Chapter 174 Let Me Show Off

"Fellow Daoist An Lin, you go first."

"In this space, the true meaning of your sword will be materialized. Pay attention to the combination of perception when you attack!"

Jiang Yanan held the sword in his hand and spoke gracefully.

If he attacked first, An Lin would have no chance to play, so he asked An Lin to attack now so that he could give him some advice.

An Lin nodded seriously. He thought about it and decided to use the wind sword from the six styles of the God of War. This move was one of his trump cards and it shouldn't be too embarrassing.

As soon as he thought of this, white wind began to cover his long sword.

In an instant, the airflow in the surrounding space began to surge.

Behind him, the shadow of a man suddenly appeared out of thin air.

The man held the sky in his hand, rolling up the wind and clouds of the world, and finally condensed the air into a sword, pointing the sword at Jiang Yanan.

The disciples in the martial arts field were not paying attention to An Lin at first, but now seeing this magnificent scene, they couldn't help but focus their attention on An Lin.

"Is this sword intent strong or weak?"

"I don't know. This is my first time watching a sword intent battle."

"But looking at its appearance, it seems very strong."

"Hmph, it's just an empty show. It was broken by Jiang Shen's sword."

...

Compared to the audience in the martial arts arena who didn't know the truth, Jiang Yanan's eyes were wide open and his face was full of horror.

He was the one who faced the true meaning of An Lin's sword, so he felt this state of mind very intuitively.

The oppression of the world and the world in one sword, the arrogant momentum of the world being the only one, made him tremble all over.

Jiang Yanan knew that the person standing in front of him was definitely a genius.

No... the biggest enemy in his life!

"Sword!" Jiang Yanan opened his hand and the space trembled. Then, the space began to crack into a dark gap, and endless chaos and the black air that swallowed everything gathered in the sword, making the long sword black and bright, as if to suck everything and swallow everything.

"This sword is called the End, it can shatter space and interrupt time!" Jiang Yanan held the black sword and made a move to chop at An Lin.

An Lin's eyes widened when he saw this.

Damn it! You said I should attack first, why are you raising your sword to attack me now?

Jiang Yanan's face was solemn, his flowing white hair was blown by the wind, and his posture was detached, but he secretly said in his heart: Damn it, if I let you attack first, I won't have to play!

Just like that, Jiang Yanan rushed towards An Lin holding the black-glowing sword of the End.

An Lin's mind moved, and he wanted to rush towards Jiang Yanan, but unexpectedly, the shadow of the man behind him rushed over first, and the white-glowing long sword in his hand, like the supreme light that split the chaos, became the only color in his eyes!

Boom!

The rush of artistic conception exploded in the crystal space, sweeping around.

The royal disciples on the martial arts field could only see the black and white colors on the screen, and could no longer see anything else. The two forces were biting like wild beasts.

At this time, even the dumbest people began to realize that this man named An Lin had an absolutely extraordinary sword intent.

Su Xin's eyes flashed with a strange light. He had seen sword intent duels before, but this was the first time he had seen such a scene. At this time, he couldn't help but exclaimed: "Fellow Daoist An Lin is indeed a gifted man, extraordinary."

Su Qianyun didn't say anything, but her beautiful eyes were fixed on the picture presented on the crystal.

The light slowly dissipated, and the figures of the two people appeared again on the screen.

Both of them were extremely embarrassed, all covered with scars and dust.

"Oh my God, God Jiang was injured!?"

"This is not the point, the point is that An Lin can fight with God Jiang to this extent."

"Is a new sword genius about to be born?"

Many disciples looked at the figure on the crystal screen in a daze, as if they saw something incredible. They thought Jiang Yanan could easily crush An Lin, but now it seems that this is not the case.

The most horrified person at this time was Jiang Yanan who was fighting.

He never expected that a passerby who was picked at random and used as a negative example for teaching would be so terrifying.

No, I can't fight anymore...

Jiang Yanan raised his proud head, and a gust of wind blew in the space again, blowing up his elegant and smooth white hair.

He looked at An Lin with a gentle gaze, and said loudly: "Thank you!"

"Huh?" An Lin was stunned. What does that mean? Is it over?

Looking at An Lin's reaction, Jiang Yanan's heart was stuffy, and he continued leisurely:

"I think you also know that it is meaningless to continue fighting like this."

"You have already lost. After all, that was your strongest sword intent just now. I have to admit that you are really strong. I recognize you!"

"But I still have a backhand, so let's stop here..."

There is still a backhand?

An Lin was stunned again when he heard this, and then he said excitedly: "What a coincidence, I also have a backhand, come on, let's do it again!"

Jiang Yanan's eyes widened, and his breathing became rapid: What... He actually has a backhand! ?

What a coincidence? What a coincidence!

"Fellow Daoist An Lin, losing is not scary, admit it openly. Only by daring to face yourself can you constantly surpass yourself. You are the first person who pushed me to this point, and it is not shameful to lose!" Jiang Yanan still looked elegant and graceful.

However, he was roaring in his heart: Damn, I have praised you to this extent, don't you understand what I say, admit defeat quickly!

An Lin nodded very seriously: "Thank you for your recognition, fellow Daoist Jiang Yanan, but this opportunity is rare, I still have one last sword to use, if I don't use this sword, I will regret it!"

He has discovered that the sword-fighting here can improve the proficiency of sword moves, and... it does not consume vitality!

In reality, he was limited by the lack of vitality in his body, so he could not use the last few swords of the Six Swords of the God of War. But here he can do it!

Not only can he use the Wind Sword of the Six Swords of the God of War, but even... the last sword can be used!

In this case, why not seize this opportunity to use it and feel it?

Jiang Yanan's veins popped out, staring at An Lin, and felt a mouthful of old blood stuck in his chest.

"The Six Swords of the God of War, the sixth style, the Divine Sword!"

An Lin's eyes shone with divine light, and in an instant, endless majesty swept across the world, and the brilliant golden light, with the supreme divine power, impacted the surrounding space.

Boom! The terrifying power broke through the space and smashed everything in the world.

Before the sword came out, Jiang Yanan's body and An Lin's body were involved...

The crystal screen was covered with golden light again, and everyone in the martial arts field looked at the scene in front of them in amazement.

"Crack..." A crisp sound came from the crystal.

The artistic conception battle crystal cracked...

An Lin and Jiang Yanan regained consciousness, and both of them slumped on the ground in cold sweat.

Outside the field, a group of royal disciples looked at the cracked crystal and the two who had returned with a dull look, and fell into a strange silence.

"Second brother, can the sword battle make the artistic conception battle crystal crack?" Su Qianyun stared at An Lin with her beautiful eyes and asked in surprise.

Su Xin's mouth twitched: "Don't ask me, I have never seen such a situation..."

Jiang Yanan saw that An Lin's consciousness had also returned, and he felt relieved. It was just right to say that the two sides had fought a draw.

He was still the peerless sword god who had never been defeated, Jiang Yanan!

Then, he found that the disciples watching were all staring at the crystal in a daze, as if they had seen something incredible.

He curiously turned his gaze to the artistic conception battle crystal, his eyes darkened, and he almost fainted.

"My...my crystal..."

The weapon of pretense was cracked...ruined...

Jiang Yanan's eyes were wide open, his mouth was trembling, and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

He cried.