Chapter 626

"I originally thought... Wu Yang was my biggest opponent for making it into the top four, but I didn't expect him to be defeated by you in the qualifying round."

Qian Ming's eyes were cold as he walked forward, speaking at the same time.

Sun Flame Swordsman Wu Yang was the second-best expert in Liusu Province, with extraordinary sword skills, and his realm had reached level 37.

Qian Ming and Wu Yang were old rivals; they had had many life-and-death duels in dungeons, but they had never determined a winner.

Qian Ming had originally thought he would have a chance to have a hearty fight with Wu Yang in this competition to thoroughly determine the winner.

But Wu Yang had been defeated by the Slashing Moon Swordsman early on.

From that moment on, Qian Ming had already noticed this branch-wielding swordsman.

"I have been looking for you since I came in."

"The number one sword among this year's newcomers will be decided between you and me." Qian Ming suddenly raised his sword, pointing at Su Ming from afar.

"Do you dare to accept?"

The pitch-black sword in his hand flowed with steel like mud; the material was like liquid metal, but it had a somewhat rough texture, looking a bit disgusting.

The cold light in his eyes was extremely serious.

Su Ming held the branch, pointing it diagonally, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

"Why wouldn't I dare? Come!" he shouted.

Immediately, the branch in Su Ming's hand suddenly emitted a golden, sacred light.

His skill, 【Holy Weapon Enchantment】!

This was one of the few skills Su Ming had not used in front of the Zhang family, so he could use it with peace of mind.

In front of a genius swordsman like Qian Ming, Su Ming could no longer just use basic attacks to fight.

Otherwise, the opponent's black light sword Qi would instantly corrode his branch sword.

The next instant, both moved at the same time.

Black and silver-gold sword lights, complex and numerous, flashed and clashed in the field.

Boom-shhh!

Dozens of terrifying sword winds swept out, cutting up the surrounding wasteland, and the corpses of demonic beasts were devastated, turning into blood and meat mud.

The two were so fast that it was difficult for the naked eye to see clearly.

That is how a swordsman's battle is; this profession, which focuses on agility, usually involves rapid movement on the field rather than standing still and clashing.

Two residual shadows of purple and black robes, holding swords ethereally, their figures fast to the peak, moved rapidly through the battlefield.

In just over ten seconds, the two had already moved out of an area of several miles, with sword marks covering the path they traveled!

At this moment, the breathing of all the audience members stagnated.