Fantasy: I Practiced The Basic Sword Technique For Ten Ten Thousand Years!

Thinking of this, Luo Xueming gritted his teeth, and without any hesitation, shouted loudly behind him!

"Yu Zian, come out and face the enemy!"

"Yes, Lord Saint Lord!"

As soon as the voice fell, a young man hurriedly stepped out from the camp of Tianyi Holy Land, with a slightly nervous expression on his face!

The young man's name is Yu Zi'an, and he is the "Holy Son" of the older generation of "Tianyi Holy Land", with a Cultivation Base at the peak of the Extreme Martial Realm. He is almost the strongest among all the Holy Sons present except Bai Xiao Ling and Bai Soaring Dragon. The strongest one!

"Eh? You didn't send that Demonic Beasts on stage?" Tian Mingzi frowned when he saw this!

He had seen clearly before that among the saint sons behind Luo Xueming, the strongest should be the sixth-order early stage Bai Soaring Dragon!

Originally, he thought that Luo Xueming would put Bai Soaring Dragon on the field as soon as he came up because of this focus, after all, he has two saint sons with the strength of defying martial arts on his side!

And the Demonic Beasts Innate is tyrannical, if Bai Soaring Dragon really takes the stage, no matter how confident Tian Mingzi is in his Son, he won't dare to say victory easily!

But he never expected that Luo Xueming would choose a holy son who was only at the extreme martial arts level. What is the situation?

Of course, not only he couldn't figure it out, even the "Holy Sons" of "Tianyi Holy Land" also couldn't figure it out, why didn't his Lord Saint Lord send Bai Xiaoling to play, instead he took the next best thing and sent Zi'an?

It is said that if Senior Brother Bai Xiaoling is on stage, no matter who is sent by "Tianmai Holy Land" to come down to gamble, I am afraid that they will only be killed in seconds!

But after thinking about it, the saints still knew the seriousness and didn't make their inner doubts public.

"Hmph! To deal with you scumbags, I don't need my 'No. 1 Holy Son' from 'Tianyi Holy Land' to do it myself!"

Hearing Tian Mingzi's question, Luo Xueming pretended to say something triumphantly, as if he didn't pay attention to all the holy sons of "Tianmai Holy Land" at all!

"Uh... the First Son?"

As soon as these words came out, Tian Mingzi's face froze for a moment, and then he couldn't help asking in surprise: "You mean that these Demonic Beasts... are actually the number one saint of your 'Tianyi Holy Land'?" son?"

"So what?" Luo Xueming asked naturally!

Pooh!

"Hahahahaha!"

Finally, Tian Mingzi seemed to be unable to hold back any longer, and laughed so hard that he rolled forward and backward, while sneering again and again: "Luo Xueming, Luo Xueming, you didn't come here to talk to me deliberately to please me. Are you asking frequently?"

The rest of the Holy Sons of the "Tianmai Holy Land" also laughed loudly when they heard the words, the disdain on their faces was not concealed!

"Damn it! When did I become the 'First Son?'"

Bai Soaring Dragon also looked bewildered, but this guy obviously belongs to the first-class brain-dead, thinking that he really just got promoted, and pulled Bai Xiaoling's arm beside him and shouted excitedly: "Master, Did you hear that? I am now the 'No. 1 Holy Son' of the 'Tianyi Holy Land', even better than you!"

"shut up!"

Bai Xiaoling's head was full of black lines, and he almost couldn't laugh out loud on the spot when he was teased by this bully!

Ignoring Tian Mingzi, Luo Xueming looked at Yu Zi'an who was about to fight in front of him, and asked in a low voice, "Zian, are you sure?"

"This disciple will do his best and will never disappoint Lord Saint Lord's expectations!" Yu Zian's face was firm, he had obviously realized that he might be invincible, and planned to fight with his life!

...asking for flowers...

However, as soon as these words came out, Luo Xueming shook his head again and again!

"No, no, no, don't fight recklessly with the other party!"

"Huh? What does Lord Saint Lord mean by that?"

Yu Zian was in a daze, and before he realized what was going on, Luo Xueming continued: "If you can't beat it, just admit defeat, I have my own arrangements!"

After the words fell, he didn't care about Yu Zi'an's villain, and directly pushed him into the field!

"Go!"

It was the moment when Zi Anzheng stepped into the arena!

"Leng Hui!"

On the other side, Tian Mingzi also called out a name. Among the crowd behind him, a cold and stern young man carrying a long sword suddenly fell into the arena. one person!

Leng Hui, let these bumpkins in Tianyi Holy Land have a better vision!"

Seeing his proud son on the stage to face the battle, Tian Mingzi also became more and more arrogant, with an expression of winning!

"Yes, Lord Saint Lord, this disciple will definitely teach them a lesson they will never forget!" Leng Hui licked his lips, the murderous intent in his eyes was ready to emerge!

"Now that everyone is here, let's get started!"

With the holy sons of both sides in place, Luo Xueming didn't talk nonsense, stretched out his hand and pressed it, and shouted loudly: "Do it!"

swish!

As soon as the words fell, a Sword Ray seemed to fly down from the Ninth Stage sky, and saw the young genius named Leng Hui unite his swords into a sword ray mixed with strong cold air, and returned to Yu Zian with a sword stab!.