu Wei is the person who most wishes to see Li Lingfeng fall.

"Wu Ming, no matter how strong you are, it doesn't matter if you use a sword, in Master Yuan Yang's hands, it's still a dead end."

Fu Wei Didi sneered.

"That's right, so what about using a sword. In terms of absolute strength, you still have to hate. The strength gap between Wuming and Master Yuan Yang is too big. Even if you use a sword, you still can't make up for the gap."

Fu Wei's words were echoed by countless people in the stands outside the Colosseum, and they all thought so.

In the Colosseum, after Li Lingfeng took out the golden sword, Yuan Yang's face was so gloomy that water dripped out. Li Lingfeng dared to hold back when fighting him, which was provoking Yuan Yang's authority.

"Wu Ming, you are looking for death, I have changed my mind, today I will not only kill you, but also make your life worse than death."

Yuan Yang's aura cracked and fluctuated violently, like a lunatic.

Li Lingfeng frowned, "Yuan Yang, I think too highly of you. Not only is your cultivation level rubbish, but your state of mind is also so rubbish. You are not worthy to be my Supreme Nameless opponent."

"court death."

Yuan Yang completely lost control.

As he stepped forward, a violent breath rushed towards his face.

"kill."

"Nine-level Haitao Fist."

Wave after wave of domineering punches gushed out continuously, and their power continued to skyrocket.

Ninefold Haitao Fist is a low-grade Xuan-level martial skill, Yuan Yang has extraordinary comprehension, and he has cultivated it to the state of Xiaocheng, even so, it is more powerful than cultivating the high-grade Huang-level martial skill to the state of Dacheng.

"Die, Nameless."

Nine layers of Haitao Fist, one layer is stronger than the other, and each layer is doubled, and the power of the ninth layer has increased by eighteen times.

It was like a mad dragon devouring Li Lingfeng directly.

The floor of the Colosseum shattered layer by layer, turned into gravel, and was thrown into the air, sweeping towards Li Lingfeng. Li Lingfeng's eyes were cold and indifferent.

"Too weak, too weak."

"cut."

The golden sword in his hand drew the power of heaven and earth and slowly slashed out. This sword is the ultimate sword of the Three Swords of Shocking Clouds. This sword pierces like lightning from outside the sky.

"The realm of consummation, the unity of heaven and man is complete."

When Li Lingfeng was using the sword, Yuan Yang could see Li Lingfeng's knowledge of swordsmanship, the realm of swordsmanship.

"How is this possible, even those few can't do it."

Yuan Yang's face changed suddenly, his face was full of disbelief, he couldn't believe everything in front of him.

Under Yuan Yang's stunned eyes, the golden sword pierced straight out, cutting through the ninefold Haitao's fist strength with one strike, almost shattering it, unable to stop it at all, it was so powerful that it was frightening.

The sword force kept going, and directly cut a bloodstain under Yuan Yang's terrified eyes.

A flower of blood bloomed on Yuan Yang's forehead.

"Why, why did you kill me."

Yuan Yang was puzzled, at this moment Yuan Yang really understood that Li Lingfeng didn't come to mess with him at all, but came to kill him.

"Do you still remember those members of the Li family who were chased and killed back then, they were the ants in your eyes? Coincidentally, I am a member of the Li family."

"So you are."

Yuan Yang's eyes were full of horror, and then he fell down and turned into a cold corpse.

From Li Lingfeng's sword strike to Yuan Yang's death, Yuan Yang died with only one sword strike.

The scene was quiet. At this moment, the swordsmen on the stands outside the Colosseum no longer dared to look Li Lingfeng directly in the eyes, they were all overwhelmed by Li Lingfeng's powerful eyes.

"Too strong, too strong, even Yuan Yang can't stop Supreme Wuming's sword, how much Wuming's strength should be ranked, the top five in the king list, or the top three."

People can't imagine.

"How come, how come."

Fu Wei couldn't accept the scene in front of him, he couldn't believe it at all.

Yuan Yang, who was strong and invincible in his mind, was actually beheaded by Wuming, and he was beheaded with a single sword.

Suddenly, a cold, indifferent gaze fell on Fu Wei's body. Fu Wei's whole body trembled, and he couldn't help but stand upright.

"Forgive me, Mr. Nameless."

Without any hesitation, Fu Wei knelt down on the ground and begged for mercy. Li Lingfeng was too strong, so powerful that Fu Wei was terrified. Fu Wei no longer had the courage to retaliate at this moment.

As for the swordsmen around Fu Wei, the big man just sneered when he saw this scene.

"How dare you provoke Mr. Wuming, you will die this time."

"call out."

A icy sword light flashed past, Fu Wei's eyes widened, the eyeballs were full of panic, a line of blood shot out from his neck, and he fell to the ground unwillingly.

"Even dare to humiliate me, Supreme Nameless, I will give you a death sentence."

Li Lingfeng said indifferently, and then his figure disappeared in an instant.

Seeing this scene, the swordsmen around in the stands of the Colosseum felt terrified, "Don't provoke, indeed, the existence of the top five or even the top three in the king list can't be humiliated, only blood can wash it away."

(End of this chapter)