All the disciples in the Xuanshen Sword Hall began to discuss quietly when they heard Shen Xiang's words, because what Shen Xiang said just now was really too arrogant. Not to mention a person who entered the Supreme Temple from outside, even the disciples from other halls of the Supreme Temple had to be respectful when they came to the Xuanshen Sword Hall. How could they dare to be so arrogant?
The hall master frowned and said to Song Peng: "Don't embarrass this hall, you must stop him from entering the Supreme Temple!"
Song Peng's sword has been unsheathed, and the sharp edge carries endless murderous intent, shining on Shen Xiang's body, making him feel a biting cold wind. This is the first time Shen Xiang has felt such a terrifying sword intent!
Of course, his own god-killing sword intent was even more terrifying, but he himself could not feel the horror of it.
Seeing Song Peng unsheath his magic sword, the disciples who were watching became quiet. Song Peng was very prestigious among them. Shen Xiang could see the awe in most of the disciples' eyes when they looked at Song Peng.
Shen Xiang also took out his sword. The God-killing Sword looked very worn out, with rust all over its surface, and without any spiritual patterns. It looked like scrap metal no matter how you looked at it. Compared with Song Peng's dazzling sword, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Song Peng doesn't care what weapon the other party uses, because in his eyes it doesn't matter. No matter what powerful magic weapon Shen Xiang uses, he is a dead man in his eyes!
Yue'er flew away from Shen Xiang and watched from a distance. She had great confidence in Shen Xiang because she had accompanied him all the way and knew that Shen Xiang had a very terrifying power hidden.
"Begin!" The hall master shouted softly, and all the disciples in the sword hall watched attentively.
Song Peng attacked first, but disappeared in an instant. Only a sword light like lightning, accompanied by murderous aura, was seen hitting Shen Xiang.
Shen Xiang was very calm standing there. Everyone thought that he could not take the sword, but Shen Xiang seemed to have anticipated that Song Peng would attack him like this, so the moment Song Peng disappeared, he had already swung the God-killing Sword in his hand.
Shen Xiang's swing of the sword was like he raised his hand unintentionally, and it seemed like a coincidence that he blocked Song Peng's sword. However, all the sword hall disciples present knew very well that this sword was not a coincidence, because Shen Xiang's seemingly ordinary and casual sword contained a very mysterious power. This power was neither strong nor weak, but just right to break the sword force of Song Peng's sword!
Song Peng's swordsmanship is very superb. Whenever he draws his sword, he concentrates his sword energy, which can be invincible and can easily break through the divine power shield. However, Shen Xiang's seemingly powerful sword cleverly eliminated his sword energy, making Song Peng's sword become a very ordinary sword.
Song Peng felt that his confident sword momentum was dissipating, and he reacted very quickly, and hurriedly put away his sword, because his sword had no momentum, and once he stabbed forward, he would definitely expose his open door, and Shen Xiang would also take advantage of the victory to pursue, and he would definitely lose a move. So he hurriedly put away his sword to defend, he already knew that Shen Xiang's speed was also very fast, so he would not give him the opportunity to use the second sword.
Just as Song Peng put away his sword and prepared to block, he felt his throat itchy, and then a sharp pain spread from the itchy spot, accompanied by a terrible and powerful sword intent, pouring into his whole body!
Bang!
The exquisite sword in Song Peng's hand fell to the ground, and sword marks suddenly appeared on the back of his hand. There were suddenly many sword marks all over his body, even on his back. His beautiful sword hall clothes were already tattered, and blood was overflowing and sliding from his hands!
Shen Xiang's sword had already pierced Song Peng's throat. Song Peng's eyes widened. At first, his eyes were full of surprise and confusion, but gradually, they were filled with fear. The moment just now was so terrifying that only he himself could deeply understand it!
All the disciples in the sword hall were dumbfounded. They didn't see clearly what happened just now, or even couldn't see what happened just now, because Shen Xiang was originally ten steps away from Song Peng, but the next moment, Shen Xiang's sword was already on Song Peng's throat, and suddenly countless sword marks appeared on Song Peng's body, and blood was flowing.
Shen Xiang looked at Song Peng, who was full of fear, with a smile on his face. He slowly pulled out his sword and said with a smile: "I won't kill you. I will make you live in this fear forever!"
Although Duan Peng's throat was pierced, he is a mysterious god. He just lost too much blood and damaged his vitality, but he will not die!
Shen Xiang's sword left his throat, and he suddenly knelt on the ground. Blood gushed out from the blood hole in his throat. He still had a strong divine power in his body, but he was unable to use it because he had been shocked by the fear.
Song Peng was defeated, and defeated completely. Although he did not die, these things were more painful than death!
Song Peng was only a lower-level Xuan God, but after Shen Xiang broke through, he directly soared to a middle-level Xuan God. His cultivation was one level higher than Song Peng's, and his strength was the mysterious and terrifying power of the Six Paths, plus the strange Seven Demon-Slaying Styles. With just one sword, Song Peng collapsed.
Chen Xiang looked at the hall master and said with a smile: "Hall master, are you interested in fighting with me? He is too weak, and I am not satisfied with the fight!"
"You..." The hall master suddenly became very angry. Shen Xiang was provoking their sword hall, and he was standing in their sword hall so arrogantly and going crazy.
Looking at Song Peng who was kneeling and trembling on the ground, the hall master slapped the armrest of the chair vigorously, and flew in front of Shen Xiang like a gust of wind. A slender divine sword appeared in his hand, shining with a cold light.
"That's enough, he has passed the test!" A voice suddenly appeared, and then Shen Xiang saw a translucent shadow appear in front of him. It was an old man in a white robe.
Shen Xiang didn't mind fighting with the hall master again. Having broken through to the middle-level Xuan God, he wanted to have a hearty fight to test his current strength.
As soon as this old man appeared, the somewhat angry hall master calmed down. Although he was the hall master, he was still a young man who had not experienced much of the world. He was far inferior to an old hand like Shen Xiang.
"Follow me!" The phantom suddenly flashed and came to the other side of the hall. There was a flashing stone door. After he walked over, the stone door opened automatically.
Shen Xiang could see that it was the power released by the old man's shadow that opened the stone door!
As the first person to pass the trial and enter the Supreme Temple, Jian Tang has now experienced it. He is very terrifying and arrogant. Song Peng has been carried away for treatment. His injuries may heal soon, but the fear left in his heart is difficult to erase and may accompany him for the rest of his life.
Passing through the stone gate, Shen Xiang followed the old man through a spacious passage and came to a bright secret room. There was also an old man in the secret room. This old man was the clone of the phantom.
The shadow disappeared as soon as it came in. The old man looked at Shen Xiang and smiled slightly: "Your name is Shen Xiang, right!"
The old man looked at Yue'er and seemed to understand something, but he didn't say anything.
Shen Xiang nodded. He had caused so many troubles outside, so it was not surprising that the Supreme Temple knew his name.