Martial Arts Simulator in the Immortal World

It seems that I can't help but start wanting to get out of the sheath.

　　The blade of the sword is not bloody, and the most desired thing as a sword weapon is to use it in the hands of a powerful sword cultivator.

　　Meng Guang also felt that Jiang Ran seemed to be a little unusual at this time.

　　But a kid who hasn't stepped into the innate realm yet, no matter what, can't make him pay much attention.

　　"You don't have a sword?"

　　"Don't wait for me to solve it in an instant, but some people say that I can't win. "

　　Meng Guang looked at Jiang Ran in front of him, his brows furrowed slightly.

　　Cultivation is very different from Jiang Ran, and he is a little invincible.

　　Meng Guang still cares about his reputation very much, so he naturally doesn't want to be gossiped about after the victory.

　　"Buzz!"

　　Jiang Ran didn't reply, and the Wan Yan on his waist couldn't help but keep ringing.

　　The soft roar from the sword body continued to resound all around, and even Meng Guang felt a little puzzled.

　　And on Jiang Ran's body, a domineering momentum continued to emanate.

　　The momentum up and down his body was like a terrifying wave rushing towards Meng Guang's position in front of him.

　　That momentum made Meng Guang couldn't help but tremble slightly.

　　A cold sweat appeared on his back, and he looked at Jiang Ran in front of him in disbelief.

　　This chill erupted from his body instinctively.

　　In just a moment's effort, this chill turned into a little fear and exploded in Meng Guang's heart.

　　"Impossible... This kid is just an acquired realm. "

　　"At most, it's only a half-step innate realm, how can it make me afraid?"

　　Feeling the momentum on Jiang Ran's body, Meng Guang's right hand holding the sword also began to tremble a little.

　　This is a battle of life and death, and Meng Guang knows that he will lose just from the momentum.

　　"No! I can't lose!"

　　"Impossible!"

　　Meng Guang's face began to become fierce, and his right hand tightly grasped the Qingfeng.

　　The green tendons on his forehead burst out, and when the sword qi that emanated suddenly erupted, the wind continued to blow violently around him.

　　Bursts of sword qi turned into tiny air blades and began to disperse in all directions.

　　The ground was constantly being cut out one after another, and the strength of this sword qi made the faces of many disciples present change slightly.

　　"Poor guy. "

　　"Yes, I didn't expect to meet a strong person like Meng Guang when I came out rashly. "

　　"After all, it's a descendant disciple of Moon Jianfeng. "

　　"Alas, it's just an acquired one, how can it be better than the congenital. "

　　Many people feel that Jiang Ran is pitiful, and many people don't think that Jiang Ran will win at all at this time.

　　On the contrary, he was still betting that Meng Guang would need a few swords to kill Jiang Ran.

　　But these people forget one thing, or they don't pay attention to one thing at all.

　　That was the sword qi emitted by Meng Guang, and it didn't hurt Jiang Ran at all.

　　Or that these sword qi deliberately deviated a little when they were about to touch Jiang Ran's body.

　　The distance between the two is always so far away.

　　But Meng Guang's face became more and more ugly, and this momentum was enough to affect his state of mind.

　　It was enough to affect his mental will.

　　Just this teenager, standing still here, makes himself jealous.

　　If he moves, if he draws his sword and moves forward, if he has the same strength as himself?

　　Meng Guang didn't dare to think about it, his breathing became rapid.

　　Looking at Jiang Ran, who was constantly bursting out with bursts of momentum in front of him, he couldn't help but take a step back.

　　The sword qi that constantly emanated from his body seemed to be for self-preservation.

　　At this time, just one step back made his sword qi completely chaotic and began to slowly dissipate.

　　And when someone found out, Jiang Ran had already taken a step forward.

　　One step out, the field was quiet in an instant.

　　Meng Guang seemed to feel that his surroundings had become different, and he seemed to be pulled into a special space.

　　His hands and feet were cold, and Jiang Ran in front of him didn't seem to be so far away from him.

　　It seems that the distance of that step alone has narrowed the distance between him and him by more than ten meters.

　　"Buzz!"

　　Wan Yan's trembling became more and more intense with the explosion of Jiang Ran's momentum.

　　At this time, the momentum that Jiang Ran burst out was no longer just a martial will.

　　In other words, it is more advanced than the martial will in the most basic strength.

　　The gap between the sword momentum and the martial will is actually not big, and it may be the same in essence.

　　And Jiang Ran also stepped out of this step, and completely stepped into the realm of sword potential, although he was not familiar with it yet.

　　But it is different from the martial will, which is not inferior to the spiritual state of the sky.

　　The sword momentum seems to be more substantial, and it is a materialized momentum that integrates sword style and sword qi.

　　It was like a special space, within Jiang Ran's attack range, all of this would be up to him.

　　At this moment, the hustle and bustle outside the arena had been completely blocked out by Jiang Ran.

　　All things in heaven and earth, all living beings, all nothing, and only one person left in his eyes.

　　Under the gaze locked, the breath locked, and the spirit locked, there was only Meng Guang alone.

　　"Boom!"

　　As if feeling the constant trembling of the ten thousand people in his waist, Jiang Ran slowly pulled out the long sword on his waist.

　　In an instant, Meng Guang seemed to feel it.

　　I felt the unusualness of that sword, and felt the excitement and killing intent that was bred in the sword to the extreme.

　　Under the violent shock, a loud sword roar erupted.

　　Catharsis!

　　I don't know how long it has been since the sword has been stained with blood, and a clear sword sound continues to erupt.

　　It was once buried in the loess until the blade of the sword was rusty.

　　Until this moment, Wan Qian couldn't help but want to feel the pleasure of blood spilling all over his body again.

　　Now it doesn't need to be suppressed, refined, or polished.

　　He only needs to completely vent in the hands of his new master to kill all the enemies.

　　Hold the sword, draw the sword, unsheath!

　　"Boom!"

　　The sound of the sword resounded through the void.

　　"Kill!"

　　An earth-shattering, scornful sword momentum emanated from Jiang Ran's body.

　　With Jiang Ran's killing, the sound of the sword resounded in the sky.

　　If I hold a sword, I can also cut the sky!

　　The battle intent that soars into the sky, the sword momentum that looks at you, and the earth-shattering killing intent!

　　Under the mixed explosion of the three artistic conceptions, Meng Guang, who was in this special space, could not raise any resistance.

　　The blade of the sword in his right hand slowly raised to block the blow, to block the blow that even he didn't think he could block.

　　Meng Guang, who was still light and indifferent a moment ago, suddenly changed his face.

　　This is a sword momentum, a sword momentum that he is completely unable to resist.

　　Even if he was an innate realm, as soon as this sword momentum came out, Meng Guang's expression was already sluggish.

　　Raising the right arm has even become an instinctive action of the human body.