Confused

Compared to the second green sword, Hong Juding's third sword was twice as powerful again.

When the fire dragon swept down, it brought with it a force that could destroy the world.

Han Feiyang, who was already in a disordered state of qi, looked at the fiery red sword that was like a meteor falling to the ground, his heart was beating wildly, and he inexplicably felt a sense of crisis.

"Ah --- !"

Han Feiyang suddenly roared, risking backlash, and burst out a powerful aura again.

The phantom of the god behind him instantly transformed and turned into a three-headed and six-armed figure.

This was the complete form of the Four Symbols of the Gods, and he had already opened fire at full power without any reservation.

"Bang!"

Han Feiyang controlled the phantom of the god, first using his two arms to slap the flaming sword fiercely.

With the sound of the explosion, the flaming sword directly penetrated the palm of the phantom of the god and continued to stab Han Feiyang.

However, the speed was slightly slower than the initial one.

Han Feiyang did not dare to hesitate, and controlled the phantom of the spirit to slap out two arms, trying to contain the attack of the flaming sword.

However, as before, when the palms of the phantom of the spirit touched the flaming sword, a hole was directly blown open.

The flaming sword continued to move forward.

The speed dropped a few points.

"Hold it for me!"

Han Feiyang roared, and controlled the last two arms of the phantom of the spirit to slap the flaming sword fiercely.

"Bang!"

The third explosion sounded, and the energy was surging.

The flaming sword with amazing offensive was finally held down by Han Feiyang.

The flaming sword kept trembling and roaring, and the flames burned fiercely, quickly burning the surrounding Qi.

Han Feiyang gritted his teeth, sweating profusely, and pressed his palms tightly, constantly infusing Qi, not daring to relax at all.

This sword was really terrible.

The terrifying impact and destructive power were stronger than the previous two swords combined.

Sure enough, it was not easy to defeat Hong Juding.

Finally, after a stalemate of several seconds, the fiery red long sword finally lost its light, fell from the air, and then stabbed into the ground of the ring.

The sword tip was deeply immersed in it, leaving only the hilt exposed.

Its sharpness can be seen.

"Huff... Huff..."

Han Feiyang panted heavily, and sweat slowly flowed down his cheeks.

It was really exhausting to take Hong Juding's three swords.

But I think the opponent should have used a killing move, otherwise it would not be so powerful.

"It's interesting to be able to take my three swords."

Hong Juding still had a blank expression on his face, but there was a little more interest in his eyes.

The opponents he met before were basically solved with one sword, and he never used a second sword.

Now Han Feiyang can actually block his three swords, which is indeed a bit unexpected.

But that's all.

"What? You've run out of tricks? Now, is it my turn?" Han Feiyang took a deep breath and quickly adjusted his chaotic Qi.

"I’ve run out of tricks?" Hong Juding showed a hint of contempt at the corner of his mouth: "You are really ignorant, you don't know how high the sky is. Since you are so ignorant, I will let you see what the gap is!"

After saying that, Hong Juding slapped the sword box with one hand.

The whole sword box opened directly from the middle, revealing the six swords inside.

These six swords are long and short, shining brightly.

Although they have different shapes, each sword is a divine weapon.

"Longyuan!"

Hong Juding raised his sword finger, and one of the swords with golden patterns instantly soared into the air, like a blue dragon soaring into the sky.

"Chengying!"

"Kunwu!"

"Shenque!"

"Xuanyuan!"

"Huangquan!"

Hong Juding raised his sword finger lightly.

Every time he raised it, a sword rose from the ground and rose into the sky.

Including the first Black Wind Sword, the second Qingshuang Sword, and the third Chixiao Sword, all were summoned and rose into the air.

In the blink of an eye, nine swords were suspended above Han Feiyang's head.

Like nine mountains, Han Feiyang was almost unable to breathe.

"How is it possible?!"

Feeling the pressure of the magic swords, Han Feiyang widened his eyes, his face full of disbelief.

He didn't expect that there were so many swords hidden in Hong Juding's sword box.

And each sword has its own spiritual energy, unlike ordinary things.

The problem is that he has already struggled to receive Hong Juding's three swords, how can he resist the subsequent six magic swords?

Can he... really win?

At this moment, Han Feiyang suddenly lost his confidence.

Hong Juding's power and the pressure of the magic sword hit his heart hard.

He thought that the three swords were almost at the limit of Hong Juding, but he didn't expect that the other party was just warming up.

"Oh my god! So many swords? Too fierce!"

"The three swords just now are scary enough. If nine swords come out at the same time, I really don't know who can stop it?!"

"Is this the value of the first place on the Tianjiao Genius list? It's really so terrifying!"

"..."

The audience was amazed at the nine swords floating in the air.

For an ordinary swordsman, having a sword is already a great honor.

Unexpectedly, Hong Juding used nine swords at once, which was really terrifying.

The most important thing is that the other party can control these nine swords at will, which is simply impossible to explain with common sense.

Because this is beyond everyone's cognition.

After all, the sword is different from ordinary swords. They all have spirits.

It is not easy to get the sword to recognize its master.

What's more, they serve the same master?

This is no less than a man marrying nine wives, and each wife can live in harmony with each other.

It was simply unbelievable.

"What kind of monster is this... this kid?!"

At this moment, even Xiao Wuming in the stands was frightened.

His eyes widened, his face stiffened, and he no longer had the calmness he had before.

He thought Han Feiyang's talent was already high enough, but now compared with Hong Juding, he was just a small witch compared to a big witch.

It turns out that there are differences in geniuses. - Ton