You have a good chance, I accept it.

"I'll go first. I've been in the Central Region for many years. I've always heard of your reputation. It just so happens that I want to learn from you."

At this time, before Ye Lin could speak, the Poison Lord beside him stood up impatiently.

The Poison Lord's eyes were full of fighting spirit, and there was a hint of excitement in his fighting spirit.

That was the excitement of meeting a master.

"Okay, I've also heard of your reputation. It just so happens that today, let me also see your high skills."

"Poison Lord, please."

"Please."

As the two of them bowed, they both stepped out.

The space flickered, and in an instant, the two had already arrived a hundred miles away.

Both of them stood with their hands behind their backs and confronted each other.

"Look, it's started. Oh my goodness. I thought they were going to issue a challenge or something. I didn't expect it to start so soon."

"Do you think this is a child's play? Issue a challenge."

"I came at the right time this time. I caught up with it. The Poison Lord is fighting Jian Wushuang. Will the myth fall or will the Poison Lord retreat? Let's wait and see."

"The two strongest geniuses of the Hundred Cities Alliance are fighting. I look forward to it."

"What two strongest geniuses? Isn't Xuesha still sitting there?"

For a moment, everyone focused their eyes on the blood-colored figure drinking alone on the tower.

"Daoyou, please."

Jian Wushuang was surrounded by the rhyme of the sword, three thousand strands of hair fluttered with the wind, his clothes fluttered, and his eyes looked at the Poison Lord opposite him calmly.

"Daoyou, be careful."

After the Poison Lord finished speaking, his body transformed into several, dozens, and hundreds of figures. In a short time, thousands of figures attacked Jian Wushuang.

Each figure exuded a terrifying aura.

Jian Wushuang's face was calm. He just stepped back slightly, raised his right hand slowly, and the air around him began to swirl around his arm.

"Cut."

Jian Wushuang's eyebrows were like swords, and he pointed his two fingers forward.

In an instant, a sword energy that was a million feet long seemed to cut the entire sky apart. Sword energy spread everywhere, and the thousands of figures were instantly wiped out by the terrifying sword energy.

Boom.

The sword energy of a million feet fell, and a large cloud of dust suddenly rose on the ground in the distance.

The entire ground was directly cut in half by a sword, leaving only a gully that was ten thousand feet long and dozens of feet wide.

It is not an exaggeration to say that a sword can destroy the world.

"Daoyou, be careful."

At this time, the figure of Du Zun suddenly appeared behind Jian Wushuang. He saw that his right hand was entangled with poison, and he slapped Jian Wushuang without hesitation.

He was very fast, but Jian Wushuang was even faster. When Du Zun's palm was about to touch Jian Wushuang, his palm went straight through Jian Wushuang's back.

"Is this... a phantom?"

Du Zun's eyes widened, and before he could think, he retreated at a very fast speed.

"Daoyou, swordsman, speed is the only thing, are you competing with a swordsman?"

As expected, Jian Wushuang's plain voice came from behind him. In an instant, Du Zun's heart was frantically warned, and his immortal power surged, and he flashed to the side at an extremely strange angle.

I saw a sword light almost brushing his nose and flying out, and a strand of hair between his eyebrows was cut off.

Boom.

The sword light slashed in the distance, and a mountain in the distance was shattered.

"So strong."

Du Zun looked at Jian Wushuang in the distance with a solemn face. Just a test, he knew the horror of Jian Wushuang.