Zhou Buzhou continued to dodge.
Montalon sneered, "You were so arrogant just now, but now you have no choice but to retreat?"
Zhou Buzhou still had no expression on his face.
Keep dodging.
The flying swords slashed down one after another.
Zhou Buzhou dodged again and again.
"Aren't you arrogant?"
"Aren't you going to clear the place?"
"Why are you just hiding?"
"A mere seven-vessel cultivator is so arrogant!"
“What a joke!”
Three minutes later, Zhou Buzhou stopped dodging.
This time, because he had to dodge all the time, the sword-drawing technique was too slow to develop, but fortunately it was not too slow.
"The ultimate move is ready!"
Lu Dafeng suddenly shouted, and everyone else quickly looked over attentively, including the guy with a red and swollen face, who also looked over with contempt on his face.
Zhou Buzhou sprinted forward quickly.
step!
Two steps!
Three steps!
Draw the sword!
The cold light of the Tang sword flashed rapidly.
The prototype of sword intent appears.
Montalon felt as if he was being stared at by a poisonous snake, and a chill ran through his body.
His face was filled with horror: "Sword intent?"
The people in the audience were shocked.
The guy with a red and swollen face was completely stunned.
Is he really holding back a big move, or is he holding back the legendary sword intent?
On the high platform, more than ten spiritual forces instantly gathered towards Zhou Buzhou's arena.
"when!"
The flying sword fell to the ground.
It was under the impact of the embryonic form of sword intent that Montellon completely lost control of the Dan Sword.
Zhou Bu Zhou keeps moving forward.
The Tang sword carried the sword intent and slashed towards Montalon.
But the other party just stood there in a daze.
Zhou Buzhou frowned slightly and quickly changed the way he put down his sword.
The Tang sword was pressed down a lot.
Blood spurted out.
"ah!"
Montalon's face turned pale and he suddenly howled miserably.
One of his legs fell off right before his eyes and separated from his body.
At the broken part, blood splattered like Baotu Spring.
Montalon fell directly to the ground, screaming wildly, stretching out his hands to grab his thighs tightly.
The aura blockade on the ring disappeared.
The medical personnel prepared by the alien base quickly rushed to the ring, took away the Montellon man, Montellon's flying sword and broken leg, and quickly retreated.
Zhou Buzhou sheathed his blade and slowly swept it across the bottom of the arena. He said expressionlessly, "I'll say it again, this arena is reserved by the Spiritual Department Base! Anyone not from the Spiritual Department Base, get out!"
The guy with a red and swollen face quickly slipped away.
Then, thirteen people stood up and left.
Among them, there were several people from different bases, who were hesitant, but finally retreated unwillingly.
The opponent can display sword intent!
And Montalon is so miserable!
If it really was the sword intent recorded in the classics, then Zhou Buzhou would be invincible. If they went up...
Especially before, if Zhou Buzhou had not changed direction quickly, Montalon would have been dead.
The conflict between their alien base and spiritual base is there, and they don't get the same treatment as Montalon.
Then, wouldn’t everyone who goes up there die?
Soon, only forty-nine people from the Spiritual Department Base were left under the arena.
Lingbu Base really did it!
Zhou Buzhou really cleared the field!
Everyone in the Spiritual Department Base felt an inexplicable sense of pride and glory in their hearts!
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