The King of Hell’s Genius Pampered Wife Chapter 1874: Legend

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On the stand, the Berserk Swordsman proudly uttered a provocation to Zero, but Zero seemed to ignore him at all.

The dark star eyes are without waves, falling somewhere in the void, as if looking at something, as if nothing in the world fell into his eyes.

"Ding 咚 ——" A pleasant jade knock sounded over the arena.

The urn on the face of the mad swordsman converged, leaving only dignity and seriousness.

The sword on his back suddenly flew up with the will of his master, divided into ten above his head, spinning rapidly.

The name of the crazy wave swordsman is [Hurricane Nineteen Swords], which is his most proud trick. After training to the highest level, he can slowly slow down the nineteen flying swords at the same time. It is comparable to a hurricane, especially in this spiritual refining area, which can only use very little spiritual power, mainly relying on the battle of spirits. This [Hurricane Nineteen Sword] is a trick that kills lives.

In the fighting arena, the Berserk Swordsman often uses this trick, the opponent must not be able to parry, the soul is greatly consumed, even if he survived this trick, he could not attack.

The ten flying swords make a harsh whistling sound, flew towards zero like electric flint.

In the stands, several women showed a tense expression, covering their mouths and staring at every move.

I saw a man standing still, and at this moment he finally moved.

The slender fingers have clear knuckles and perfect lines. They are gently held on the black hilt.

When ten great swords finally flew in front of him, the long sword in his hand moved forward slightly.

A sword was cut out, and everyone in the stands only felt a gorgeous white light soaring into the sky, shaking everyone's eyes.

Followed by the powerful spirit breath that makes people even sealed by stun.

A sword is cut out, and ten hurricane swords coming from the mountains and rivers are disintegrated and collapsed in the air like weathering.

Finally, there was a jingle, and it became the only great sword, which fell to the ground and dimmed.

However, Yu Wei of that sword has not stopped.

Whistling towards the stunned raging swordsman, the wind raised his shirt hair and made him embarrassed.

And he could only widen his eyes in horror, watching the sword air that opened his mouth like a tiger and exposing his fangs, whistling through his body.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh-ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh since since Ihhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhy since there is a scream of madness.

Then the figure became fainter, and finally disappeared on the fighting platform.

The whole arena has fallen into a weird competition, but only a few breaths, the quiet stands suddenly boiled.

"Did you see it? Just one sword, just one sword makes the Berserker swordless!"

"The mad swordsman was not injured this time. He left the refining spirit realm directly, indicating that he has reached the limit of the soul. After this battle, he must take three to five months to recover."

"I thought zero disappeared for thirty or forty years, and the gap between us and him will be a little smaller, but I didn't expect that, as it was, he is a legend beyond hope.

"This is zero, this is the God of Fighting Skills in the Spirit Realm!"

"Zero——Zero——Zero —— !!!"

The boiling noise has turned into a unison, and everyone stood up, shouting the title of this man like a fanatic believer.

He is the king of the battlefield and the oldest legend in the spirit-refining realm. It is the existence of all warriors and monks.