Volume 1: This is a world that speaks with weapons Chapter 60: The Man Like Shura

The astonishing and terrifying aura not only shocked Yin Lun, but also shocked the entire audience.

Although the experience of the audience watching through the big screen was not as profound as that of the players and coaches who watched up close, they also had a subtle sense of horror.

Qi Ji's aura was different from Bai Tianhe's extremely sharp sword intent. It was another kind of aura filled with blood.

Even Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan in the audience couldn't help but look at each other in surprise when they saw Qi Ji's sudden outburst of power.

It would be fine if there was a swordsman with sword intentions in a rookie competition.

I didn't expect Qi Ji also had this kind of power which was not sword intent but was just as powerful.

Only a few top swordsmen who have reached the third level can possess such momentum after going through hundreds of battles. How did he develop this momentum?

It turns out that Qi Ji wasn't just bragging when he said he could take down Bai Tianhe?

Yan Qing was standing beside the two of them, looking at Qi Ji in a daze. Suddenly, he shuddered and came to his senses.

He kept touching his arm and said in shock: "What's going on? I just had the illusion that Brother Qi beheaded me with a knife. It's so scary, I even got goose bumps!"

On the other side, Bai Tianhe was stimulated by the power displayed by Qi Ji, as if he was a wild beast whose territory was invaded. His sharp sword intent immediately burst out, his eyes were full of excitement, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but reveal an uncontrollable smile.

Let’s not talk about the surprise of the audience for now.

On the stage, Yin Lun stared at the man in front of him with wide eyes, suspecting that he was facing a murderous executioner.

With the changes of the times, technology has become more and more advanced, and laws have become more and more strict. Even a sect as arrogant as their Killing Sword Sect has long since abandoned the rule of killing everyone in order to maintain their hard-earned survival.

They now have a legitimate identity. The "Sword Cultivator's Association Weaponry Club" founded in the past two years is the external image of the Killing Sword Sect. It can not only increase the sect's income, but also recruit disciples and select good seedlings suitable for practicing the Killing Sword.

There is no need to live in the shadows anymore, doing the kind of killer work to hone your swordsmanship and maintain the operation of the sect as the old masters of the sect said.

This year, they have produced several talented young players, who have taken up four places in the top 16 of the rookie tournament. The Sword Cultivator Association may be able to expand further in the future.

All in all, the Shajie Sword Sect, which gave up the iron rule of killing, is now living a better life.

The reason why they are still looking for masters to challenge is simply because they are inner sect disciples who are still pursuing improvement in swordsmanship and are following ancient teachings as a way of training.

Even in this way, they try not to actually kill anyone.

But the man opposite...isn't this murderous aura a little too scary?

Yin Lun was in a trance when he saw the referee come up to the stage and quickly announce the start of the game.

He came to his senses and immediately assumed the Killing Sword back-sword stance, his mind extremely tense, staring intently at Qi Ji's movements.

"Doesn't your school have any other postures?" Qi Ji asked calmly, while slowly retracting the tip of the knife that was pointing at Yin Lun, and gently holding the knife in one hand and hanging it down by the side of his leg.

This time, his knife-holding posture couldn't even be described as concealing the blade; he was just holding the knife casually.

Beads of sweat appeared on Yin Lun's forehead. He was confronting Qi Ji, and just resisting the other party's Shura-like momentum had already exhausted all his strength. How could he say anything?

Seeing that the other party couldn't answer and his body was trembling slightly, Qi Ji couldn't help feeling a little disappointed.

After Qin Zijin's reminder that day, he still thought that this so-called Killing Sword Sect was a dark sect that would do anything to kill people for pleasure.

So today I became interested and wanted to test the other party's strength.

That’s the result?

Has this kid really seen blood?

Qi Ji was inevitably disappointed by the opponent's weakness. Along with the disappointment, the aura he exuded was quickly restrained.

On Yin Lun's side, he finally felt that the image of being trapped in a sticky river of blood had dissipated.

He immediately gritted his teeth, seized the opportunity and rushed towards Qi Ji at a rapid speed.

Although his sect no longer emphasizes killing, it can accept the failure of its own disciples.

But no matter what, he could not accept that his disciples were defeated without a fight!

We must act immediately, otherwise if the other party releases that terrifying aura again...

Yin Lun thought fearfully, so the first move he made was the unique skill that Li Yuanji had used on Bai Tianhe.

Slash, kill, turn around and stab!

Triple killing calamity!

When Qi Ji faced this move, he did not dodge the first slash like Bai Tianhe did.

Having already seen it once, he had no interest in seeing the subsequent variations again.

So he took a step forward, raised his hand, and swung the knife!

Slash with one sword!

The slash, filled with enormous power, accurately struck near the center of gravity of Yin Lun's black sword.

He is not like Bai Tianhe, who can do what is called "drawing the sword on behalf of God".

Accurately grasp the opponent's sword path, seize the most appropriate opportunity, and strike with the most appropriate strength, so that three points of strength can achieve five points of effect...

This is not his path.

His path does not require one to use only three points of effort as if it were five points.

His strength is as high as ten!

clang!

There was a loud bang, and Yin Lun's palms shook violently, and the weapon in his hand almost fell out of his hand. He immediately woke up, and used both hands to hold the weapon tightly, and quickly stepped back several steps.

I couldn't help but feel a little panicked. How could there be someone in the world whose body shape was not exaggerated but had such supernatural powers!

After just one exchange of swords, Qi Ji had quickly appreciated Yin Lun's level in all aspects.

His strength and speed were average, and his technical level was only at the high fourth level, close to the fifth level.

The conclusion is that he is not as good as Fang Hanxing.

If we use combat effectiveness to evaluate, it would be about 0.7 square.

Qi Ji completely lost interest.

He stepped forward, waved his wrist, and swung out three consecutive sword strikes in an instant.

Slash, sweep, and kill!

Three swords with absolutely no skill at all.

All he had was overwhelming power and speed.

At this speed, even if Yin Lun wanted to kill two people, he would hardly succeed once in ten times.

He didn't dare to take any risks, so he could only block, again and again.

Bang bang bang!

The sound of weapons colliding resounded throughout the arena, and was faithfully recorded by the radio equipment and played out through the loudspeakers of Tianhai Stadium.

He blocked three sword strikes and retreated five steps.

Seeing Yin Lun retreating in embarrassment, Qi Ji suddenly lost the desire to continue.

So boring.

He didn't want to bully ordinary players like an adult beating a child anymore.

He would rather fight swords with strong men like Luo Lang, Batoshai, Bai Tianhe, Qin Zijin, and even Zhang Zizai and Du Xishan!

"Let's end it." Qi Ji suddenly said softly to Yin Lun.

Then he grasped the hilt of the knife with both hands.

He bent over, pushed off the ground, and his body shot out like a rocket!

Cool!

The heavy protective gear could not suppress the fluttering sleeves of Qi Ji's clothes as he charged forward at high speed, causing a strong sound of wind.

In Yin Lun's eyes, Qi Ji's figure rapidly enlarged in front of him .

In horror, Yin Lun drew his sword first, trying to stop Qi Ji's attack.

At this moment, Yin Lun's movements became slower and slower in Qi Ji's eyes.

Faintly, Qi Ji seemed to see Yin Lun's next few sword-swinging routes overlapping each other, and then collapsing into a definite result.

He smiled confidently, raised his knife quickly and struck accurately at the center of gravity of the opponent's black sword.

The black sword that Yin Lun held tightly in his hand only lasted less than 0.1 second before it flew out of his hand.

The next moment, Qi Ji turned the blade and chopped down quickly!

despair!

The two figures crossed each other in an instant, leaving behind only the crisp sound of protective gear being hit by a blade.

"Shoot down the weapon, 4 points!"

"Hit the head, 6 points!"

"10 points in total! Qi Ji wins this round!"