The King's Game

Ch52: QiLing XVII

The preliminaries were only two days away.

After watching the competition for such a long time, it was time for the big shot cultivators to participate in the final.

At this time, the cultivators naturally paid more attention to their greatest common enemy. In their sight, the pale and handsome spirit in ink colored robes was holding a young man, with slightly drooped eyes, looking quite peaceful.

There was no doubt that all the people who could come to the meeting had the ability. Naturally, they had seen that the young man was wearing a robe made of leading silk, and there were dozens of protective runes attached to the robe. The rest of the ornaments on his body were also valuable treasures. The minority elders of all ethnic groups had no such treatment, OK.

Thinking that Xie Yan had been sleeping for so many years, and that he had been practicing diligently for so many years, the cultivators were thinking at this time that they may not have the power to fight against him now….

However, their idea only lasted until the spirit played.

It was his turn. Xie Yan put the youth in his arms back to his side and said in a low voice, “I’ll come back soon.”

When Gu Huai nodded his head, Xie Yan immediately entered the arena without paying attention to the opponent. After arriving at the platform, he raised his hand to summon the sword and held it in his hand coldly.

Xie Yan’s move made all the people who knew him dumbfounded for a long time, especially Xi Huan, the demon who had fought with him nearly ten thousand years ago. At this time, he sat up straight, and his lazy posture disappeared, his eyes were like eagles staring at the situation on the high platform.

Generally speaking, the other should not use the sword easily, unless the time to express approval to the opponent, but the other side was now on the court to call out the MuYuan sword.

It was the jinxian cultivator of the demon clan who fought with Xie Yan. People thought that the cultivator of jinxian realm could have several moves under his belt, but they never thought that their idea was too naive.

The Wuyuan sword in his hand did not identify him as its master. There would be limits to the power he could exert. But for Xie Yan, it was enough.

Without using any complicated sword moves, Xie Yan stood on the spot and simply waved his sword Qi to his opponent, and did not make any extra moves.

It was impossible to avoid or block. The cultivators at the realm of Jinxian were indisputable.

However, when facing the sword Qi that made people face the abyss, the cultivator of the demon clan once again felt a sense of insignificance. It was like the heavenly tribulations when he became an immortal.

With just one sword, the outcome was clear.

“I admit defeat…” In front of the other, he claimed that the younger generation could not have done anything wrong. The demon Xiu covered the wound and bowed, defeated.

After that, Xie Yan’s competition on the court was just like this. Every match was a clean sweep to solve the opponent with only one sword.

In the last game when the opponent, no accident was the same all the way without a failure of the Lord of the demon world.

At last, Xi Huan, the demon who had always been lazy, had no playful attitude at this time. He saw that the spirit was still terrifying, but Xi Huan also saw the difference between the other and the past.

“What happened to your sword?” There was no rush to start, Xi Huan opened his mouth and pointed out the problem. It seemed to him that the sword’s master had been changed, but who could snatch it from the spirit?