Chapter 1943 The Last Trump Card

"Boom!" In the sky, sword shadows poured down, and a terrible roar sounded in the space.

"This..." Lian Ru felt the boundless pressure coming over the sky, and suddenly raised his head, his eyes became terrified, and he opened his mouth, but he couldn't make a sound.

At this moment, he felt the real breath of death. He wanted to escape, but found that the surrounding time and space were filled with huge decompression, making his body unable to move.

The next moment, the sword shadow fell down, and Lian Ru's figure was directly submerged by the sword shadow.

"Boom!" The moment the sword shadow landed, the earth shook violently, the ground was torn apart, and a sky-high air wave appeared. Under the impact of the sword intent, the soil and sand were directly crushed.

After a long time, the rolling turbid waves retreated, and a figure appeared in the void, with silver hair flying, it was Nie Tian!

"Finally dead." Nie Tian stood still in the air, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and murmured.

Under the huge impact of the Twelve Heaven-Defeater Sword Formation, Lian Ru's body was gone.

The top killer of Ni Lin, one of the thirteen thorns of Ni Lin, eventually died under Nie Tian's sword.

Lian Ru would never have dreamed that he, who had killed countless people, would eventually die at the hands of a superior divine warrior.

The scene once again fell into deathly silence, countless eyes looked at Nie Tian in horror, and the shock in their hearts was written on their faces.

Nie Tian was really too strong, so strong that it was unbelievable and outrageous.

At the same time, in the VIP room.

"This, which person is this?" Gongsun Shengji stood up suddenly, with beads of sweat oozing from his forehead, and asked Gongsun Sanniang beside him as if waking up from a dream.

Gongsun Sanniang's pretty face was horrified, her throat rolled, and then she reacted, trembling: "Okay, it seems to be the ninth person."

Gongsun Shengji was frightened at this moment, and Gongsun Sanniang was completely shocked.

Looking at Xuan Zangfeng on the other side, his face was dull, cold sweat was dripping on his forehead, and his tailbone was cold.

He never expected that the Ni Lin killer he had carefully arranged would die in Nie Tian's hands.

Everything seemed like a dream, and he couldn't believe it.

"Waste! Waste! What the hell are the Ni Lin Thirteen Thorns? They are all waste!" After a moment, Xuan Zangfeng calmed down a little, roared angrily in his heart, and then a cold look appeared on his face, and he said gloomily: "Fortunately, this sword master still has one last trick."

Xuan Zangfeng had decided to kill Nie Tian. In addition to the Ni Lin killer Lian Ru, he had one last trump card.

Now it seems that it's time to show the whole trump card.

In another VIP room, Lu Ying'er's face was sallow, and it took a long time for her to recover some blood color. She said hatefully in her heart: "Lian Ru, Lian Ru, you still failed in the end."

Lu Ying'er had reminded Lian Ru a long time ago, but the latter was still careless.

Lian Ru was too eager to kill Nie Tian, ​​so the latter seized the opportunity and killed him with one sword.

If Lian Ru could slowly consume Nie Tian, ​​it would not be easy for Nie Tian to win this game with his speed advantage.

But now, it is useless to say anything. Lian Ru has died in Nie Tian's hands. Lu Ying'er doesn't know how to explain to Xuan Zangfeng.

At this time, Nie Tian stood above the Shura Sword Field, his eyes trembling slightly, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and murmured: "There is one last opponent, who will it be?"

Except for Lian Ru, the previous nine opponents basically did not make Nie Tian feel pressured, nor did they consume much of his strength.

And this last opponent, Nie Tian guessed, must be a more terrifying figure than Lian Ru.

Fortunately, he still maintained considerable strength, so he was not very panicked.

"The last person." Nie Tian suddenly raised his head, looked at the black-clothed referee strangely, and said coldly.

The black-clothed referee's face was also very ugly at this moment. He did not pay attention to Nie Tian, ​​but looked elsewhere.

At this time, there was a dead silence in the Shura Sword Field.

After witnessing Nie Tian's fighting power with his own eyes, ordinary people would not have the courage to stand up and challenge.

"Let me meet you!" Just when the atmosphere was dead silent, a cold voice sounded, and then a black-clothed figure appeared in the air, confronting Nie Tian forcefully.

This black-clothed swordsman, his face hidden under the black robe, made it impossible to see his appearance.

"Hmm?" But Nie Tian sensed the breath of the black-clothed swordsman in front of him, and heard the latter's voice, his eyes couldn't help but condense, and he was surprised, and then he said coldly: "The last opponent is you!"

"Last time I let you escape, this time it won't be so easy." The black-clothed swordsman spoke coldly, his voice was extremely cold.

The black-clothed swordsman who appeared in front of Nie Tian at this moment was none other than the person who gave him the Blood-Weeping Sword Infant a few days ago, Heifeng!

Xuan Zangfeng's last trump card is Heifeng!

"Yes, yes..." The black-clothed referee in the sky, the moment he saw Heifeng, his face changed, and he almost screamed.

He knew Heifeng, the latter was the Heavenly Sword Soul of the Shenwu Sword Tower!

And he also knew that Heifeng was Xuan Zangfeng's subordinate.

The black-clad referee couldn't figure out how Nie Tian had offended Xuan Zangfeng, causing the latter to use the Heavenly Sword Soul of the Shenwu Sword Tower to kill him.

In fact, Nie Tian had not offended Xuan Zangfeng at all, but because he knew too much, Xuan Zangfeng had to kill him.

In the VIP room, Xuan Zangfeng saw Heifeng appear, his eyes trembled, and he said in his heart: "Heifeng, don't let this sword master down again."

Beside Xuan Zangfeng, Gongsun Shengji's face changed slightly. Why did he feel that Nie Tian's last opponent was somewhat familiar, and actually looked a bit like someone from the Shenwu Sword Tower.

Gongsun Shengji was not sure. Although he was the master of the Divine Sword, he could not know all the people in the Shenwu Sword Tower. He could not help but glance at Xuan Zangfeng, who was looking at the Shura Sword Field seriously.

Gongsun Shengji frowned. Although he was confused, he did not say anything.

Even if he suspected that Heifeng was from the Shenwu Sword Tower, he would not point it out directly, because he did not want to see Nie Tian win.

Heifeng was a mid-stage Supreme God warrior, and his sword realm was also the primary sword and martial arts integration realm. With such strength, he was definitely a strong opponent for Nie Tian.

Whether Nie Tian could finally pass the Shura Sword Field depended on Heifeng's performance next.

Above the Shura Sword Field, Nie Tian stared at Heifeng with a heavy gaze and said indifferently: "I really want to know who you are?"

Heifeng laughed and said: "You have already guessed it, why ask again and again."

"You should be honest." Nie Tian's eyes tightened, and then he said by voice: "If I guess correctly, you are from the Shenwu Sword Tower, and you are Xuan Zangfeng's subordinate, right?"

Nie Tian did not ask directly because Xuan Zangfeng was watching him, and such things could not be said directly.

"Humph." Heifeng sneered twice and replied by voice: "You know too much, so today, you must die!"

Nie Tian's face changed slightly. Although he believed in his guess, Heifeng's direct acquiescence still surprised him.

"This battle is indeed a battle of life and death, but who lives and who dies is not certain." Nie Tian calmed down, smiled coldly, and raised a murderous smile at the corner of his mouth.